The first time I laid eyes on Vincent was the last time I stood in sunlight. It was a warm, summer day. We were both in the woods. I was sitting in a patch of sun that flickered upon the ground as the trees above swayed. He stood beneath a large oak tree, shrouded by its shade. I nearly screamed when I noticed his presence. Slowly, he raised his finger to his lips, signalling me to be quiet. His icy blue eyes stared deep into mine, and I obeyed. I wanted to speak, but couldn’t find the words.
“Come here,” he smiled.
Like a naive child, I got up and went towards him. His smile grew wider as he held my gaze. I could not look away from those eyes, nor could I stop my feet. He stretched out a long, bony finger, motioning me closer. His tantalizing beauty had clouded my mind.
I reached the tree and he grabbed my hand in his. Warmth flowed through me at his touch. Like a dazed fool, I smiled.
So entranced, I hardly even felt the bite until I saw blood seeping down my dress.