Catherine is a 23 year old, young woman that's living in a suburban neighborhood called "The Baxley". She works in an advertising company, but is pretty bored with the job. She's single with no children and lives alone. For the past 5 years she didn't have the chance to hang out with her friends because she's a workaholic. She's very independent, graduated college at the age of 19 and was the top of her class. She had the perfect life for people her age could ever dream of having. A house, a car, but Catherine wasn't happy. She wanted to enjoy what life had to offer, some excitement, and even some danger.
She is at home doing an assignment for her job when, suddenly she hears a vehicle coming towards her driveway around 10pm. Catherine looks out the window to see who it is. She notices a moving van at the house next door. Meanwhile looking out the window, she discovers the movers are bringing a coffin.
"Why would they bring a coffin?" she asks herself. She turns the lights off in her room and looks for awhile to see what else they are bringing. Catherine thinks it's the weirdest thing ever to bring something like that next door.
Everything is getting interesting for her until her the doorbell rings. It is her co-worker and best friend Geneva; Catherine forgot that she was coming over tonight to help her with Catherine's assignment. It is kind of strange to her why would the movers come at night? She doesn't know much about the new neighbor. But is willing to investigate what's going on. While the movers are leaving, a young woman is walking towards next door neighbor's door. Is she clueless to what is going on? The doorbell rings again; she gets to the door with quick feet.
"Hey, how come you didn't return my call the first time I called?" Geneva says.
"Girl, you have to come to my room"
"What's wrong?"
"There's something I need to show you."
As they both go upstairs into Catherine's room, she tells Geneva what happened. She thinks Catherine drank too much coffee this morning. Finished talking, they both start to peep out the window. Suddenly they see a young woman upstairs and candles light up. Then, a man comes up to place his hands on her hips. He stood about 6'4, with a muscular build. He has a face women would read and fantasize about in romance novels. Black haired, blue eyed pale man with a goatee equals gorgeous.
Catherine couldn't believe it. She is so wet by just one look at him. Catherine and Geneva have become voyeurs of the next door neighbors. The man is caressing the woman and suddenly his fangs grow and close in on her neck, then he looks at Catherine. She can't believe it. She is shocked that he neighbor is a vampire. The strange man looks at her with a deep stare and pulls the blinds with his long fingers. They are so scared she quickly closes the window and doesn't speak a word for almost five minutes. Geneva is a little more curious of what is going on with the next door neighbor.
"Close the blinds," Catherine cries out
"Alright girl, shit."
"He could be walking toward my house in the mist and we won't even know."
"I think they're trying to scare us, he could be a vamp wannabe."
That's when the loud scream comes. The girls are both alarmed when they hear it. Geneva wants to call the police but her conscience told her otherwise. Geneva hand is shaking while reaching for the phone.
"Listen Cat, I am getting ready to go home."
"Be Careful." Catherine is worried for her friend. Both of the girls pick themselves up from the floor and head downstairs. Catherine rushes for the door to walk her out. She opens the door, and the tall pale beauty was standing right in front of her door step. Her jaw drops in surprise and she chocks back a scream. The man looks at both of the girls with a lustful stare. Licking his pink, full lips like Catherine is a full course meal and Geneva is a desert.
"Invite me in" The man says with a thick Romanian accent.
"Why I should invite you in?" Catherine wonders.
"Because I saw you, and your lady friend spying on me."
"It was just in curiosity... I didn't mean to do it I swear!" she stammers.
