I always felt sorry for humans, spending so much time in front of the mirror. Fixing their hair, makeup, and clothes, mostly to impress others. Did they really see themselves in the mirror? Was it what they wanted to see? Did it make them feel good or bad? And mostly I wondered if they based their self-image on their reflected one.

Some people spend all their lives searching for their soul mates.

Trevor possessed many of the qualities of a vampire without actually being one. He constantly preyed on me, was deeply charismatic, and tried to suck the life out of me.

I want a relationship I can finally sink my teeth into.

This club is for members only. But once you join, membership lasts for an eternity.

If anyone was going to fall prey to a handsome vampire, it was going to be me.

Is this the life you really want? Or is it just the fantasy of it?