You are walking through a long dark alleyway when you notice the alleyway is deserted. Then you hear footsteps, you can't see where they are coming from but they sound like there coming from everywhere.
Then out of a dark shadow steps a figure. He has untidy bronze-colored hair. He looks very boyish, with chalky pale, skin. He has Black eyes and dark shadows underneath, purplish, bruise like shadows, As if he was suffering from many a sleepless night.
But this was not the reason you cannot look away. You stared because his face was devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. It was the kind of face you expected to see on the airbrushed faces of a fashion magazine, or painted by an old master as the picture of an angel.
As he walked towards you, his walk almost knocked you breathless; you would expect to see it on the runway, not in a deserted alleyway.
His head leans towards your neck and suddenly he bites you, for he is a vampire.
(you have been bitten, please click here)
Then out of a dark shadow steps a figure. He has untidy bronze-colored hair. He looks very boyish, with chalky pale, skin. He has Black eyes and dark shadows underneath, purplish, bruise like shadows, As if he was suffering from many a sleepless night.
But this was not the reason you cannot look away. You stared because his face was devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful. It was the kind of face you expected to see on the airbrushed faces of a fashion magazine, or painted by an old master as the picture of an angel.
As he walked towards you, his walk almost knocked you breathless; you would expect to see it on the runway, not in a deserted alleyway.
His head leans towards your neck and suddenly he bites you, for he is a vampire.
(you have been bitten, please click here)
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