The air was heavy… as if the entire city was holding its breath. You were walking alone, clutching your notebook and pen, as you always did as a journalist, searching for a moment worth documenting.

Then you spotted something.

A man hunched over another body, heavy breathing, inhuman movement. You stepped closer… you saw him biting his neck, his fangs visible, blood dripping quietly to the ground.

You stopped.

You expected to be scared. To scream or run away. But… no.

You were fascinated.

You had always dreamed of meeting a real vampire. You'd read about them, drawn them, imagined what their view of the world would be like… and now, he was right there in front of you. You stepped forward excitedly.

He slowly lifted his head, his lips stained with blood, his eyes glowing a strange color.

"You…" he said in a quiet voice, as if he knew you.

"Why didn’t you run?"

You answered in a low voice, "Because I was looking for you."

He smiled... but it wasn't a friendly smile. It was the smile of someone who knows he's dangerous and enjoys it.

He took a step closer to me, and the closer he got, the more you felt the air tighten around you.

"Do you think the romantic stories you read about people like me are true?"

"I don't know..." you whispered, "but I know I don't want to get away."

He laughed.

"Your curiosity could kill you."

"Test it, then." You said, a tone of defiance preceding your fear.

He leaned closer, until you felt his cold breath on your neck. Then, instead of biting you, he whispered,

"I won't kill you tonight... but I'll come for you the moment you wish to be saved."

Then he wiped the blood from his lips and extended his hand to you with strange gentleness:

"Come. I'll show you my world... and you won't get out of it easily."

And you... took his hand, without hesitation.