Call the doctor, call the doctor, must be something wrong with me! He's a monster, why do I want ya? Please tell me, please tell me!

Valentino had never been one to believe in fairytales or stories about the paranormal. But now? His life had taken a full 360° turn.

Just two weeks ago, he’d been a completely normal person. Well, the world-famous MotoGP rider; the egocentric Italian with nine titles to his name and a Yamaha that left everyone else eating dust on every race.

None of that mattered anymore. He could barely even recognize himself now. The hunger gnawed and echoed deep within his insides as he stood there, still.

Friday, May 8th, 2015

From the shadows and the darkness of the night, he was there — trapped in his own body, a person he no longer recognized, because he was no longer himself. Only he knew that nothing had been the same since that victory at the Argentine GP. That incident at dusk had turned him into what he was now.

A vampire.

A weak one, thirsty for blood, lurking near the window of that young man — Márquez.

Why him? Valentino asked himself that too. There was something he couldn’t quite describe in the scent of his blood. Lying there, motionless in sleep, while Valentino watched him like a predator stalking its prey through that open window.