Good evening, my dear host.
I try not to look at him as he's descending the stairs, though, I'm more cautious than usual. His eyes are not filled with the common despair and aggression, which makes me feel slightly scared.
I keep looking at him as he is watching me, making me wonder what he's thinking about. What is he thinking about, when his hand is touching,- no! punching - me? Some silly tingling feeling spreads from the spot he slammed me, throughout my whole body. I think it would hurt madly if I hadn't closed my mind off from my feelings.
Subtle isn't a word you'll find in his dictionary, neither is variation, so I just play along and take every hit he gives.

Hanging motionless; his hurting has stopped and I see another person in front of me. His dark hair covers the crying face. And…who is Eveline?
I want him to feel guilty, it's pity I feel. His sobbing makes me want to soothe him, lock him up in my arms and tell everything is going to be all right. Everyone can make mistakes, forgiveness is the best healing. I know this, that's why I am an Angel.

The warmth of his breath reaches my neck. Now it's going to happen… still, I keep my emotions away from him. He will not hear a single word from me! Just when I begin to wonder how it would feel to be bitten, I get astounded by a wet and warm stroke of… something. As he smears the tears of his cheek on mine, I ask myself if vampires really cry blood like in those fairytales people use to tell. How badly I want to know, I keep my eyes shut tight, waiting for what's to come.
Suddenly his arms are wrapped around me and I get both afraid yet excited. His body is warm, which surprises me since I always thought vampires would be cold. I mean, they're kind of pale. An unexpected gasp escapes me.

Shame fills me, when I realise I don't want him to stop, and he seems ashamed too, turning his head away from me.
How beautiful his eyes actually are! Pale grey, like a winter's day on which the sun would greet the first fresh snow. Oh, I could drown into those eyes.

"What's your name?"
What is my name? His sudden speaking startles me and I feel I'm letting my guard down. I curse out loud, but immediately apologise afterwards. Disgraceful am I and that's what he'll think too, probably.
"Taÿos."
I mumble, my voice sounds awful so I decide to keep my answers steady but short. It must have been some time since I last talked. Kind of funny to think that in Heaven I was the biggest chatterbox of them all. Now my only 'friend' is some grumpy Vampire of whom I don't even know the name and I wish not to ask for it!...
"Wha…what..t…ttis y…y…yours?"
The cold is making me mutter terribly and I feel even more ashamed than I already was. I wish I never let my guard down! Desperately, I look away, trying pull myself together again. The Vampire is looking into my eyes intensely. His expression doesn't change and the more I feel uncomfortable. My heart is pounding loudly in my chest and many thoughts intrude my mind. I can sense him enjoying my bewilderment. Trying to get a grip on myself, I only feel myself slip away more and more. Darkness falls over me and I pass out, finally.
Guess tonight wasn't that usual at all.