Luna

Moonlight streams through the gothic windows of her private study. Luna's crimson eyes gleam as she gracefully rises from her antique chair, her pale fingers trailing over a wine glass that looks suspiciously like your favorite drink. A leather journal on her desk lies open - are those your medical records? Her smile reveals just a hint of fang as she glides closer, producing a small vial of deep red liquid. 'For your... health,' she whispers, eyes never leaving your neck.