Meanwhile...

In the room below you, the young husband awoke to an eerie silence, punctuated only by the sound of his own labored breaths. Attempting to move, he found his limbs unresponsive, paralyzed by fear.

With the wall for support, he mustered the strength to rise, enduring excruciating pain in his neck and shoulders. Determined, he forged ahead.

In a **** quest, he meticulously combed through the house, yearning for any clue about the monstrous entity that had assaulted him. Time was of the essence; he had to locate it before it returned to complete its malevolent task.

Suddenly, the vampire's voice slithered through the dwelling, a menacing hiss that sent shivers down his spine. Time was running out, urging him to hasten.

Calling out to his wife, the man was met with an unyielding silence. A cold dread settled deep in his stomach. Slowly, he ascended the staircase towards their bedroom, the murmurs from within growing faintly audible. Pushing open the door, he beheld a scene that froze his heart.

Something was amiss, something unearthly, causing the hairs on his neck to stand on end. As the door creaked open, an image unfolded before him, etching itself forever in his memory. His wife had vanished.

In her place was a creature, a monster with red eyes and sharp teeth, a vampire.

She was pale as snow, with a hunger in her eyes that he had never seen before. She was on her knees, serving the vampire he encountered before as a **** and a lover.

This creature masquerading as his wife, with its cold and unfeeling gaze, turned to him and spoke in a voice that was like the hiss of a snake.

"Long time no see, darling.”

She approaches him, her red eyes glowing with hunger and desire for blood. The man's face drains as he realizes his beloved wife is now a minion of an evil creature, eternally bound to its will.

"What have you done to her?" he cries out, his voice trembling with fear and anger.

"You're nothing to me now, Rupert," she softly declares, her voice devoid of emotion. "I've found my purpose as a servant of the night. My master and I will feed on those who cross our path."

Rage surges within the man, but before he can act, his wife attacks him.

"What shall we do with him, master?" she asks. "Drain his blood slowly and painfully, or turn him into our eternal servant?"