Prologue.
More and more people nowadays say that vampires exist. More and more people nowadays actually start to believe that. And if they are so convinced that there is a higher chance to meet a vampire in a small town, then I don't understand why so many of them still prefer to come at night.
Maybe it wasn't their initial plan, but the car arrived to Lima around two o'clock. I noticed them as I was leaving the house of one of those very few who not only knew about the existence of my kind but was also willing to provide us with blood. I was blinded by the car lights and was pretty sure they saw me. I thought that it would be funny to disappear and leave them question themselves, but before I actually did that the car stopped right next to me and the window went down.
First thing I saw was a girl on the passenger's seat. She was staring at me too and looked intimidated. Well, who wouldn't be? I've been wearing that expression of hate towards the world for the past forty years; not that it was really that obvious, but she must've felt it. What surprised me though, was the fact that she didn't look away. Instead she narrowed her blue eyes as if she was trying to look deeper.
"Miss? Miss, excuse me," someone else's voice distracted me; and probably for the best, because I'd got irritated by that piercing stare. When a driver noticed that he had my attention he spoke again. "Where we can find this house?" he stretched out a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it. Normally I don't let my victims say even two words before I kill them, but these two were lucky I wasn't hungry. And that girl… she made me sort of curious. I looked at the address and pointed the direction. My mind drifted away again as I tried to remember who used to live in the house they were looking for and what happened to that person, but the driver interrupted my thoughts again. I swear an ability to easily irritate someone was a family trait. "What such a beautiful lady is doing alone here at such a late hour?"
"It's the safest place you've ever been to," I forced a sweet smile. "Welcome to Lima," I suppressed an urge to look at the girl again and started walking away. Now I remembered clearly that the house belonged to a teacher who used to spend too much time trying to find evidence that vampires existed. Now he had everything he wanted as he was locked in one of the cells where we kept our toys and food. If these two were lucky they would never find out what this place was like…