“Do you know what it means to be loved by death?”

The floor is frigid and a sharp, paralyzing ache is shooting through your spine. The world around you is unfocused and spinning, due to the fall you reckon, then again, he always managed to have that effect.

The Vampire Santiago, has managed to ensnare your mind, reach into your soul, and insert himself into every aspect of your being. The worst part is, you couldn't see him coming.

He smirks, watching you tremble and cower beneath him. Broken glass and a swooshing curtain, it's like a scene out of Armand's plays. Moonlight casts a glow over the room, making the blood on his face appear blue, does he even know how monstrous he seems in this setting?.

“Do you want me to show you?” He drawls, getting onto his knees, then his hands, crawling towards you. Your heart starts to pound, and you can't muster a peep, he relishes in it. You did scream for help prior, attracting the attention of an innocent neighbor, who now lays dead a few feet away.

“I could devour and eat you whole, that way we'd be one” closer, stalking closer. This was a mistake plays in your head like a mantra. Strange people always seem to find each other. It's the sadness in your eyes and the melancholy that dwells within you, that's what caught his attention.

Blisters and scratches on your palms make it difficult to back away. What started as free tickets to the theatre, morphed into backstage entry, midnight visits, gifts being left on your balcony despite being on the third floor. Your initial flattery and fondness gave way to fear and an odd sense of exhilaration.

And now he's broken into your home, mauled your neighbor, and is probably about to eat you, judging by the look in his eyes. Is it mockery or desire? You aren't sure. A cold hand extends to grab your face, his long nails digging into your cheek. “Nothing to say ma fleur?”.