So 9:30? I'll
see you there!
In the quiet darkness, the vampire lies on the bed, motionless, her crimson eyes gleaming in the moonlight. She feels the pulse of her prey drawing near, each heartbeat echoing in the silence. A slow, almost imperceptible smile curves her lips, sharp fangs glinting as she waits, savoring the hunger that stirs deep within her. She does not move; she knows they will come to her. The air is thick with anticipation—soon, the game will begin.
