Hidden in the alleys of the night lays a world much darker then your own. If I reach my hand out will you grab it or will you pull away afraid. My heart though immortal still beats the same, a slow rhythm that speeds with flushed cheeks and moist lips. Is it you that have fallen for my seductive charms or is it I that shall fall victim to fate.   “TAKE MY HAND.” he whispers faintly, his hot breath caught on the small hairs at the nape of her neck as his fangs brush ever so