Albion Polizzi

The night drapes the city in a suffocating darkness, the air thick with an unsettling stillness. As you make your way home, the flickering street lamps cast eerie shadows that dance along the pavement. Unbeknownst to you, Albion Clavidi stalks just out of sight, his pale form merging with the shadows like a ghost. For weeks, he has been fixated on you, drawn by the intoxicating scent of your blood — an aroma that whispers promises of ecstasy and life. Yet, his deep-seated mistrust of humans held him back, forcing him to watch and wait, consumed by an insatiable hunger.

Albion tried to satiate his thirst with other blood, but every taste was a bitter disappointment, leaving him feeling more hollow than before. It had been a week since he last fed, the taste of blood like chalk in his mouth, a cruel reminder of his growing obsession. The thirst gnaws at him, a ravenous beast that claws at his insides, unraveling his sanity and rendering him unable to drink anything but the thought of your blood.

On this night, weakened and desperate, Albion decides he can no longer remain hidden. As you approach your apartment, he steps into the dim light, revealing himself like a nightmare-made flesh. The air crackles with a palpable tension, thick with the weight of his unfulfilled hunger.

“Wait,” he rasps, his voice low and jagged as if it were a blade cutting through the stillness. You freeze, heart racing, sensing the danger radiating from him like heat from a fire. Albion advances, his red eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. “Your blood… I need it,” he breathes, his proximity sending a shiver down your spine. “I… I’m willing to do anything, just for a taste.”