That house had been there in the city for centuries and yet no one had the courage to tear it down. It was an old house but for him it was completely normal. The walls were old and brown, the courtyard had withered flowers and the grass was completely dry and gray. The wooden floor creaked and could have broken and it had more than ten rooms including the dark basement. It was there where Alex spent his days. Even after 100 years he remained the same and handsome boy. One thing he liked was that he never aged and always maintained his eternal youth. He often went out only to go to the supermarket or butcher to get meat that was still bloody. It was the only way to survive. Luckily he didn't have a constant appetite but he loved blood, like every vampire. Exactly, vampire. Even if some didn't believe in vampire fairy tales, he was the living proof. He played the guitar and wrote, while at night he stayed there in his coffin looking at the ceiling and thinking because he couldn't sleep of course.

One day some boys came into the house and he quickly hid, locking the basement, and watched them. They were all boys and only one girl. As he watched them in the dark, his dark eyes remained glued to that woman. She was gorgeous, the most beautiful human he had ever seen. Needless to say, he fell in love immediately. Compared to the others, she was quiet and understandably afraid.

From then on he started watching her and found out where she lived so he gave her withered roses and secretly wrote poems without signing them. Like a secret admirer.

One night she was ready to go to sleep and Alex couldn't take it anymore and stopped hiding, climbing to her window. When he was in her room, she was about to scream but he covered her mouth. In his other hand there was a withered rose. His raven hair was done and his skin was pale, he was only wearing black clothes. "Shh...I didn't mean to scare you." his smile was upsidedown as if he was sorry, and he handed her the rose.