First story...

  It was a clear night in the summer of 1842, a young woman clothed in a delicate ivory night dress slept soundly inside a grand four poster bed, the curtains surrounding her were of a pale patterned red. Only the best was good enough for the mayor's daughter, she insisted on the best bed and bedding to allow her to get the sleep she needed. Her dark locks of hair delicately framed her face, once she has turned in her sleep, no doubt dreaming of tomorrow and her quest to entice the young man Mr Harrington.
  The window on the far side of the room, made a small whine as it creaked open and a flow of dark mist began to seep through the crack. As the mist moved past the white curtains, moon light shone across the large room. The peculiar mist gleamed in the moon light and travelled across to the large curtained bed. It began to take form beside the young woman, suddenly there before her was a young man, dressed in what could only be described as victorian attire. He wore a frock coat which was unbuttoned to reveal a dark green vest beneath, his cravat had been discarded long ago. His trousers were a very dark grey with pinstripes running down them but his shoes were a thing of disgrace. They looked very worn, as if he had worn these for too many years already. The young woman would never know the fate that would befall her.
  She continued to sleep silently as the figure crept towards her. Almost on her, he caressed her neck with his slender fingers and his head bent down to her. In the darkness, a flicker of gold shone from his vest pocket, a golden chain hung over the young woman. As he moved closer to her neck, two long teeth protruded from his mouth. He couldn't wait any longer, he sunk his teeth into her neck and finally felt calm. Her sweet blood was like a shot of adrenaline, it coursed through his veins as she still slept. After being completely filled and content he moved away from her but did not regret what he did, he may of taken her life but it was necessary and he loved it. He did enjoy the hunt a lot more, the teasing and the running, the fear most of all. Tonight however he was desperate, he needed the blood, this was time for sport. He smiled to himself, wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and vanished like a fog. He left her there with only a lick of life left, and her last lifeline trickling down her slender neck.