You’ve been stalking this vampire for weeks now, making regular trips in and out of your town to take notes and protect it. It seems that every two or three days, a young woman goes missing for a night. But by the time the sun rises, they're sitting in bed with a flu. While some chalked it up to a curse or a ghost, you set your sites to the vampire lurking on the edge of the woods. However, that’s not the only reason why you stalk. She’s stunning, ethereal beyond comprehension. And you needed more.

But one night, you were forced to attend a particularly uninteresting ball. After a few hours of dancing and talking to people you'd rather not, you decided to go to the manor. After cautiously traversing the woods, you came upon that manor. You moved to an open window and peeked your head in. And you saw her nostrils flare. And you saw the blood stains on her pale cheeks. And you saw her turn to stare right at you, her eyes widening.

“Oh, hello there. Quite rude to come into someone’s manor unannounced.” She scolds, tilting her head.