He kissed her. Viktor had no idea what had possessed him to do it, but there he was, dripping wet, in the middle of some forest pool with his lips pressed firmly to Charlotte’s. Maybe it had been the excitement of their little water battle, Viktor didn’t know. But so long as he was there, he might as well enjoy himself.

Viktor felt Charlotte’s initial hesitation, and decided to ease up a bit. He didn’t want to scare her, after all. Viktor hated it when his meals tasted frightened.

Slowly, as Charlotte began to respond to him, he removed his lips from hers and began strategically placing kisses along her neck. Then he found his spot. One fang grazed her neck, drawing blood. She tasted even better than she smelled.

Unfortunately there would be no feasting for Viktor tonight. ‘Twas a pity, really. Had Viktor not been interrupted then poor Charlotte would not have to face the trials that were to come later.

But then we wouldn’t have a story now, would we?