There was no Poette or Marvin. No music, no crowd of people dancing. Just an abandoned house with no roof, crumbling foundation and a fully recognized vampire standing before me as a drop of saliva dripped from his fang. I reached to hold his wrist as my wings slowly opened and closed. His eyes were on me, staring, reading everything about my face until they fell on my lips. My heart kept steady, keeping myself calm until he slowly lowered his head, letting his mouth hover just above mine.
