He needs a crowd and gets one, the dancefloor full of the young and tasty. He’ll feed well, but later. He’s seen something better.

He cuts through the crowd, drawn to her blonde hair and the way it whips as she dances. She spins and he catches her. Meets her eyes, but they’re dead and empty. Perfect.

She smiles. “Hi, I’m Harmony!”

She doesn’t resist when he kisses her.

He can’t remember which he’s forgetting; the light or the dark. This girl’s a fantasy, but for one night she’s his.