A vampire

"Hello" you say, "I'm sorry to bother you. I seem to be kind of lost. Could I use a phone to call a taxi or something?"

"I'm sorry, my dear" say the man who seems to have descended the stairs unnaturally fast and now stands before you "I do not have a telephone. Besides we are no where near a main road so there would be little use in calling any kind of taxi. However if you were in need of refreshment I am sure I could offer you a bite, and this house contains many rooms which see little, if any, use, so if you need somewhere to stay I could easily have one of them made up."

You look at the man. He seems to be in his late twenties or early thirties. His skin seems to be fairly pale, an impression only enhanced by his dark raven hair. He has an athletic stature and is dressed in a dark suit whose style seems decades, if not centuries, out of date. Behind him flows a cloak, black with dark red lining which as he descended the stirs gave the impression of wings.

His most striking quality, however, is his eyes. Deep dark pools which seem to draw your gaze and hold it.

"Please come in" he says and you feel unable to resist.