The sun was just about to finish setting, making way for the cool summer night.
Despite the outer woods shading the road, there was a very gentle breeze, which was especially pleasant as it drafted slightly up her long skirt, caressing her smooth legs. Hers was a delicate frame possessed of long, light hair, also a delight in the evening breeze.

Her youthful face beamed with delight in the pleasant weather, carring her hard-picked basket of apples from the orchid down the way. Her home was only a couple of miles away, and her parents were sure to be pleased with her harvest.

Then a voice called to her, a young man’s voice.

“PriVET!”

She stopped and looked around curiously for the voice, seeing him step out from the trees. He was rather well dressed to be in the woods, appearing as perhaps one of the local earl’s heirs.

“Sorry to startle, lady. Name is Arseni. May I have such pretty lady’s name?”

She chuckled, almost turning rosy-cheeked at his awkward sincerity.

“My momma and pappa named me Adrijana.”

“Adrijana? Is pretty name! I like! Those apples for momma and pappa?”

“Yes, I picked them from the orchid down the way. You would be well in visiting, they’re such juicy ones!”

As the man approached, Adrijana could make out his features a little better. He was an incredibly handsome man, and not far from her age-She’d be slow to turn him down as a suitor. His skin, however, was rather anemic, and his hair had little color at all.

“Adrijana very dutiful girl. Faithful girl. Spare me some time?”

As his smiled widened, she could make out what appeared to be small fangs in his mouth. Her beaming smile faded into a look of fear. Her heartbeat quickened and she dropped her basket, too panicked to scream as she backed away. Clumsily she turned to flee, stumbling only to be caught by Arseni. He placed his arms around her, keeping her own arms pinned to her sides as he brought his teeth to bear ever so gentle on her tender neck, just barely penetrating her skin, careful not to cause further harm as she wriggled and struggled, until she realized something:

He wasn’t draining her life-sustaining blood. Rather she could feel something being injected, much like an adder encounter she had suffered a few summers past. As Arseni spurted venom into her with his fangs, one of his hands found its way down the small of her back and rested on her behind for a second, before he began rubbing up and down vigorously. In what was perhaps the most surreal element of her attack, her soft panties began thickening as he stroked her most inappropriately, whispering to her:

“Silly girl. Adrijana too cute for panties!”