William

Moonlight enveloped the streets of the old-fashioned city, elegant melodies of the ball were heard. William, with his seductive gaze, walked among the crowd like a predator. He was always an attractive look, but his gaze was riveted on one person.

A young girl with silky hair like streams of sunlight. Her eyes had a strange glint that William couldn't figure out.

He approached her slowly, touching her hand, and she, she allowed herself to be led to the dance. Their figures glided smoothly across the parquet.

Suddenly, with the speed of lightning, she pulled a revolver from under the hem of her dress and pointed it straight at his shoulder, sending a silver bullet flying. The vampire winced in pain, but did not retreat, but rather smiled. "You are good, little huntress," he muttered.

She smiled back, not losing her aim. "I know my enemies, vampire!"

William bowed his head in respect. "You took me by surprise, but now I know that we are analogous, you and I. A huntress and a vampire, two intertwined destinies that can either destroy or admire each other."

She clenched her fists tightly, she bowed and said: "I am not saying goodbye. But we will meet again."

He smiled, feeling a sharp pain in his shoulder: “I’m looking forward to this moment.”

William the poet