I am a vampire, tormented by hunger so that I cannot even rest in the daytime. I pace in my lair, tormented by thirst and lust. I try to rest but cannot--I sense a human outside, in the bright summer sun. I have procured a latex catsuit, hood, gloves, and thigh high boots that I am sure will enable me to creep out into the sunlight for brief periods to sate my insatiable appetite. I can think of nothing else, and I soon am determined to face the danger, even if it means my demise. I try to sup on the cold, old [redacted] I have reserved but it does nothing. I am overpowered by the arousal that [redacted] brings--I cannot bear it--I strip out of my usual clothing, black, of course, and sensual, layers of lace and satin with fishnet stockings, intended to suit my fancy and help me to seduce my victims. I cover myself in oil, becoming more and more aroused- my senses are acute and the sensations are amazing as I caress my slippery body. The oil helps protect my skin from the sun, and then slide on the slippery rubber suit. I cover my legs, hands, and finally don the mask, which is equipped with zippers over the eyes should the light become too much for me, I know my supernatural powers and my sense of smell will guide me. I stalk towards the door of my lair, slowly approaching the back door, seeing the light through the crack ...tentatively I open the door, drawn my ravenous hunger, snarling, baring my fangs, and then stunned by the beauty of the sun beating upon my heightened senses. I do not burn- I walk out into the grass and spin in the sun, marveling at a sight I have not seen in centuries. Soon I catch the scent of the human I detected, and I stalk him- influencing him with my glamour, making him keep still for me as I savor the hunt. I lick my fangs and then lean in for the [redacted], draining him and then returning to my lair, finally to rest in peace, satisfied.