It was nearly a week after our first 'encounter' that i saw him again. It was the night i finally learned what he was. Vampire.
He appeared in my room just after sunset, and by appear i mean just that. One moment i was alone, contemplating what to do with myself, and the next, there he was looming over me.
I was shocked, of course, but could not find it in myself to be scared of the man anymore. It was then he told me of his Vampirism, and why i was there. For entertainment, and as a snack. He offered me an out, death of course, if this didn't suit me. Yet the thought of taking it never crossed my mind. After only one time with this man, i was addicted. With the promise of more nights like the one we'd shared, i couldn't resist.
And so it began...