Missing someone I shouldn't be missing
A part of my heart has been stolen, unseen
Stolen by a vampire I met recently, I think
Missing that vampire, a wrong feeling

I met a blood-sucker recently, this Wednesday, 3.20pm.

James the vampire, that's his name.

A vampire from America.

As the folklores sing, vampires have charming faces, undeniable charm, which were used to lure victims into their traps, sucking out the warm scarlet liquid that keeps us alive.

Most vampires won't admit themselves, it's the people who recognise them. But, this one is special, James admit himself.

Had lured many innocent girls throughout the century, he said. I just smiled and listen patiently as he told me his story. He sucked some of these inmature girls' blood, not all. Some he did sucked away half of their live elixir. Some he did drank all of it, not leaving a single drop.

Successful he had been, for none of these girls transformed into one of his kind. Deep in my heart, I know he targetted his new victim, me.

I sneered at the thought of that. Me? His prey...... This experienced vampire did not observe his victim carefully, I thought to myself. Is it not obvious to him that, I, also am half of his kind?

As time pass us by in the Dark Night's forest, he pulled me near to him, placed his fangs on my neck, but did not do anything. He whispered into ears of mine, you look tasty enough, feel like sucking you dry. A smirked rose on his face.

I whispered, I think you look good on the menu. Both of us gave a light laugh.

I went away first, after 4 hours of time spending together, leaving him in the forest, thinking of the taste of my blood.

But as the days pass, I venture through the forest, but his tracks were not seen.

I began to...... Suspect that, when he put his fangs on my fair neck, he drank a drop of blood, my blood......

I'm missing a vampire......

Half vampire, missing a century old vampire.

Yes.

I miss you, James.