At 17, I lost my friend Ginger. At 18, I saw the mysterious man for the first time in an alleyway. To my surprise, he spared me. "He had everything. From head to toe, he was perfect." The mysterious man, Alexander Blythe, is calm and cool. He tries his best to keep distance from me, but can only do so for so long. It was only a matter of time before I discovered the truth: Alexander was a vampire, and Ginger wasn't who I thought she was. This is a rewrite of a previous version I wrote a while back. I thought it would be a good idea to bring it back from the dead, especially because that's what my 12-year-old self would've wanted.