Vampires aren't real. They couldn't be. But then again, neither is God and yet people still believe he is as real as the trees themselves. - Remi Selvino
The Winter of 1998, deep in the Carpathian Mountains of Romania...
...A single van made its way up the road towards the small town. The driver, Roland, stopped the vehicle to read the Welcome Sign...
... To the hometown of the "Vampire" Legend...
Roland smiled and drove deeper into the abandoned town. His teenage daughter, Remi, sat beside him on the passenger seat. "It looks as though the people have left." She said, looking out the window and noticing the lack of people in the old town. "What the hell happened here, dad?"
Roland grabbed the newspaper from the glove compartment and handed it to his daughter. Remi scanned through the article, reading bits and pieces, here and there, and connecting the dots. "So the people abandoned their homes because of animal attacks? Sounds a bit far-fetched, don't you think, dad?" Her father shook his head. "If you read carefully, you'll find that no one has seen the actual animal. All they found were the victims. Mutilated bodies dried of blood. Who knows, maybe there really is a vampire here. Either way, I'm a reporter, Rem, and I believe there's a much bigger story hidden somewhere in this town. Waiting for me to tell it to the world."
"Because a gypsy lady told us two days ago in a carnival?" Remi said.
"No!" Roland said, rolling his eyes. "...Maybe."
Like her father, Remi had a passion for journalism. But unlike him, she was more of a realist when it came to writing. "Reporters chase stories dad, not ghosts." It wasn't the first time she had told him that.
"There's something here, Rem." He said to her, bringing the van around and parking by the old Gas Station. He looked out the window and stared up at the night sky. The stars did look beautiful that night. "I can feel it."
"And did we really had to wait till night to drive all the way up here?" Remi complained. "Couldn't we have waited till tomorrow?"
"Vampires come out at night."
"If you believe in such things." Remi said. "Which I don't."
"Just grab the flashlight and the camera, will you."
"Fine." She did so. "I just hope I didn't waste my winter vacation and hanging with my friends to chase ghost stories."
Her father grabbed her by the shoulder and gently turned her around. "You didn't." He kissed her on the forehead. "There's something eerie in the town, I know it. Believe me."
"Okay... I do." After her mother died, Remi had started to appreciate more the things her father did for her, however small. It was the real reason why she had decided to accompany him on this trip. "Let's go check if the gypsy lady was right about this vampire."
Roland smiled, the excitement in his eyes was as clear as day. "Let's go!"