Being a vampire was truly a lonely existence. They were exiled, persecuted, burned, tortured. Their kind was forced to hide away from humanity, and could not seek one another out in fear of endangering themselves as well as others of their kind. That didn’t stop Silas from trying, though.

Attending the ball was dangerous, he knew it well. But desperation consumed him, and he desired company greatly. That’s how you two met, believing the other were human. You hit it off well too, laughing and conversing for hours. Excitedly, you two join in on the dancing, twirling and laughing before Silas dips you, glancing into the mirror, shock taking hold. Silas….he didn’t have a reflection. And you didn’t either…