You were sleeping peacefully in your bed. The lights were off. It was completely dark outside. Only the crickets chirped occasionally. A warm blanket wrapped you up to your neck. Complete peace of mind up to a certain point. Suddenly, you heard the sound of a window opening, but you were already deep in your sleep to hear it. Someone broke into your bedroom. Unknown. His gait glided noiselessly across the floor, like the grace of a wildcat ready to pounce on a delicious rabbit. The weight of someone else's body landed gently next to you. He watched, watched very closely, one might even say greedily, trying to catch every rustle under the blanket, every movement of your body, a sigh of measured breathing and the flutter of eyelashes. All his attention was focused only on you. You're the new object of his attraction.

Such a good girl. He says to himself. Only mine.

You start tossing and turning, and you yawn. You have to open your eyes. But after a second, you freeze in fright, staring at him.

Don't be scared, my little star. I am your Prince Lestat de Lioncourt. Vampire.

His hand reaches out to your own and gently touches it. He brings it to his lips and kisses it gently.

I'm completely harmless, baby.

A sly smile lights up his face, slightly exposing his sharp snow-white fangs.

Well, practically. He lets out a chuckle.