In my profession, the time of day can be an exquisite representation between life and death.

May I compare the light of day, to being placed inside a lovely coffin. Only to be surprised by an engulfment of flames, to make my skin scream in agony. While the so-called "holy beings" laugh at my untimely death.
Now, my fare listener. Imagine you're in the company of your lover. A sweet happiness of exploding emotion, and delicious pleasure, as you enjoy the company of one another. The night time hours give this exact satisfaction to a creature of the dark; Such as I.
By this time in my introduction, you have no doubt guessed that I am what most humans fear most. A... how do you say, blood-sucker. Nosferatu, or more commonly known; A vampire. Blood-sucker, such a detestable and ugly adjective for my kind.
Don't get me wrong, some of us are outright savages. Complete, and utter bloody lunatics! Doing nothing more than feeding on weak humans, to satisfy their beastly urges. I, on the other hand, participate in these actions as well. However to me... It is a sport.

"Get the hell away from me!" A silhouette dashes through the street's artificial lights. He trips over his own feet, and apparently hurts his arm. "Please! He begins to sob, "Please... don't hurt me, take whatever you want from me!" The man's gaze is pointed to a tall, and menacing figure in the shadows. With red eyes, you could see coming from down you're local football field.
The shadowy figure comes out of the dark, writing in what appears to be a book. "H-huh?!" The man grunts with a slight relieved tone, entrenched in his fearful voice. He begins to quiver again as he inspects his pursuer. A man roughly six feet, of fives inches tall. His eye's creep up the body. Black dress shoes, black dress pants with a bluish tint. "W-why! Why are you just standing there!
A loud sigh is heard. The tall man retires his book and quill to his coat. Which I will go into further detail later. "You're incessant talking. It's giving me writer's block! Lux, I summon thee!

The tall man pulls out his book again, as another figure rises from the ground in a, red, smokey, splendor. She is beautiful, a mortal man's dream. She is a succubus, a demon from hell that uses sexual coercion, and dishonesty to get their way. However all she is to me, is trash. "You called master!" Her "master" throws the book into her hands. "W-what's this for?" she asks of him. "I want you to dictate every single thing I do, until I tell you otherwise. I expect perfect punctuation, proper English, and for Beelzebub's sake. Think of a title." Her master looks ashamed after his last sentence. "That's it? You're a boring master. Can't I kill this human! Lux's eyes lit up at the chance. Her master lowered his eyes at Lux. "If I wanted you to kill him... Why the hell would I need you here!" He yelled at Lux, his eyes going a complete blood red, with his teeth bared. Lux jumped away from her master, and sat on the ground wrapping her arms, around her knees.

He let's out another big sigh. "Enough crying, now watch as I completely devour this man. Wait, What!" To my master's surprise, his prey had ran away while he was yelling at me. How amusing. He turns back around with a disappointed look on his face. "Becoming the first vampire author won't be as easy, as you you thought. Eh Bullock?" His eyes get that same evil gaze again. "I told you to only call me master!" He said angrily, as he took the book back from me.

Being a Vampire with good taste is not the easiest thing in this world. Hell, even my slave laughs at me. But perfect killing, requires perfect description, and an audience to appreciate it. And I will have an audience. Lux start's laughing after looking over my shoulder at what I was writing. She returns back to hell in another red smoke. Her laughter echoing into the night. I will have an audience Lux... just you wait.