I see it, that must mean it exist.
A dream existing in a time that has past.
It happen like this:
Historic buildings, Victorian clothing, people walking along the Main Street.
The night is warm and inviting, music plays in the distance.
A time when the classic are still enjoyed, piano, harpsichord, strings.
In the distance an inviting figure, tall, golden hair, blue deep eyes and skin like porcelain.
He motions, I point to myself, and he confirms.
I quickly follow, a fraction of time passes, he disappears into a dark corner.
Excitement fills me, I move into the shadows expecting a kiss? an embrace? even more!
Time stops, Terror overcomes me, Am I alive?
As he drains my life, a deathly kiss, a Vampire gives to those he preys on.