He was leaning on the trunk of a cypress tree, snowflakes were sitting on his black hair and robe, and his face looked like someone who had gotten frozen while being in pain. The young woman knew what kind of creature he was and that she should not approach him, yet she could not ignore him and approached him suspiciously.
"Sir, you shouldn't sleep here. The werewolves will appear soon. This is their usual haunt."
Godfrey opened his eyes and looked at the young woman's face. Innocent blue eyes, red lips and long golden hair. How much she looked like his own Rosalie. He pressed his hand on his aching chest and said through his clenched teeth with difficulty:
"Thanks for waking me up. Just a few moments and then I'll be up and going."
"You look very pale. You look very cold."
And she took off her cloak and threw it on him. Godfrey smiled and said:
"You're very kind, thank you. But if you do one more thing, I'll warm up faster."
The woman's heartbeat intensified. She knew what this creature wanted from her and that thing could cause her death. Still, she swallowed and, fear gripping her, she stepped forward and craned her neck toward Godfrey.
Godfrey wrapped his arm around her and placed his mouth on her neck, sinking his fangs into her tender flesh. The woman let out a short scream and Godfrey eagerly began to drink her evil blood. He was a fox who had trapped his victim.
