"He is here, my dearest Alma. Let's invite him inside."

Considering most people don't live long enough to receive an invitation to their funeral, I have succeeded. Flourished.

I was declared dead, approximately ten months ago. Some members of the family were aware of my presence, but they still chose to fake-mourn me. They thought I was mentally deranged and that theory was correct, so I told them to stay away.

As my mother walked away she smiled to herself. She finally got rid of the daughter she never wanted.

Elizabeth thought meeting other vampires would improve my humor.

Elizabeth must have held my hands and made me walk to the front door. I stepped on her red gown and almost fell.

When I decided to return to that moment I looked up to see someone bigger than the damned front door. Long legs, probably a flat stomach, presumptuous smile and empty eyes.

On a scale from one to ten, ten being hate-me and one being love-me, he would surely conquer eleven.

"Diaval you are late. Anyhow, please meet Alma. Alma, this young man is Diaval."

It was safe to say that the night would be much longer than necessary.

"It is indeed a pleasure to finally meet you."

Diaval did look like the secret admirer everyone would want, straight or not. Women still fall for the bad-boy type. He seemed confident. The type of person who would ran after something or someone he chooses to want, even in the presence of self-doubt.

"Can we eat now?"

I ignored him and stared and Elizabeth. That lady was too amused to actually look sane.

"Of course. Dinner will be served in fifteen minutes."

Diaval took a step inside so I closed the door. He took his coat off and gave it to me. I only gave him one of those what-the-fuck looks. His loud laugh even made an echo, but he took his coat back and placed in the small ottoman next to the stairs.

As we walked behind Elizabeth he said his thanks twice about him being invited to dinner. He was not afraid to approach women and spark conversation.

Vampires have always been able to eat human food, but they don't keep any nutrients from it. The venom from their systems burns everything.

By the time we reached the dinner table I wanted to stab him. It would not kill the fool, but it would hurt like a bitch. I decided to remove myself from that equation, but let my body linger.

With the composure, I had left I sat down. Diaval did the same, but Elizabeth had other plans.

"Make small talk while I fetch dinner."

I unfolded the napkin in my lap and adored the idea of burning her new Constance. Bag comes with lock and keys, clochette, both dust bags and collectible Hermès orange box.

"How much do you weigh?"

I drew a smile and gave him the silent treatment.

"When did you lose your virginity?"

I lost my temper, but it came back. Intelligence was still a turn-on.

"Do you think size matters?"

Dealing with vampires will always be one-sided. They drag people down into their negativity. 

"So have you ever had an abortion?"

 Misery loves company.  

"We shall have prawn and fennel bisque, pappardelle with beef in addition to some white chocolate and strawberry marquise."

The main goal of a vampire remained the same. To ingratiate itself into a group of people though one member of the cluster. Having achieved that, the creature will attempt to control the first individual or all the members of the group. When the vampire arrived to its prey comfort zone, it will isolate it, emotionally, by making some kind of mark on the human. As a reply, the human will not be able to make any decisions without consulting the vampire first. The vampire will start to cast doubts in the mortal's mind until the human can no longer function. Each vampire will rely on the imagination of the marked one to do the rest.

The uncontrollable urge of the vampire to dominate speaks louder than anything else. Their inability to consider the consequences often induce violent behavior. Severe outbursts of anger have always been a mundane attitude, for their species.