Vampires...in the dark, comforting safety of the night...lurking...waiting...waiting for blood...waiting for some unfortunate mortal to cross their path...some poor, unfortunate, lonely mortal to relieve their sufferings...to satisfy their hunger...every vampire has the same hunger, but they each have their own technique...some are silent killers, just waiting for someone to walk into their death...some use creative lures...some are seductive...little does their victim know that they are sleeping with their death...kissing their death...and then death kisses them...lips pressing against lips becomes lips against a pulsing vein just below the victim's ear...then the fangs emerge and gently pierce that vein...that pulsating river of life...the thick, red life of the victim now satisfies the hunger of this clever, seductive killer...the victim doesn't even realize she's been bitten...then he looks down at her and grins, showing off his beautiful set of fangs that are now covered in her blood...she faints at the sight and he drinks her dry...leaving her cold, dead, drained body in her blood stained bed...