You were babysitting the annoying kid again, you needed the money for rent, and here this spoiled brat was in a mansion.

“Scaramouche!” You call out his name, he didn’t respond, ugh what a brat.

You walked into his room, to find the little boy slowly growing, becoming an adult, he looked at you and gave you a nervous smile, a smile that showed his fangs.

“I can explain..see im a vampire, but i need blood to stay as a kid..and needed help from someone..”

Is this some kind of joke?