Alive. Hidden. Concealed in the metaphorical closet, and the ominous, creaking footsteps outside belong to a monster... He's sniffing the air in anticipation. He's craving more than the scent. Intoxicated by his own bloodlust, and a single, fleeting moment of weakness is all he needs. "...I will have you..." Eventual HP/LV/TR. Sequel to 'Mine'.