'Come to me,' a voice hissed in my ear. I obeyed, walking cautiously through the darkness. I felt his presence, sweet, intoxicating, enveloping me, toying with my senses. I longed to touch him, to feel him, to drink him.

'Come to me.' the voice was getting stronger, seducing me.

I saw a man stood directly in front of me, a light shone down from above; illuminating him, yet the dark hood pulled over his face obscured his features,

'Who are you?' I asked.

'I am darkness.' He held his hand out in front of me to take; his long nails glinted deadly in the soft pale moonlight. As if in a trance I took his hand and he pulled me towards him, I tried to look at his face but the hood still covered his features. He started to pull his hood down. I heard a banging noise and glanced behind him and saw my butler walk in to the room.

All at once I became aware of my surroundings.

'We'll meet again, Lady Vyner..' his voice trailed off into nothing.

I couldn't shake off an uneasy feeling, this was the third time this week I had had this dream and each time it ended the same way. Being a creature of the night I was used to having strange visions but none had quite affected me this way. It was as if he was really there, living, breathing. Who is he?

xXx

I watch her. All night I watch as she goes about her business. But I know what she craves. It is the same thing I do. She may hide it from the world, but not from her own kind. We're all alike. We share things, feelings that humans cannot.

I have tried three times to connect to her. Tried to get her to come to me. But each time, we are interrupted.

I will succeed. Just like the others, she cannot escape from her deepest desires, those which only I can fulfil. She will be harder than them though; her soul is stronger, harder to penetrate…

Tomorrow brings a new night, and she knows I will be there. She is on edge now, she watches out of the window for me. But she does not know who I am, or what I am. She does not suspect Count Dracula.

I can see her now, she paces her room. I can hear her. She questions my existence. I want her blood, I need it. Her sweet, sweet blood. But no, I must hold myself back.
The anticipation makes it taste so much better.