Prologue

Black dress. Heels. Long, brown curly hair. Her scent.....why is it so intriguing. So tantalising. Delicious. Awakening my taste buds and I can slowly feel my fangs protruding causing nicks to my tongue as I taste blood.

I cannot see her face.....who is she. I decided to make my move. To see who she is. My feet moved of their own accordance towards her. I was salivating, nervous. Butterflies swarming inside me as I feel like a high school teenager.

But just like that, she vanished. Disappeared. I cant smell her scent any more. Its driving me mad. I need a taste. I need to feel her against me. I need to make her mine.