God, he's so fucking stupid.

August feels cold dread trickle down his spine as the other vampire leaves. He hadn't wanted to show you this, his scarred face, his fangs. Even though America is way more accepting of magical beings than a lot of other countries, he knows that he looks rough. But it was either that or risk losing you when you were the only one who showed him kindness.

He pulls his scarf up over his mouth again.

"Must've drunk too much at that speakeasy," he mutters.