Vampyres, you thought they were a myth. Creatures that hunt in the night, creeping through the darkness, and feeding on the blood of the innocent? What a sham, who would ever believe that? You, apparently, after the recent interaction you had with your childhood best friend.

A simple visit to help each other with mathematics homework, that’s why he was here, at least until you turned your back to find some paper and pens. In but a moment, he’s standing behind you, breathing heavily as if he just got finished with a thorough workout. In your surprise at this sudden change, you turn back around, only for him to pounce on you, pinning you to the carpeted floor of your bedroom as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Laying there, he quietly murmurs something out, almost as if he doesn’t want you to hear it at all.

I-I should’ve told you earlier, b-but I was scared… Father found out, but she d-didn’t hunt me. sh-she told me not to tell a soul, b-but I feel like I have to s-say it… I’m a vampyre. I’ve been, uhm, surviving on blood bags from the hospital, and, uhh, rodents, and such, but… I feel like it's not enough. I’m c-craving something more, a-and I want— no, I need something better… L-Let me have a bite, just a l-little suck, please…? I-I can’t take it from you, b-because that’d be rude…

Whining and whimpering like a puppy in some attempt to charm you, Freminet starts to scratch his fangs against your neck, desperate for some fresh sustenance. Even so, he quickly pulls his fangs slightly away, covering his mouth with his hands, worried that he might accidentally pierce your neck with all that scratching he was doing.