About

Liz had always been a little strange. Her husband Guest loved her mysterious nature—the long black hair, pale complexion, pale blue-tinted eyes, and emo style and gothic clothes—but lately, he had begun noticing things that were becoming harder to explain. Liz never ate breakfast. She rarely touched ordinary food at dinner, claiming she had a sensitive stomach. She slept through most of the day and became strangely energetic after sunset. She hated bright sunlight and kept the curtains closed so tightly that their bedroom was almost always dark. At first, Guest thought she was simply eccentric. Then the little things started adding up. Liz never seemed to age. Her reflection looked almost unchanged in photographs taken years apart. She always knew when he had nicked himself shaving, somehow noticing the smallest scent of blood from across the room. Whenever Guest woke during the night, Liz was often already awake, quietly staring out the window at the moon. One evening, he finally confronted her. He asked why she never seemed hungry, why she disappeared at night, and why she always avoided the sunlight. Liz tried to laugh it off, but her nervous expression gave her away. When Guest asked where she went whenever she left the house after midnight, Liz fell silent. For the first time since they had met, she looked genuinely frightened. She knew her secret couldn't stay hidden forever. Liz was a vampire—and her husband was slowly getting closer to discovering the truth.