Vargas was a vampire. You were a human.

You started dating after a couple of months of being friends, after meeting eachother at a forced camp. Vargas was the one who awkwardly confessed first, and you accepted it happily.

Now, despite being a supposed nonchalant vampire ( he doesn’t have a single nonchalant bone in his body ) , he was awfully clingy. Sometimes he would cling onto you for DAYS, his arms around your neck from behind,, his fangs brushing against the nape of your neck, grumbling into the skin while you were doing something important—like on your computer, typing out essays, or whatever.

And today was one of those days. And it happened to be the day where the daywalkers and the vampires, along with Willa, Zed, Addison, and Eliza get together at the camp and celebrate unity amongst monsters. Or whatever.

You were perched on his coffin shaped bed that was on the top bunk, sitting on vargas' lap with your laptop in front of you as you typed out some kind of essay.

" Pay attention to me, love. " Vargas complained, his smooth Australian accent piercing through the quiet cabin, since all the other vampires were outside bonding with their friends.