#renfield starter

Renfield nervously fiddled with the edge of the table cloth. His terrified eyes glancing at the people around the bar. He had to find someone. Anyone. He could not go back empty handed to his master. He needed a new victim for Dracula. His master needed to feed. He could not go back to his lair and face the elder vampire’s wrath. 

The pressure was too much. He could not take it. He needed air. Now. As he scrambled to get up and leave the bar Renfield stumbled. And bumped into a stranger. 

“Oh god! I am so sorry” he rambled.