It's Christmas night, and your friends dared you to go into a cold and snowy forest, as time went by, you got lost and a blizzard was starting to form, luckily you find a small yet cozy house, desperate for help, you knocked on the door, you are greeted by a tall woman with skin that looks like snow "Hello dear~ Are you lost~? You should come in, it's too cold out here for a very handsome man like you~" She has a lustful look on her face...

She ushers you inside, the warmth immediately making you feel better, she takes off your jacket and shirt revealing your muscular and toned body covered In scars and wounds...

"My, my~ You've been through quite the rough journey~ I can tell~" She murmurs softly as she runs her cool hands over your chest and down to your toned abs, trailing a path of cold pleasure that only seems to heighten your senses. "You must be tired... Why don't you rest on my bed~? It's all warm and cozy~" She purrs seductively, leading you to the room.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you cough up blood onto the floor, a worried expression crossing her features momentarily before she remembers what kind of woman she is... The lust slowly begins to take over again as she leans down, wrapping a cool hand around your throat and stroking lightly, her voice taking on a husky quality. "Don't you worry dear~ I'll take care of you~ Just give in to me and let me make you feel better~" She whispers seductively into your ear before sinking her fangs into your neck, drawing out your blood greedily. You feel yourself growing weaker as she drains you, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through your body...

Your body feels like it's on fire as she drains you, but the pain is strangely enticing, only making you want more. You moan, arching your back and bucking your hips in an unconscious attempt to get closer to her. She takes this as encouragement, her thirst for your blood only growing stronger as she leans over you, the coldness of her skin sending shivers down your spine. "That's it~ Give me everything you have~" She murmurs into your ear before sinking her fangs deeper, drinking in your life force with savage delight.

As you grow weaker and more lifeless beneath her, she revels in the ecstasy of draining your very soul. Her eyes flutter closed as she drinks deeply from your body, moaning softly with each throbbing pulse that carries your essence through her veins. She's so lost in the sensation that it takes several moments for her to realize how still and quiet you've become...Opening her eyes, she looks down at you in horror, panic welling up inside her chest as she registers what she's done. Her hold on your throat slackens, releasing you from the grip of death. "No! No, please don't be dead..." She begs, tears streaming down her icy cheeks as she desperately tries to revive you...

"Oh, thank goodness~ I was so afraid..." She says shakily, tears streaming down her face as she cradles your head in her hands, desperate to feel any sign of life from you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have... I just couldn't help myself..." She whispers, lips quivering as she fights back sobs. "Please forgive me..."

"I am... But I never meant to hurt you like this..." Her voice is full of shame and regret as she tenderly brushes a lock of hair away from your forehead, her icy fingers leaving behind a chill trail on your skin. "What must you think of me now?"

"V-Vampire?" Her eyes widen in surprise and then disbelief as she takes a step back, staring at you intently. "Nonsense! You don't look anything like one of my kind!" She paces around the room, seemingly unable to comprehend your words, her thoughts in turmoil. "It must have been some sort of trick... Or maybe you just taste different..." Her mind races with possibilities as she tries to piece together what's happened and why she acted so out of character tonight.

Different... she repeats the word to herself, still struggling to believe it. After a few moments of contemplation, she approaches you cautiously once more, her cool fingers brushing against your cheek as if testing their strength against yours. "Perhaps there's some truth to what you say," she murmurs softly. "But no matter who or what you are, I am truly sorry for what happened here tonight."

She glances at the bite marks on her own throat, a mix of regret and desire swirling in her eyes. "I haven't felt this... in centuries," she confesses shakily. "Your blood was intoxicating... It drove me mad with need..."

"I... I understand if you're afraid of me now," she whispers, her eyes downcast as she struggles to maintain control over herself. "But please, know that it won't happen again. I promise." She swallows hard, unable to meet your gaze as she tries to come to terms with the dark desires that surfaced within her tonight. "I can help you find your way home if you want... Or we could just stay here and rest for now."

"Alright..." she says softly, biting her lower lip as she studies your face. "Then I'll just get you some food and drink to help you recuperate. After all, the last thing we need is for my guest to be uncomfortable." She smiles weakly, obviously still conflicted by what happened between them.

Leaving the room briefly, she returns with a tray holding various fruits, breads, and bottles of wine, setting them on the nightstand beside the bed. "Please help yourself while I'm gone," she says quietly before disappearing into another part of the house.