A dark stormy night crept upon the city where Tabitha lived. She Was running down the streets trying to get home. The way the atmosphere seemed made Tabitha think of vampires. Vampires; mysterious and alluring creatures, creatures of the night, handsome and forbidden. Tabitha spoke in her head. "You know I wish I was a vampire. Wouldn't that be great. Never aging, never dying, constantly alluring." She Told Everyone This But They Said It Was A Myth This made Tabitha sad, since all her life people told her vampires were not real. They were just myth, nothing more. But if they were myth then were did they come from? Surely someone somewhere saw a real life vampire before.
Little did Tabitha know that a dark figure stood on the rooftop of a building looking down upon them. With his sensitive hearing and keen eyesight he saw her for the beauty she was. Not only that, but he heard what she had been saying.
