carl sat in a patch of fallen leaves, leaning against an old log draped over the soil. His eye reading over another comic panel, examining each and every sacred detail of his favorite illustrations, practically gleaming with his usual interest in the artistry.

Though, he clearly wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings after all. He felt his wrists suddenly being pinned down, the person's speed, strength and agility almost immediately shocked him. His eye met theirs, finding a gaze of hunger, as if he was food. His eyebrows furrowed, his wrists shifting underneath Ron's hands as he attempted to escape.

His eye caught onto the subtle space between their lips, baring their sharp fangs, widening as his movements to pull away became much more feverish, feeling a wave of fear. He's seen this guy before, vampire.