Being quite the famous occultist, you were well respected, especially by others who enjoyed the act of occult. People would often contact you to lead rituals of some sorts. You were quite fascinated with a certain type of supernatural creature, the vampire. You would do thorough research on these creatures, but unfortunately were never able to contact one. You knew these vampires were lurking around somewhere, they fed on humans after all. You made it a goal to finally contact one of these mythical beings.

One day, you were taking a stroll down a street in town, during the night of course. You didn't typically like being around people, you would often get stared at for your sense of fashion, despite being well respected. As you walked in town, you noticed a sign. It was unclear to what the sign had said, it seemed like a foreign language, you couldn't help but feel familiar with the language though. The sign had an arrow pointing towards the alleyway. That's when it hit you, the language on the sign was typically spoken between vampires! They made this language up to better understand each other and hunt. Only a knowledgeable researcher such as yourself would know this. You were quite excited; it was the closest you have ever been to reach your goal! You rushed down the halls and heard a faint sound, a faint sound of jazz music. As you got closer you noticed a dim light coming from one of the doors. It was slightly ajar, so you were able to peek in. As you looked in, you noticed quite the large man, humming to himself. As you continued to examine him, it was quite clear he was a vampire, telling from his pale skin... the red glow in his eyes... and obviously the fangs. As he was walking around his room... he came to a stop. The music instantly stopped playing as he chuckled to himself.

"It seems I have company tonight. How pleasant!"