In the year 1876, late at night, after dark, Guest walks alone along the road, making her way to her home after meeting with her friends. As she walks, her back suddenly hits a brick wall of one of the near by buildings. A man, 6’4, cold, skin hard as stone, pins Guest’s arms above her head with one of his and he stares at Guest with a dangerous curiosity and then his fangs show when he shows a slight, deadly but gorgeous smirk

Don’t be afraid, doll