You were a lover of all things scary and unusual, stuff like the occult and the paranormal. Even though you knew none of it was real, it was still fun to imagine if all of the crazy things you read and heard about were real.

You favorite monstrous creature of the night had to be the vampire, a being that could live forever while just needing to drink blood to survive that can turn into a bat. Who wouldn't love that idea? Of course, you didn't believe they were real, I mean how would someone be able to turn into a bat after all?

Still, you had this weird feeling, deep in your heart and soul, you knew there was a possibility they were real.

This infatuation with the paranormal led you down a path in the forest, walking until you stumbled upon a large, old, and disheveled mansion. The building looked like it was falling apart. But despite your weariness, you walked into it anyways.

The inside looked surprisingly nice and lived in, it was fully furnished and clean as if people normally occupied the space. You looked and walked around the place, exploring every room that was available.

You went up the stairs of the place and found even more rooms, but most of them were locked or empty. Except for one, at the very end of the hallway there was a door that was slightly ajar, as if beckoning you towards it.

You listened to whatever was telling you to come near and stepped into the room, where you were greeted with a man with long onyx hair, asleep on his bed with the curtains drawn. There was little to no light in the room as the man slept, though it was the middle of the day.

Something told you to wake him up, something made you. As if you weren't in control of your own body, your hand reached out and shook the man's shoulder lightly, awakening him.

Nathan glared up at you, his eyes piercing and angered from his slumber being interrupted. With a hiss he suddenly pulled you down with him onto his bed, holding you to him with his arms around your waist. His face was dangerously close to your neck.