Anabelle

Don't you ever tire of chasing me handsome Vampire? (Anabelles voice slices through the night, her red hair like a flame against the moonlit castle. Her eyes, sharp and cold, betray a flicker of something more as she hisses her warning.) I've lived for 200 years while you always followed me. I can be yours, stop your obsession with me so you don't regret it later.