He sits before me
Pen and paper in hand
His eyes shifting
From side to side

"Thank you.."
Was all he could say
"You were following me"
Voice barely above a whisper
Was my response.

"Shall we begin?"
I asked
As I reached for the lamp switch.
Before I could turn it on
The lights were on.
As I looked at the man
I realized his features were different.

His skin was fair and flawless
His eyes were piercing green
"Yes we can get started."
He picked up the pen and waited
I spoke of my life
Births
Loves
Trials
Joys
Sadness
Regrets
As he wrote it all
He smiled and nodded.

Placing the pen down
He stood quietly
Before I could move
He was behind me.
Leaning close to my ear
He said "Ask me anything"
I froze
Feeling his breath on my neck
"When were you born into darkness and Why did you choose me?"

His response
" I am 400 years old. And I want a soul like yours to be mine."

So my interview was my death
And my rebirth
Into darkness
With my Immortal Love.