That night he left the window open. He wasn't sure when she would show up; he had told her to surprise him. Of course, there would be no sleep for him on that moonlit night, when all the neighbours were slumbering, and he had arranged for a special visitor. He stayed up well past midnight, shivering with anticipation.

She was to climb up, enter through his window. She thought it was to increase the excitement of the encounter; he knew it was so no one would see her come inside. When she was still alive.

She was an exotic-looking girl. She had deep chestnut hair that swept down to her bosom, (And what a lovely sight that was, he longed to take the warm gobs of flesh into his teeth and clamp down on them, to feel the suckling glands burst under his teeth,). She had magnificent almond eyes – both in shape and colour. (Eyes that would sprout delicious tears for him, long before the night was over.)

She thought that they would be lovers tonight. And they would, in the beginning, but he knew that there would a transition from love to animal lust, and then further on to the twisted, perverted pleasures he longed for.

He liked them sultry, but not overly-experienced. He liked them knowing, but still new to the perverse acts he would thrust upon them. He wanted innocence, but not ignorance. She had been perfect, in body, mind and spirit.

She tapped on his window, and he pulled her inside, gently. He didn't want her to dash away. She pressed her lips to his, and he locked the catch on the window while she was distracted. He could feel her heartbeat hammering inside her chest, and thought of the crimson blood that it pushed through her veins.

He backed out of her embrace, and lowered himself onto the bed.

She tossed her brassy mane over her shoulder, and pounced onto his lap. She grinned as she felt his excitement, even through his jeans. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and buried his greedy face into her breasts.

The girl let her mouth trace kisses up and down his neck, and the paused at his ear. He barely heard her whispered words through the growing fantasies and dreams of things he would do to her tonight.

"Thank you for letting me in."

She pulled back, and looked into his eyes. His mind was far away, still submerged in her chest, still contemplating her body. She smiled at him. She liked them guilty and ignorant. She liked them to feel in control. She liked them to feel secure, until the very last moment. She liked it best when they thought they were screwing her over. Food. It was so easy to predict.

Her smile evolved into a grimace, and she went straight for his throat. The skin tore easily at her fangs, and even as he screamed, she fed off his lifeblood.