"Misure Encre. The King is ready for you." A servant spoke, through the artist's doorway.

Encre sighs and looks over at the servant, "Alright... Tell him I'll be there soon." The butler nods and leaves, closing the door behind him. Encre rubs the back of his skull, frustration slowly growing. Encre has painted every single painting in the castle, and there is a lot. Now Encre does a painting of the royal family every month. just to show growth. He never really gets a 'thank you' from the king, only from the queen and prince.

After a couple of minutes, Encre got to the royal family, with a canvas and all kinds of paints behind him. "Encre. Glad you could come." The king said, walking over to the painter.

Encre forces a smile. "How could I miss this?" The king laughs, bringing his hand down on Encre's shoulder, almost knocking him down.

They quickly got into the position that they wanted, and Encre got to painting. After about an hour or so, Encre was finished, getting a thanks from the Queen and Prince. As Encre was putting everything away, he set the painting up against the wall to let it dry.

The doors soon slam open, a fish running into the throne room with wooden stakes wrapped around her waist. "King Asgore!"

The King quickly turns to the fish. "Yes Eterna. What is it?"

Eterna stops in front of the king, standing straight with her hands by her side. "There have been sightings in the village. We must act quickly."

The king nods. "Take as many guards as you need. Go!" Eterna nods, quickly running out of the throne room, yelling. "You may leave now Encre." The king said, walking over to his family.

Encre gathers up his stuff and walks back towards his room. After he got back to his room and set his things down, he walks over to look out at the craziness outside. He sat down on the window seat, watching the guards running around like ants. "Wondering what they're looking for." Encre said, soon hearing a little squeak behind him. He slowly turns his head towards his bed, causing his eyes to focus on the dark room. When his eyes finally adjusts to the room he saw something hanging from his bed. With hesitation, Encre stood up from the window seat and started walking over towards his bed. As he stretches closer, the shape grows more and more detailed, only to show that it's a bat. Encre's eyes widen, his mouth slowly dropping open to scream but nothing wanting to come out. He slowly backs away from the creature, quickly hitting his back against the wall next to the window seat. The painter scans the room, trying to find something that he could protect himself with; only for his eyes to land on a blank canvas the side of his torso.

From him picking up the canvas, he saw the bat shift in the corner of his eye, making him freeze in place. Encre slows his pace, getting a firm grasp on the canvas. He looks back over at the bat, only to see a blue glow coming from the bat.

Encre slowly felt his arm go weak, almost dropping the canvas. His mind slowly starts to fog over, his star eyes slowly turning into a moon crescent.

The bat quickly starts to shift off of the bed, flying up next to the bed. Black mixed with blue smoke starts to seep through the floors, swirling up around the bat. After five seconds of the bat being consumed by smoke, it starts to fade away only to show a tall and dark skeleton figure.

They had a torn black cap draped over them, red silk covering the inside. He had a black medieval vest with a red under shirt, a white and red puffy scarf covering over his chest. He has tall black steel toe boots. His fingers were red with yellow fingertips. His eyes were off, but just by one color. Both of his eyes are yellow but the left has a blue eyeris, and the whites of his eyes are red. His eyes are surrounded by blue flames, them fading to the back of his skull which looks like it is on fire and fading into the air.

A faint rainbow blush grows over Encre's cheeks. The stranger was dreamy, but at that moment Encre knew he was dangerous.

The stranger slowly walks up to Encre, looking over all his features. He reaches down and takes the canvas away from Encre, tossing it to the side. "There's no need for violence now is there?" His voice was deep, but smooth. Encre's rainbow blush grows darker, his body feeling more weak. The stranger brings his hand up, holding Encre's chin with his thumb and index finger, forcing Encre to look up at him. "Well aren't you cute." His voice purrs, sending chills down Encre's spine.

Encre tries to pull away, but his body is so weak that the stranger can easily pull him back into his gaze. The stranger laughs, watching Encre struggle to try and get away. Even through his blurred gaze, Encre saw fangs up the strangers lips. The painter felt his body start to shake.

The stranger's face shows he is confused, feeling Encre shake under his hand. After a minute though, a smirk crawls onto their face, pulling Encre closer to him. His smile shows off his fangs, them being sharp to the point. "Guess you figured out who I am. What should I do with you now?" The stranger purred, licking over his face. They laugh, pulling back. "It seems like you like this. Your blush is so cute, and so colorful. You like being weak and defenseless? Stuck in a vampire's grasp."

Encre felt his ink tears stream down his face, fear completely taking over. He mumbled under his breath, still trying to move his body.

The stranger laughs again. "No one is coming to help you. You're mine for the taking." They quickly grab Encre's wrist, throwing him onto the bed. A small yelp came from Encre, surprising him that he got anything out. His eyes widen, watching the stranger crawl on top of him. A darker rainbow blush crawls onto Encre's cheeks, watching the stranger lick over his fangs. "Now lets see if you're as good as you look." They purred, leaning towards him. They pulled Encre's head to the side, their hot breath hitting Encre's neck. A small moan escaped Encre's lips, him immediately biting his tongue. The stranger looks down at him in surprise, but then smirks. "Oh I'm going to have fun with you." They growled, going back down towards Encre's neck. The stranger unbuttons Encre's collar, showing off his tattooed neck. The stranger looked at the tattoos with amazement, brushing his fingers over the line work. Encre shivers under his touch, trying to back away from their touch. The stranger chuckles at the reaction, biting his lip. A faint yellow blush starts to creep over the strangers cheeks, them still tracing the artist's tattoos.

Encre keeps trying to struggle away, his fingertips slowly getting their feeling back. He kept biting his tongue, his sensitive neck getting the best of him. "P-please.. Stop." He faintly begged, making the stranger look up at him.

"Why should I? You seem to be liking it~" They purred.

Encre can't fight back, he's still too weak. All he can do is just lay there.

A sudden moan came out of Encre, feeling the stranger's tongue graze over his neck. The stranger quickly covered his mouth with their hand, continuing to lick over his neck. Encre tried to get away, shifting under the stranger only to get pinned down with two large black wings.

The wings had blue flames over the flaps, then fading into red and then into black. Parts of the flaps were torn, not enough for them to be grounded, but they were almost there.

Encre tries to scream for help, but nothing but moans could escape his mouth. Tears started to stream down his face, onto the stranger's hand. The stranger only took a glance up Encre when the tears hit his hand; and he only wanted to keep going.

Encre winced, feeling the fangs start to pierce into his neck. He felt as the stranger sucked his blood out of him. Encre's vision slowly starts to darken, his body going numb. After a moment, Encre passes out.

Even though he was passed out, Encre could still feel everything. He hears the fangs come out of his neck, and the stranger's tongue lick over the bite mark.

"I think I might keep you."