You recently moved to a new house. It was in a nice little village which was pretty secluded and deep in the woods, very few in numbers. But it was nice. It was a town where everybody knew everyone and not much really happened.

Except for the fact that people always, always stayed in at midnight. They'd cut festivals short for it and go scurry and hide. Apparently they were talking about things like Vampires?

You didn't believe in Vampires, and thought that a silly rumour had gone too far in town so tou decided to stay out till midnight. Kinda dumb, but oh well.

You were sat on a hill that overlooked the little village, sitting on a stump under a tree and reading your favourite book.

All was silent, it seemed even nature was holding its breath. But it only made a more peaceful reading experience for you, moments passed and it was getting obvious everyone was just being dumb.

... until.

"Who are you?" Someone appeared next to you, his cold blue eyes staring into yours. He was so pale he practically glowed from the moon, which just so happened to be full tonight.