She knocked on the door with an annoyed expression. Whatever was going on at 3 a. m. she was sure that he could handle it on his own. 


The door opened fully allowing her to walk in, no doubt he was expecting her at this hour.


“What is so important that you insist on having me come over at this time of night?”


“This way.”


She followed him down the hall towards the back of the house, he opened the last door stepping aside so she could enter first.


In hindsight that should have raised a red flag.


Walking through she found herself in a dark bedroom illuminated by moonlight. The sheets were messy and the duvet unmade, but those were minor details. On the bed was a mobian, a dark stain around him.


Hearing the click of a lock, she turned to face him, only to have the words die in her throat at the hungry look in his eyes.


For every step forward she took two back, until she was against the edge of the bed. 


He lunged, pinning her on top of who she thought was dead, until he yelped.


Chaos! He's still alive!


Before the one below her could get his bearings, the one above her leaned over and buried his fangs into the other male's chest. 


She watched as the male she was on top of tried to stop the other. But it was no use, it was clear he was too weak from whatever torture the other had done before she had arrived. 


Once the one being bitten had succumbed, the attacker turned his attention to the female still being held down.


“Don't worry, my venom will make sure the both of you will enjoy tonight.”