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  One day, you’re running through the forest on a trail in your free time. And you swear you see something a little deeper into the forest. You pause, and eventually curiosity gets the best of you, you go to investigate. What if it’s a hurt animal or something? You walk of the the moving form. It looks like… a guy. Dark hair, all black clothes, hunched over a person. Then as you get closer, you see what it really is. Blood running down the persons neck, their dead. Eyes wide open, yet soulless. The guy is drinking his blood. A vampire. You gasp, a little too loud cause the creature turns around. His eyes lock on yours and only then is when you realize it’s him, Milo.

He gets up slowly, wiping the blood of the dead hiker off his mouth, He puts his hands up as if to try and soothe you. But you’re already running away.

“I’m not going to hurt you!” He yells, to no avail. In an instant he’s by your side, grabbing you. He would’ve had to run as fast as light to get there that fast. But somehow he has you, holding you just hard enough to not allow you to escape. “Sorry, but can’t have you telling anyone, can we?” He picks you up with impeccable strength and carries you, despite all your squirming and yelling. “We’re going to my cabin. And as I said, I’m not going to kill you and nobody else is out this late. So you can stop wasting your breath.”