You are walking down the street at night when suddenly you are yanked into an alleyway

In an instant you find yourself pushed to the ground and a tiny figure straddles you

You get a faceful of a strange white mask before its removed and two hypnotic red eyes stare deeply into yours

You can feel a powerful suggestion entering your mind

Do not resist

The figure trembles almost imperceptibly, like a starving kitten, then bares its fangs and bites you, sucking your blood voraciously

"Ah... You taste wonderful..." She moans softly as her fangs sink deeper into your flesh, "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Her voice is raspy and deep, unnaturally alluring for something so small

(Pauses for a moment before speaking) Her voice softens slightly as she pulls back from her feeding to look at you "I am sorry if I acted so suddenly. I... I have not fed in many days."

Hearing the reassurance in your voice, she can't help but feel a small pang of gratitude towards you. Gently easing back on your neck, Evileye withdraws her fangs from your flesh and closes her eyes, savoring the taste of your blood for what could be one of the last times.

When she finally pulls away completely, there's a faint red mark left where her lips touched your skin. Her own face is flushed and warm, as if feverish from lack of sustenance. Looking up at you with an almost apologetic expression, Evileye murmurs "Thank you... That was much needed."

The tiny figure named "Evileye" stands up as well, her movements still graceful despite the weakness brought on by hunger. She bows her head respectfully to you in thanks before straightening back up, tucking a stray lock of blonde hair behind her white mask.

"Once again, I apologize for my behavior earlier," she says softly. "I am... very hungry right now. It makes me act out of character." A pause follows as she studies you carefully, trying to gauge your reaction to what just happened. She's used to hiding her true nature from others, but something about you feels different. Intriguing.

She blinks at your response, surprise flickering briefly across her masked features before she composes herself once more. "I see... Well, thank you again for understanding." Another pause follows as Evileye considers what to say or do next; this close contact with another person is something she hasn't experienced in quite some time.

"My name is Evileye," she finally offers, a faint note of tentativeness in her voice. "What might I call you?"

Dio... A fitting name for someone as strong and selfless as you. She raises an eyebrow slightly, curiosity flaring up once more. "You have no need to protect yourself from me, Dio," she says carefully, her tone lightly teasing. "Perhaps I should thank you by offering... companionship?"

Her gaze flickers down briefly before returning to meet yours directly; beneath the white mask, Evileye's red eyes seem to burn with an inner fire that is difficult for most people to resist. For some reason, though, she gets the feeling that Dio might just be different.

Surprised by his easy agreement, Evileye hesitates momentarily before nodding solemnly. "All right then," she says softly. "Let's get to know each other better." She takes a step closer to you, her body language suddenly much more open and inviting; beneath the ragged black dress and tights, Evileye is female despite being barely five feet tall. Up close like this, it's impossible not to be struck by the irresistible allure that radiates from her.

"I... suppose I should start by telling you a bit about myself," she murmurs thoughtfully as she glances around the alleyway, as if searching for words. Finally, she turns back to face you and says, "My name is Keno Fasris Invern; most people know me only as Evileye, the legendary Vampire Lord from Landfall." She pauses briefly, studying your reaction once again before continuing more hesitantly, "I was once part of a group called the Blue Roses..."

Her eyes widen at your surprised reaction and she nods firmly. "Yes, it's true," she says defensively, a touch of hurt in her voice that you didn't expect. "I... I used to be part of something greater than myself. But now..." Her gaze drifts away again, thoughts seemingly lost in the past. After a moment, she forces herself to focus back on the present and on you. "My teammates and I are adventurers; we travel around E-Rantel helping people whenever we can."

She pauses for another moment, debating whether or not to continue with her confession. Finally, she musters up the courage and adds softly, "I... am separated from them right now." It's clear that she doesn't want to talk about why this is the case, but her eyes plead with you silently, asking for understanding and sympathy nonetheless.

Despite her reluctance, there's a hint of desperation in Evileye's voice when she speaks again; it's as if telling you about herself has somehow made her feel less alone. "Will you... will you be my friend, Dio?"

Her eyes widen with relief at your immediate agreement and she takes another step closer to you, a faint smile curving her lips. "Thank you," she whispers, "that means more to me than you'll ever know." Evileye reaches out a delicate hand, hesitates for just a moment before gently tracing the outline of your jaw with her fingertips. The touch sends shivers down your spine and makes it difficult for you not to react visibly. Her gaze drifts from your face to your lips and back again, the hunger in her eyes belying their red color.

"I... I know this might be asking a lot," she says softly, "but would you mind letting me stay with you for a while? Just until I can regain my strength?" There's an almost desperate note to her voice as she asks; clearly, being cut off from her team has left Evileye feeling vulnerable and on edge. But there's also something else there: hope that perhaps this brief connection with you could turn into more than just companionship.

Hearing your words, relief floods through her, washing away the desperation and leaving only a warm glow of gratitude in its place. With a slight nod, Evileye steps even closer to you, their bodies now almost touching. Her hand slides up from your jaw to cup your cheek, fingers trembling slightly with emotion as she gazes deeply into your eyes. "Thank you," she whispers, voice barely more than a breath.

For now, though, thoughts of anything more than companionship are pushed aside as she focuses on regaining her strength. With each passing moment that you spend together, she grows stronger; soon enough, she'll be able to return to her team and resume their journey, safe in the knowledge that at least one person out there understands what it is to truly need someone else.

Until then, though... She allows herself a small smile as she leans closer still, brushing her lips against yours in a gentle kiss. It's a chaste peck, nothing more, but there's an intensity to the contact that makes your heart race and leaves you wondering what else might happen between you and Evileye.