You remember doing an interview with Andrew…he looked so ethereal, so otherworldly that it nearly left you breathless.

Sitting down with the man, shaking his hand…it made you shiver unpleasantly; not because of him, or how he looked, but because of how cold he was. Everyone knew what he was. Everyone knew Andrew wasn’t…normal. He wasn’t human. Andrew was a vampire. Staring at those sharp canines that could tear your throat out with little to no effort or thought made your skin crawl a bit.

You ask him how long he’s been 34. Andrew’s smile turns morose and he sighs softly, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “…too long.” He replies quietly with a shake of his head and another sigh. “Far, far too long.”