The night was one of the darkest pitch.

The girl sat up alone in the bedroom, awaiting her friend to enter through the window. Her parents didn’t believe the stories that the girl had told them from childhood. She told them about the young man that came up and would talk about the world that normal people could see.

The parents knew not to worry about predators that lurked around; the girl’s room was on the third floor.

They believed that all he was was an imaginary friend.

See, when the girl was little, she promised not to tell her parents that her imaginary friend said that he would take her away to live at his castle.

The girl was five years old, so lets skip ahead ten years.

I was waiting for him, he said that tonight would be the night. I waited patiently with my bag packed, knowing that soon, I would go away with him.

I felt the familiar ‘whoosh’ of air when he opened the large door-like window.

“Hello, my love.” he said to me, his deep melodic voice stirring in my soul.

For the last few years, his voice made a certain something stir my belly, and I think he knew.

“Hello, Elie.” I said blushing slightly.

He leapt gracefully from my window sill and sat down on the bench underneath.

“We have to discuss something, my love.” He said in a serious voice.

I felt worried, what could be so important that he would speak to me so gravely?

“Is something the matter?” I asked, feeling my heart jump into my throat.

“It’s about what I am, what I will make you, what you will become.”

“What are you talking about Elie?”

“Vampires.”

I stared at him with a blank stare, before laughing hard.

His grave face didn’t change.

“What do you mean Elie,” I said, regaining some composure, “vampires are movie monsters; bloodsucking thing that prey on innocent lovers in parks.”

“Vampire is just the general term that mortals use for all creatures that use plasma to live.”

“Your not a vampire,” I said to him, “you look normal to me.”

That was only partially true. To me, he was more ‘normal’, he was the male perfection. He had long black hair, bound back with a very Victorian ribbon, and dark navy blue eyes. His skin was pale, yes, but so was mine. I thought that he was just an inside person, like me.

“I am a vampire. I live off blood and live forever. I have been this age for many centuries, watching the world around me evolve into a high-powered, metal, technical like he did,mass.”

My heart stopped for a bit. But if he was a vampire, what did that make me?

“You’re my donor and a demi.” he said.

He must have seen the confused look on my face.

“Mind reading, it gets stronger when you’re thinking of something that has to do with me,”

“I’m not a vampire, I don’t drink blood, I go out in the sun I love garlic bread.”

“You are, where a child of the setting sun. you preferred the night.”