Most creatures were asleep then. But if you stood at the house on the corner of the street and looked at and through the window leading to the living room, you’d see two creatures awake. One was a little girl, maybe five or six years old, sprawled down on the couch, covering her eyes every few moments at the television barely making noise. Her name was Christie and she was supposed to be asleep but she’d secretly crept into the livingroom to watch horror movies.

She didn’t want to wake her parents up because that would cut the movie off short. So she kept it on low volume, even though she knew almost nothing woke her parents up. They slept as if dead.

Christie loved vampires. Not the handsome ones. They weren’t horrifying. The bat looking ones were the good stuff. Sometimes, she’d even root for them to catch the victim. When that happened, her hands shot up to cover her eyes. Then, slowly they crept down and when they saw blood they shot back up again.

Suddenly, three silent knocks hit the door.

She scuttled out of the couch and towards a window from which she could see who was knocking on the door. It was a large dark shape that looked slightly angry. A part of her didn’t want to open the door, but then again, what if he was horrifying?

Slowly, the door creaked open, and the large almost three meter tall man, found himself staring down at Christie who was barely a meter tall. His face was disheveled, the left side of his jaw exactly below his right eye, and his hair was white like the moon.

“Hello?” Christie said.

“Hello little girl. Mind if I step in?”

“I don’t know if mom would like it.”

“That’s no issue. Your mom and I have been friends for a very long time. Mind letting me in so I could talk to her.”

“No, you’ll have to talk to mom.”

“Listen brat! You invite me into your house right now or I’ll hurt you.”

What a lame insult, the man and Christie thought. A century ago my heart wasn’t this soft. I’d threaten to skin her but today I can’t.

“You really want in… Wait. You’re a vampire!”

“Bah!” The man said, “I’ve completely lost it haven’t I?” He turned around and began to walk away, snickering silently to himself.

“Hey!” Christie hollered. “Where are you going?”

He stopped and slowly turned back. Christie swore she saw tears in his eyes. “You saw through my charade. There’s no point in staying now.”

“No, I love vampires. Want to watch a movie with me? It’s really scary.”

The vampire thought about it. Could his ego accept watching a horror movie with a human? He was Dracula, horror itself, but maybe it was time to let his identity grow a soft spot. It could be good for his mental health.

“Perhaps,” he said, “I could enjoy a movie.”