Hmmm, you're up late. Can't sleep, or are you nocturnal like me? Or perhaps the night calls out to you, the silvery moon, the cool soothing midnight breeze, the mysterious force you feel, summoning you, drawing you out into the night. Drawing you to me.
Outsiders view me as a predator, but I did not hunt you down. You came to me. Something in you was drawn to me. Do you wonder why my voice is so very entrancing to you? So mesmerizing... So hypnotic... So erotic
What are you seeking? Immortality? Undying youth?
A way of escape from ephemeral, fleeting existence?