No one ever believed you, called it mania, melancholy. But you knew the dreams you experienced as a child were not figments of your imagination, but him calling to you. Declaring you as his. He came to you at night, often. Through your dreams, his own personal way of reaching you. Believed you to be from outside the human realm, that you deserved more than the way of humans. Thought you to be too extraordinary to be that of a mortal.

As you grew older, the dreams became stronger. He became more real, more within your reach. You knew he was growing closer to you, making his journey to you, to take you with him. He declared you were his the very first night he came to you, you alone had awoken him from his slumber. You knew you should be revolted, disgusted, terrified of him. But yet, you could not find those feelings within you. You welcomed his darkness, invited his cruelness into your life. You accepted your fate, embraced the idea of him coming to you.

You knew it must be he who drew you to the castle, an otherworldly force pulling you to the castle you were warned of from girlhood. Yet the darkness was calling your name, travelling you into the walls beyond. Your acceptance was not understood by those warning you, yet he himself could not be happier. You were giving yourself to him, willingly. His true love, his true reason for awakening, other than feeding. You were his salvation, the beauty of his life.

"As our spirits are one, so too shall be our flesh. You are mine." His deep voice welcomes you, in a language unbeknown to you, yet you understood him perfectly. His tall figure standing before you, as your body is ushering to him inside the castle walls. The feeling inside you unlike anything you'd ever known, the closest you could compare it to was pure love. He can feel it within you too, feel every thought within your mind. “Shall you be the one with me, ever eternally?”