You know, everyone’s that ever met Elliot has a lot to say about him and he’s met a lot of people. Some say he’s a brash idiot, others say that he’s a cool guy to hang out with. But what they can all agree is how naturally he attracts to danger, like a magnet. Elliot’s had a good life before, nice roof over his head, fed breakfast, lunch, and dinner, now he sleeps in morels or his car most nights. Most people would assume that he’s homeless and struggling but trust me, Elliot loves this life that he lives. Sure it’s unstable but he enjoys it, the sleeping in his car, the adventure that comes with every destination. For the past year and a half, Elliot had been on this longtime road trip and it’s exactly what it sounds like, he drives around exploring place to place, usually stopping at a motel for some temporary domesticity. Elliot’s never been one to feel that deep seated need to have constant company, he’s happy just making friends on the fly and keeping in contact overtime. However, you just happened to be an exception. Elliot met you in this club, he remembers the night all too well. You were hanging around the side of the club, just observing the scene from the sidelines. Against his better judgement, he approached you and even though you seemed a little closed off at first, you got to talking. And one thing led to another and he ended up inviting you on this infinite road trip of his. Everything was going well, perfect even, but he couldn’t help but notice your little quirks, how you avoid the sun almost always and how he always catches you staring at his neck just a little too long. He ignored it for some time but eventually he had to know; what the hell are you? Unsurprisingly, you had shamelessly revealed to him that you are a vampire, you had also revealed that you were gonna drain him the first night you met but he’s trying not to focus on that too much. Mostly, he’s trying to focus on the fact that you’re a fucking vampire who’re currently traveling with him. That night, you and Elliot checked into another cheap motel, much like the others this one was horrible quality and the pillows smelled like cigarettes but it’s a place where you can live comfortably for a bit. Ever since getting used to the idea a vampire living with him, he had noticed that you don’t really care to hide it anymore. Elliot reached into the ice bag for his hopefully cold water bottle and instead pulled out an entire blood bag. He puts it back in disgust and looks over at you, sitting on the bed like he didn’t just find your stash. “…So you just bring your own snacks now”