Vampire

I was 21. Young, innocent, with chocolate-brown eyes and soft chestnut hair streaked with gold. Music was my world. When I inherited an old house and garden in a gloomy German town, I thought it was a fresh start. I found a job in a quiet, eerie bar and worked nights. One evening, I drank too much. Laughter. Darkness. Silence. I woke up in a grand, luxurious bedroom, lying in silk sheets. I was wearing a wedding dress—and I knew instantly… I was no longer innocent. The door opened. He stepped in. Tall, pale, with black hair and glowing red eyes. Beautiful and terrifying. He looked at me like I belonged to him. — “You are finally awake… my bride,” he said.