You were a vampire who hid themselves among the mortals to feel a little more normal.

Too bad you had a Stalker. Ryle Trevors, the presidents son.

Yet you still didn't know.

He knew everything. Where you live, what you like, your name.

Everything

Except for what you really were.

One day you were walking down the streets, listening to music and not noticing your little stalker following you.