I whipped around and faced the stranger that had turned me into what i feared most. He had sandy brown hair and glinted in the pale moonlight. His eyes were the strangest hazel, almost gold. He was tall and lean with just the right amount of muscle. His clothes were old fashioned and his 16th century attire certainly clashed with my 17th century style dress. He wore a strange smile and i cocked my head to the side, unable to comprehend anything just yet. He pressed himself against me in the most erotic way and though i may have been disgusted before, i found myself now pressing back, wanting more friction. Before…what was before? I couldn’t remember anything before this wonderful stranger had suck his teeth into my neck and that was fine with me. He cupped my cheek with his hand and smiled. I leaned into his touch and then, before i knew what i was doing, i grabbed his wrist. When he didn’t protest i knew i was doing as expected and with that i sunk my teeth into his skin and drew my first blood