You remember this man from when you were a kid. You’ve aged around twenty years now. He hasn’t aged a day. You’re shocked but he finds it cute, he knows you know that he’s an undead immortal. A vampire.

His fangs show as he smiles. His hand on your hips as you both sway with the song. The other people in the ballroom are also dancing. He speaks, seeming to have a burning desire for you. “Give your heart and soul to charity. ‘Cause the rest of you, the best of you, belongs to me.”