“I am a vampire, Charlotte.” I thought I headed for the door, but I found my self frozen to the ground like shackles were wrapped around my legs, and they were keeping me here. My mouth hung open with surprise, and I stared back at him, confused and baffled.
“You’re joking,” I scoffed, not wanting to believe that he was actually a vampire — none of that crap ever existed. Vampires and demons, they didn’t exist. They were myths. He was clearly a cannibal or maybe someone who drank blood for their own pleasure, but I saw nothing further.
“Why would I be joking?” His lips lined straight.
I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came of it. Panic struck me as I came into terms with his confession — he was a vampire.
“Oh god,” I breathed heavily as the tears in my eye
