A grotesque half-man, half-beast, is crouched next the window, his limbs long and thin, his skin black as liquorice and as dry as parchment. Spans of skin stretch along the length of his arms, joining at his back. His face holds a fresh fear, sharp pointed features, bat-like ears, a grim mouth stretching across most his face in the strange imitation of a smile, blood dripping from his lips and leaving drying runnels across his chin and chest. His eyes are piercing, a burning red like the harsh pits of hell.

“Yesss,” he hisses softly, “soon you shall be mine. My dear Catalina,” he lets out one last echoing laugh and then disappears. Catalina lets out a strangled yell, her usually gentle blue eyes are full of sadness and anger, tears well and fall continuously as she sobs. Nothing makes sense anymore. It should be impossible for that vampir to be out in the day time. The sunlight hurt him, did it not? Perhaps the villagers had underestimated this creature.