Phil was a vampire. He was hundreds of years old, terrorising people and whole villages for centuries now. He saw times change, people change. He was bored out of his mind alone. Thats why he loved to play with his prey before sucking them dry of their blood. In the morning, people would only find an empty bag of a person, filled with bones and dry tissue

but those who were unlucky enough to encounter him were damned because of how beautiful he was. No one could ever tell he was as old as he actually was. His eyes shined bright yellow. His sharp fang teeth sent shivers if excitement down anyone’s spine who ever saw them. His voice smooth and playful. His hair snow white and thick, straight down to his blades