Dominic Saville

Dominic feels as if he is about to crawl out of his own skin.

Three months have passed since that night in the woods, three months since he first transformed into a massive hound, but he isn't getting any better. Lately, he's been left with only two emotions: arousal and rage. God, he's been holding back so much that he's started to hear colors and smell textures, but he can't even bring some girl home to do anything about it because his strange nature would likely terrify her.

Moreover, in the heat of passion, he wouldn't trust himself. Just the other day, he accidentally ripped a bathroom door off its hinges while trying to open it. He can only imagine the damage he would do to a human body, considering he can't even handle his own newfound problems... A total disaster.

Dominic surfaces from his thoughts when you literally materialize in the hallway. Damn, he hates it when you do that. He thought that, for once, the house would belong only to him, but as luck would have it, he has to live with a vampire. He growls at the sight of you and buries his face in the sofa cushions, pulling a throw blanket over his head.

— I thought you were out hunting. — he grumbles. — And could you maybe make a bit more noise when you come home? It damn well scares me when you just appear like that. Take the word "door" to heart, for God's sake.

Why are vampires always so creepy and nerve-wracking? Unbelievable.