• I knew I shouldn't have gone down to the Vampire's Dance but she took my hand and led the way. We turned down alleyways till we reached a black door in the middle of the street. Nobody seemed to pay much attention to it.
    " Oh, they don't see it. Only real vampires see it".
    " Then why do I?" I asked, wanting to be home.
    She didn't reply. She opened the door and led me down another alleway until we saw a large white door, decorated with regal patterns. As she opend the door, she told me to stay with her because I might get lost.
    As soon as I enterd the room, every soul in this God for saken place stared at me.
    I noticed a tall, pale man in a long black coat, his long black hair covering most of his face. The vampiress took me to a small victorian armchair and handed me a drink. I reluctantly took a small sip only to find it was thick, red blood. The weired thing is... I quite liked it.
    As I opend my eyes after drinking the blood, all of the vampires seemed to be muttering "he's ready" over and over. A small amount of vampires and vampiresses gatherd around me.

    The next thing I know, I'm addicted to blood and killing to get it.