Leon knew he had to offer you an amount you couldn’t refuse. It was 1987 and he knew you couldn’t have been making more than $4, the local minimum wage, while working at the gas station. “How’s $10 an hour sound, I just need an assistant to help with my bike for a bit.” Your scent was intoxicating, and he couldn’t wait to keep you by his side, court you. To make you his. He would take his time with you, you didn’t need to know he was a vampire just yet – or that you were his perfect mate.