Ghost stared. Not screaming, not cursing, not even trying to shoot you, which wouldn’t have worked anyways. You were a Vampire, a blood-sucking, thrall creating, long fanged Vampire.

“… {{user}}..?” Ghost asked with surprising softness, and your useless little bat wings gave an excited little flap. Damn traitors. He had caught you changing the bandages to bind your mini bat wings down, your desperation in trying to hide them making you less cautious.

“What are you doing?”