It had been two weeks since my encounter with the beautiful brunette, two weeks of absolute torture. I couldn’t get her out of my head. I spent hours going over every detail of the night trying to figure out if it had all been just a dream or if it had actually happened.

I remembered everything about her so clearly – her dark lustrous eyes, her soft pink lips, her long, slender fingers, her full, taut breasts. The way she smells, the way she tastes, the way she talks, the way she moves. I found myself obsessing over this woman, this vampire and I didn’t even know if she was real.

Every night I would go to the club where I had first seen her and every night I would go home with tears in my eyes.  The need to see her grew every day and soon I would spend the whole day planning what to wear and what I would say to her when I saw her again.

I was doing horrible at work, I just couldn’t focus. As my boss took me in to her office and asked me if something was wrong I lied and said I had some family problems. A pretty bad lie considering I don’t have a family but she bought it, gave me pat on the shoulder and told me to take the rest of the day off.

As the days passed by my hope of ever seeing her again was flailing.

Tonight was no different, I came home from work, had a quick bite to eat, changed into the outfit I had spent my day planning and then drove to the club.

I would stay at the bar and study every woman in the club carefully. Women would flirt with me but I dismissed them right away.

Once again I drove home alone as tears stung the corners of my eyes. I didn’t know why I got so emotional, I just wanted to see her again. I needed to see her again.

I walked up to my door and as I put the key into the lock I felt a presence behind me making the hairs on the back of my neck stand out.