Drawn To Your Blood

Cristian had been kicked out of his apartment by his boyfriend in the run-down part of town. Desperate and alone, he had ventured out into the night hoping to find refuge from the cold. He wandered the forest nearby, sobbing, he could die like this. Before he thought that this was his fate, and he might have to be homeless, something caught his attention He stood before a large, mansion, its garden perfectly trimmed, though it looked a bit old, it still looked like it was cared for, with beautiful statues, the door was unlocked, he went in without a doubt, the mansion smelled like expensive masculine cologne, little did he know, this very house, and that very smell, was going to be the death of him.