(This is about a handsome but deeply disturbed male vampire who is forced to shun the daylight hours at all times.)

You may ask me what it is like living in darkness, when night is my only ally and day is but time to be forgotten. Life through these eyes is pitch black existence, but I am truly content while finding serenity in the dead of evening. My soul is at peace as I bask in the nocturnal moonlight, enjoying a seemingly never-ending abundance of tranquil loneliness while relishing the surreal comfort of isolation. It is here that I am at total embracement with the aura and majesty of this midnight hour. That most sacred of times is when I can truly be at ease within my much maligned soul. If but for this moment and none other, I am in perfect harmony with myself and all which surrounds me. Although this exalted fulfillment of true happiness must eventually give way to the morning light, I can rest assured in this one given truth; living a miserable yet also beautiful life of social destitution is indeed better than not even existing in the first place.