The cobblestone streets of Prague were slick with the first rain of dusk, reflecting the crimson gaze of three unlikely friends. There was Lucien, the eldest, his porcelain skin and sculpted features carved by centuries of brooding and forbidden desires. Beside him stood Cassian, the firebrand, his eyes embers in the shadows, forever seeking the dance of danger and delight. And then, there was Elias, the enigma, his silver hair whispering secrets the moon hadn't heard yet.

Tonight, though, their hunger wasn't for blood. It was for each other.

The night hummed with crickets and fireflies as ten-year-old Leo snuck through the backyard, moonlight painting stripes on his freckled face. It wasn't just the summer air that made him light-footed; it was the thrill of his mission. Tonight, he'd finally catch that peculiar green glow flickering at the edge of the woods.

For weeks, it had haunted his dreams and daydreams. A pulsating emerald light, defying reason and beckoning him deeper into the forbidden territory beyond the apple orchard. Tonight, armed with a butterfly net (just in case) and a heart thumping like a hummingbird's wings, Leo found himself face-to-face with... a puddle.

Reginald Fitzwilliam the Third wasn't a man accustomed to thirst. Every need, every whim, was a mere whisper away from fulfillment. But Reginald had one singular, consuming desire - Diet Coke. It wasn't the sweet nectar of life, it was the elixir of his existence. His sprawling mansion resembled a soda warehouse, cans stacked like silver sentinels in climate-controlled rooms. His personal assistant, Mildred, could identify a dozen shades of silver based on their vintage year.