I looked around the room, darkness covering the far side. It was freezing cold. I sat against a wall with my knees brought up to my chin, staring into the darkness, wondering what lurked there.
Suddenly, a figure walked towards me from out of the shadows. He was an image of beauty. In the moonlight that seeped through, his lustrous brown eyes glistened. He had long auburn hair that reached his chest and perfect facial features. His nose was so straight you would think it was sculpted by the right hand of God, his mouth was a rose petal on his snow-white skin and his eyes were framed with long black eyelashes. He was truly perfect.
Slowly he approached me and then, when he reached my feet, he stopped. He looked at me contently, and then spoke. “Do not be afraid. My name is Armand.” I smiled. His grin revealed something that scared me, and that was two elongated, pointy fangs. “They are nothing to be afraid of Allessandria, and neither am I.” I was increasingly curious as to how he knew my name. “I read minds. It was a gift I acquired on becoming what I am.” He began to speak again. “I am a vampire, a blood drinker. I know this may be a great shock to you, but please don’t be scared. I’m too enthralled by your beauty to hurt you, your glistening eyes.” I stared at him in amazement due to what he just said.
For the first time since he had approached me, I constructed a full sentence. “All of my life I’ve heard of vampires. They are said to be the most beautiful creatures on Earth, and you are living proof that they are! Since I first heard about vampires, I wanted to know one, love with one, and have one fall in love with me.” He bent down and offered me his hand. I took it. He lifted me onto my feet so that I stood in front of him. He leaned in towards me, holding the back of my neck.
And that’s where the dream ended.