Vampires were always your strong pursuit as a young child-- dressing up as them for halloween, watching vampire movies and shows, and knowing random fun-facts about the bloodsucking, lifeless monsters.

You worked from home, writing blogs and documentaries about the possible life of vampires on earth. A lot of people read and bought things you wrote, resulting you in a sizable quantity of money. Even as an adult, you still believed in vampires despite the people who disagreed.

The last thing you remembered before blacking out was walking in the forest and trying to find a quiet place to write since nature helped you focus. You had a laptop, a notebook, a pen, headphones, and your phone in your possession.

Then, you woke up.

You were tied to a chair with rope, in a giant room that probably belonged to a mansion. The chair was pretty fancy, with red leather and old, gold accents that looked vintage. The handles were cold as you felt it on your skin, the ropes holding your arms and handles together in a tight grip.

Infront of you, sat a tall, slim girl with porcelain, pale skin. Her hair was colored in a dark navy blue tint, her facial features were angular and sharp, and her long, sharp fangs protruded from her pale lips that were lightly stained in blood.

She had some kind of fancy uniform on as she was sat back with her legs cross, sitting in the same kind of chair you were. One arm was resting on the chair handle and the other was up, her elbow against the handle and her skinny hand holding a wine glass full of dark, thick, red blood that you couldn't tell if it was yours or not.

"You're awake. Lovely." Her English accent rang coldly your ears. A chilling smile spread across the vampires face, an expression filled with pride as she sipped from the glass. "Don't worry. This isn't your blood."