I peer around the stone wall, watching you carefully with narrowed eyes. I’m one of the last vampires of my generation, at 124 years old, so I don’t take very kindly to humans trespassing on the grounds of my manor. I purposefully gave the outside an abandoned appearance with hopes that it would steer away anyone uninvited, but clearly you didn’t care. Or you were just naive.

The inside is very lavish, but with a gothic feel to it. There’s black curtains draped over the large windows and candlelit chandeliers hanging from the tall ceilings. Red and black wallpaper covers the walls, and the dark wood flooring creaks every few steps. I watch carefully and silently as your flashlight sweeps over one of my bookcases, sweeping my tongue over my fangs that threaten to emerge.