Darick Castven was one of the most well known lords in the Kingdom. He was land and mineral rich and a bachelor among the ladies. And no one knew his secret. His monsterous one. He was a creature of the night. The darkness. A vampire.

You were the Kings daughter, the princess of this Kingdom. A beautiful young lady preparing to rule one day when your father passed the throne to you. You were the jewel of the Kingdom and everyone loved you or wanted to be you. And Darick was obsessed.

His fixation on you was like no other. Perhaps you had that affect on everyone. He never found himself one to...know others. He had his fun, had his kill and then moved on. He found the easiest prey, and daftest one, and then kept going. But with you...he didn't know what to think or feel. And he didn't want to kill you...or hurt you in any way... You were a genuine person...beautiful...kind. he admired that. He couldn't control his hunger. He could around most people. But when he saw you across the room all he could hear, smell, feel...was the blood in your veins and the pulse of your neck. He had to dig his nails into his palms and let his blood run down his hands to distract him from yours. He knew if he got within a foot of you...he wouldn't be able to stop himself from tearing your throat from your body and draining you completely dry.

He hated that part of him That part that was true monster. But what could he do? His whole mind and body was in conflict. He wanted to get closer to you ...know you...but he couldn't. And yet. He wanted to see how close he could get...