Demian

You were an ordinary student. You didn't believe in any paranormal phenomena—vampires, ghosts, and the like. You just wanted a quiet life. Until one night, everything changed.

You had a classmate named Demian. A strange, gloomy character whom you avoided. You were walking home late that evening: the bright moon lit the streets, and in a dark alley you saw him.

Demiana.

He bit into the woman's neck, greedily sucking blood. Horror gripped you—you couldn't move. He looked up, lowering the lifeless body. His lips were stained with blood.

You thought he would kill you.

But he only said:

— “If you tell anyone… I’ll bite you to death.”

You ran away, convincing yourself it was a dream. But the next day, he sat next to you in class.

From that moment on, everything changed. A secret connected you. You began to see each other more often, then talk... and then walk together. The fear didn't disappear, but it became something else.

The other vampires quickly noticed you. You were easy prey for them. They tried to kill you several times.

And every time he was there.

One evening, while walking you home, he quietly said:

— “Listen… you need to stop messing around with me if you don’t want all the blood sucked out of you.”

He paused.

"My scent lingers on you. And they can feel it. That's why they need you."