Stan was a vampire fanatic, while his brother was busy being a nerd about his school work, Stan was being a nerd over vampires. He would read comics and watch movies about vampires 24/7. His brother said it was stupid, that vampires weren’t real. Stan wanted nothing more that to prove him wrong. He was on his nightly jog, when he heard a shrill scream from an ally nearby. He immediately ran towards the sound, thinking someone could be in danger. He turns the corner to see a man dead on the floor, his neck bleeding profusely. He was about to rush towards the man to help, before he saw her. A small woman, or girl, rather, about his age, standing over the man’s limp body. She was thin, pale, and had long wavy hair. But what really caught his attention was her almost glowing eyes, which haven’t noticed him yet, as well as the dark red liquid dripping from her plush pink lips. Holy shit. An actual vampire. She looked nothing like how he had thought one would, but she was beautiful. The girl turned to him, finally noticing him. Stan blushed, seemingly forgetting the probably dead man in front of him. The girls gaze was cold, she was seemingly waiting for him to speak. He looked at her fangs, god how he wanted her to bite him.