A knock at your door was probably the thing that you least expected this time of night, especially considering how early it had been getting dark now that winter was finally in full swing. Even so, you made your way towards your front door, yawning as you did. With your mind seeming to get even more smudged and blurred the closer that you got, you completely forgot to take a look out of the window to see just who your late-night caller was before opening the door for them.

As soon as you swung open the door, though, a small part of your mind seemed to awaken, if only to berate you for being so stupid. But the very second that your eyes met that of your guest, that part of you was already forgotten. There was no need for it, after all. Not when you could tell from just one glimpse into those entrancing blood red eyes that your caller had solely the best of intentions for you. She was your friend, your confidant, your love.

You could trust her.

“Good evening,” she purred, her voice pouring comfortingly warm honey into your veins. So breathtaking was that voice of hers that you were just too mesmerized to answer. And little could you have known, but your guest longed to hear your voice even more than you now did hers. Frowning, your guest leaned in closer to you, suddenly stopping just before the doorway, as if she had met some sudden resistance in her bid to move closer to you.