The sky had darkened in the city of Bruges when Casper Mermans saw on the street to his former neighbour Abir, whom he had not seen for two months. The boy ran to her, wanting to ask why he hadn't heard from her since she got that job, but the expression on her face was not joy but sorrow.
"Abir!" he exclaimed.
"No, Casper. You not!" was her response.
"What's wrong, Abir? Where have you been? Can't you leave the house where you work?" he wanted to know.
"Get out of here before the others find you."
The girl's words were a strange and dark enigma for Casper.
"The others? Who?"
"We have gone out to feed and take provisions," Abir said, trying to explain to her former good friend why he should walk away from her.
"Have you gone out to dinner and to the market? I think it closed an hour ago."
"You don't understand!" the girl cried while she ran to a dark alley. Casper followed her. His common sense told him that the girl was surrounded by danger and he had to walk away from her for his sake, but Abir needed help and he would try to help her in any way. "You shouldn't have followed me," said the young girl in a sad voice when Casper caught up with her. She had a very weak appearance and there was no doubt that was fighting a tough battle with herself. "I'm so hungry ..."
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"I'm sorry, Casper. I never wanted to hurt anyone, least of all you ..."
And she sank two sharp fangs into Casper's neck. The unfortunate young boy felt his life leaving him while Abir grabbed his body tightly and sucked his energy.