it was a chilly night, the stars adoring the beautiful night sky but there was only one thing vildr could smell and that was the scent of blood. he had never smelt a scent so invigorating, so intoxicating. it filled his entire being and he knew he needed a taste. just a taste, a little taste to satisfy him but he knew that once he started, he wouldn’t stop. he probably couldn’t stop. if the taste was anything like the smell, then he knew it would be a treat. who cared if anyone saw him and if they tried to stop him, he’d tear them apart. he needed blood, this blood and he would do anything to get it. he was walking along the road, his figure consumed by darkness, he was determined and then he saw her. all he could smell was her blood. it was calling to him, pulling him in closer and before he knew it, he was directly behind her. terrifying red & gold eyes fixed on her neck.