So he was kind of pale.
I didn't mind, though. I'd been with thousands of guys (not that kind of girl, mind), but this one was special. Usually they had been completely mesmerised by my incredible beauty and vast intellect, to the point where they would be swaying and barely able to stand. Coincidentally, they had also always been drinking pretty heavily, and would usually refer to me as "that girl". When they recognised me, and everyone did, they'd usually seem a bit disappointed, because they'd think that I were way out of their league. But of course they couldn't restrain themselves from shooting for the stars, and when you heard that familiar, "eh, want to go to my car?", you knew that magic was in the air.
But where was I? Oh, yes.
This guy. I had been trying to find my way home after a romantic evening in a moonlit alley when I met him. He had told me that I had the most beautiful neck he had ever seen. Minutes later we were at his apartment. A night of wild, unbridled passion followed, I had never felt the way I did that night. I felt light, as if my whole body had been hollowed out, or emptied. A bit drained, too; it had been a very long night.
Sadly, we were not awakened by the sweet melodies of the birds and the other cute wildlife like in the films (there were a couple of animals in the apartment, but I wouldn't call them cute), but by assassins! Normally, of course, I would have fought them off, but I was still feeling light-headed after making sweet love and, as I would later find out, losing quite a lot of blood, so they managed to overpower us, and one of them drove a stake through my poor, lovestruck heart.
Of course, it would have taken far more than that to kill me, and when I came to my senses, I was on the theatre stage. I knew right away that it was no dream, because the rows were not filled with legions of adoring fans, but a handful of spectators watching the proceedings which I had been made a part of with an air of quiet disapproval.
"My fellow kindred."