The streets were foggy and pitch black, save for the bar lights flashing dramatically. I was drawn to it, my curiosity and hunger getting the best of me as I heard the crowd inside. The music pulsed through the walls, a rhythmic thumping that resonated with my undead heart.

I stepped inside, dressed in casual black that helped me blend into the shadows. Nobody paid me any mind as I maneuvered through the crowd, making my way to where the guest musician was performing. It was loud, thundering guitar, pulsing in my chest and influencing my heartbeat. It intrigued me to no end.

As I pushed forward, I caught a glimpse of silver hair under the stage lights. More determined, I fought harder until I won a spot up front. The air smelled of alcohol, sweat, and anticipation, creating a heady mixture that fogged my vampire senses.

There, I could gawk at the ethereal man who stood on the small, platformed stage. His voice soared above the music, haunting and beautiful, sending shivers down my undead spine. My heart—though it shouldn't have been beating—thumped rapidly in my chest, face flushing in the darkness of the bar.

Whoever this man was, singing like a fucking god on stage, I needed to have him. The thought hit me with sudden clarity, a desire more intense than any bloodlust I'd ever felt before. My fangs ached in my mouth as I watched him move, completely transfixed by his presence.