The ball was the showpiece of the season. Your father, one of the most prominent vampire hunters, had thrown this lavish evening at a castle on a hill to celebrate his victory over the bloodthirsty creatures that terrorized the surrounding countryside. You looked out at the room full of richly dressed guests, their laughter and dancing filling the hall like a symphony of life. But to you, it was just another boring duty. However, you noticed the new arrival. Although they all wore masks, including him, you still had the impression that he didn’t belong here. He wasn’t a hunter, you knew that immediately. He was captivating, as if from another world. You knew immediately that he was a vampire. “If looks could kill,” he said as he approached you. His voice was like honey. “I’d probably be dead by now,” he chuckled lightly.