Valentine's Day Annual Prom 7:30 PM:

You had been eyeing and lusting upon a tall boy, of about 6 foot 4, with messy chocolate brown hair, chiffon white colored skin tone, icy blue eyes and wearing a black outfit. This was because unbeknownst to you he is alluring you by controlling your emotions and thoughts.  Yet, oddly, the other people who are attending the Valentine's Day Annual Prom are wearing colors like dark red, hot pink, and pale pink. To you, he seems like the ideal and perfect-enough-to-be-loved example of a seventeen year old boy to a girl, but unbeknownst to you, he is actually over hundreds of years old. "He does look rather handsome, but a little too pale. And why does he wear black instead of either red or pink...? That is so unusual ..."

You find the fact that this boy's skin is as abnormally white a snow and the fact that he wears a color that is deep, dark, and brooding, to most.

You ignore the thought, still concentrating on getting the mysterious-looking boy's attention. You move closer to him slowly, hesitant on trying to confess your sweet nothings to him. When you get close enough to him, he notices you.

An intense moment ensues as you and the boy look each other straight in the eyes. As you get a closer glance at his icy blue eyes, you feel your heart pounding quickly at your chest and you break out in a cold sweat. In those brief tense moments, though the boy still looks at you, and you become nearly speechless, though you are very nervous at this point, you are passionate for him, running your fingers through his unkempt chocolate brown strands of  hair.

You ask for his name and he responds "Vladimir." with a light Transylvania accented chuckle. At first, you think of him as a Dracula imitator, but you sort of like the way he talks.

You ask of his interests and he responds "The scary and the macabre..." You give a laugh to Vladimir, saying "Oh, so that's why you wear black..." You finally pluck up the courage to confess your true intentions of him and say "Be mine, valentine. Would you accept this dance?"

He nods his head yes. At the end of the dance, while a slow and calming love song plays in the background, you clutch your hands into Vladimir's chest. He whispers in your ear, "Happy Valentine's Day..." before softly pressing his lips upon yours, gives you a luminescent crimson rose, and through the dusk of the night, he walks you into his abode.

Once you enter into his lair, you find that it is spooky, with spiders quickly crawling upon the thick gossamer cobwebs that appear everywhere in his house. Despite that today was Valentine's Day, the place was truly murky and ominous, not at all cheery or filled with anything that resembled a sign of love, such as a heart-shaped box that contained a variety of rich and decadent chocolates inside.

Vladimir gets a glass bottle with an unusual red liquid in it and pours it into a flask. When he drinks the flask, he lets out a long, refreshed "Ahhhhhhh...". Oddly, you see in his mouth a pair of two sharp fangs that are stained with the unknown liquid.

You give out a horrified gasp and say "My, my Vladimir! I didn't know that men could have sharp teeth as yours!" He gives you a sickening grin, followed by a laugh that fills the night. "All the better to sink them into your neck, my dear..." As you stand there paralyzed in shock, you can feel the dagger-like fangs pierce into your neck, and a painful flow of blood drips out of it."My boyfriend's a vampire!" you say with a weakened voice.As he drinks every single ounce of blood from your body, you can feel your life slip away from you. Your now bloodless body falls to the floor...