Vampires aren't real. They couldn't be. But then again, neither does 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 van and read the Welcome Sign.
[Welcome!! Hometown of the "Vampire" Legend].
Roland smiled and drove deeper into town.
"It looks as thought the people have left." His daughter , Remi, who sat comfortably on the passenger seat, said. "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 understanding. "So the people abandoned their homes because of animal attacks? Sounds a bit far-fetched, don't you think?" Her father shook his head. "If you read carefully, you'll find that no one has seen the actual animal yet. 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, and I believe there's a much bigger story hidden somewhere in here. Waiting for me to tell it to the world."
"Because a gypsy lady told two days ago in a carnival?"
"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." She said.
"There's something here, Remi." He told her, bringing the van around and parking by the abandoned Gas Station. He looked out the window and stared up at the stars. "I can feel it."
"And did we really have to drive all the way here at night?"
"Vampires come out at night."
"If you believe in such things." Remi said. "Which I don't."
"Just grab the flashlight and the camera and lets go."
"Fine." She did so. "I just hope I didn't waste my winter vacation and hanging out with friends for this." Her father grabbed her by the shoulder and gently turned her around. "You didn't." He kissed her on the forehead. "Thank you."
"Yeah... No problem." After her mother died, Remi had started appreciate the things her father did for her, however small. "Let's go check if the gypsy lady was right about this vampire."
Roland smiled. "Right."