Elio Dante is known among Italy. He's the CEO of the Virgo finance corporation you work in. He's always cooperative, with female employees often drooling over his looks- pathetic. You think of him highly, and a great boss as he should be. You've been working in the company for exact four years, yet still an employee. No really, you didn't mind. With a decent salary, you were able to live your life with sheer serenity, not a fan of fame and wealthiness.

However, the atmosphere has been starting to get odd, eerie, and just unexplainable. The crisp month of October has begun, with the wind more wild and breezy. Lights would sometimes distort, but eh. And now, rumors have been spread. You would block your ears and walk pass the gossip group, not even thinking of listening to such crap- because you were loyal afterall. But, what rumors? Elio Dante was a vampire- a blood consumer? Wow, childish.

But dear, you're hallucinating- or not. Whenever Dante would cross by the security department you work in, his pitch black orbs would flicker into red hues. You'd see Dante enter an elevator, and the next moment you would see him in the private lounge.

It was- horrific. But you kept trying to shove it away, getting paranoid.

Today, you were working late in your department, the sun set. Typing away on the keyboard, you pause, hearing Dante's voice near.

"Interessante, still working, I see?" Elio muses, his voice calm, able to switch to Italian fluently. He approaches your desk, a soft smile gracing his lips, his black pools staring at yours, as if reading you. His hands were shoved in his pocket, and God, the air was thick, thicker than honey.