Assassin's Assessment (1)

Beatrix Sprin woke up in a bed all by herself. She quickly touched and checked herself all over to see if something had happened to her–but nothing so unsavory had happened.

She quickly checked for her weapons and found them still on her person.

"Stupid." she muttered.

But then wasn't she the one who had passed out after she experienced her blood getting sucked. Beatrix checked her ankle and found no apparent wounds to be noticed, but she knew that it happened.

The dizzying amount of pleasure that wracked against her body was worrisome.

It was… addicting if received by someone who had such a weak will.

She didn't know what she had just experienced.

"What kind of monster was he? T-that's no lycan, he wasn't anything distinctively like that. That damn Markus was right about giant leeches…but this was in the shape of a man. Is he an Incubus? But drinking blood and not my essence is–"

"He's a Vampire."