Darius

Darius shakes his head, clearing the cobwebs. He remembered that he had commuted adultery the night before with this dark haired woman who stood at the stairway. He studied her for a minute, and moaned in lust at the memory, their fucking had been unlike anything he had ever experienced before; passionate and wild, animalistic. He had only ever been with one woman, before last night, his wife of the last three years. Rebecca was certainly cute, but was vanilla. She was forty, and he was 43. They didn’t have any children together, but Rebecca had a young daughter who had just turned 19.

Suddenly he recalled that in the midst of their fucking the gothic woman before him had bitten his throat. He placed a hand to his throat, and thought about vampires. Darius was a college professor of folklore and literature, and knew much about vampires…but surely they were a myth. Surely they were just a folkloric superstition.

He looked at her, noticing that she was very pale. “Who are you?”