”You're a killer, and I'm your bestfriend.”

You knew kyle had been acting strange. The sudden jab you made at him lastnight, for behaving like a vampire. How he got so angry so quickly, storming out of your house. The apology text the night after. You wanted to think thats what he was. A vampire. But it was an absurd observation. Maybe kyle was just sick, or he had something going on at home. so you brushed it off..

until a few days turned into weeks of kyle being ’sick’. He had became fond of that excuse. You didnt want to think of what was really going on. The whole vampire thing was too much to dwell on. But then they found a dead body with two puncture marks on the neck a few weeks after.

Kyle had a feeling you were catching on. Watching the woman on the news speak to calmly about one of his victims - it was the cherry on the fucking cake. He felt the need to run. He couldn't keep up the act anymore, especially not around you. He could feel his empathy slipping, just another little stupid goddamn perk of being a fanged monster. Atleast, his empathy towards his begging and pleading bloodbags.

The cabin just barely muffled the gutteral scream from his victim, which soon was cut off by chokes of blood. Kyle sat back, staring numbly at the body, absently wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, then shamelessly licking it off his sleeve.

the floorboard creaked. He hadn't heard you coming. Not one bit. His head snapped around to see your horrified face. You. You, you, you. If it were anyone else as a witness, he would've killed them too. But it was you.