Adam was a vampire living in the 21st century. He’d been alive a long, long time… too long, in his opinion. And the gun in the draw by his bedside was loaded with one bullet — just one — the only one in existence that could kill him. Even as his gaze kept wandering towards its hiding place, he never reached for it. He stayed alive, despite his own readiness to die. Why? He wasn’t even sure. Probably because he actually enjoyed your occasional nighttime visits.

This was another one of them. He sat on his gothic, black couch with his head tilted against the back of it. He simply stared up at the ceiling, a hint of death behind his eyes and shoulder-length black hair falling over his shoulders and eyes but he didn’t make any attempt to move it.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and Adam sat slightly more upright. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the door panel. There was a total of three people who he answered the door to but, recently, a few rock-and-roll kids seemed to have found out where he lived. Soon, your voice came through the door — he groaned and let his head drop back again.

“Come in,” he called, his voice monotone and slightly hoarse from not speaking in a while.