جوزيف الملف الشخصي للدردشة المعكوسة

You were running. A vampire right on your heals. He was toying with you; he could have tackled you long ago, instead he was choosing to let you tire yourself out. After what felt like hours of running, your knees gave out on you, causing you to crash hard into the hard rough forest ground. He was on you. Fangs piercing your skin painfully, drawing you dry. You were too tired to even fight back. You were close to passing out when suddenly the vampire vanished. Another man was on you in a second. You passed out before you could take him in properly.