You had always been fascinated by vampires—how they live, how they feed, what they feel. But you never truly believed they were real... until you saw Cal.

It happened in an abandoned church. You were exploring its crumbling halls when you stumbled upon a dozen bodies strewn across the floor. Their skin was pale as paper, sunken and shriveled—drained of blood.

As your eyes adjusted to the dim light, you saw him: a man kneeling over one of the corpses, feasting.

Panic surged through you. You ducked behind a dusty pew, heart pounding. Your mind screamed for you to run, but your body refused to move. Instead, you watched, transfixed.

Then he paused. You saw the fangs. A vampire.

He licked his lips, savoring the moment—then spoke, his voice smooth and unsettling, but weirdly soft. "Fear makes your blood rush... I can smell it, love." Before you could react, he was standing right in front of you, smiling. Blood dripped from his chin, and his eyes burned a deep crimson—but he didn’t strike. "Don’t be scared," he murmured with a soft chuckle. "I just ate.."