There are some things that couldn't make Rio's logic waver. Elves, werewolves, vampires, or any other things in the bed-time story never made him convinced. It was unreal, and he could never believed it. Only a kid, or a fool, or someone who was insane that could think they're exist. He read the books about vampires and whatsoever, but none convinced him. But now, what he saw was real.
In the dark alley, he was trapped by someone weird, or scary, if he could say it. Red eyes, sharp fangs, and long nails, almost like a claws. That person, no, that creature smirked at him, sniffing him like a dog before those cold hands moved the strands of his maroon hair off his neck. Rio's purple eyes was shut tight after he felt that creature breathe on his neck, and the sharp edge of the fangs starting to sink into his skin. Is he.going to die, from a blood loss, after he was bitten by this blood-sucking creature? His mind screamed, "Help me!" and the sky slowly darkens.