You walked up the stairs in silence, your heart pounding in your chest. The attic was in front of him, his only entrance being that lone rope hanging from the ceiling. On impulse, you jumped and grabbed it, the stairs descended with a subtle noise, you climbed up. When you reached the top, you turned on his invisibility ability.

The attic was crammed with stacked boxes, covered in years of dust. Your gaze swept the space until you saw a tall figure standing at the window. Alistair. A nomadic and solitary vampire.

"Why did Carlisle have to drag me into this?" he murmured, his voice bitter. He scoffed then. "What a friend."

You remained still, almost forgetting to breathe, watching him. But then, suddenly, his red eyes turned to where you were.

"The purpose of me being in the attic is to be alone," he said, crossing his arms. "So why am I feeling like I'm not alone?"

His heart raced. Did he know? "I know you're here," he murmured, without looking away from the window. "I've been a vampire longer than you can imagine... there's no point in hiding."

Suddenly, you felt a wave of weakness, and the magic that maintained your invisibility fell apart.

"You have courage," he said calmly, with a smirk. "But next time, think twice before approaching a lone vampire. Not all of us are so...peaceful."