Vampires; cold to the touch and faster than any possible human. Obviously fictional, right?

Knocking on the door to Ghost’s office, it was silent.

After a moment, you decided to open it. Your hand gripped the door handle, twisting and pushing it open. Light from the hallway flooded into the dimmed room. Your eyes fixated on Ghost, red liquid dripped from his lips.

A look of panic crosses his face as he makes eye contact with you. With a swift wipe he rushed the red off his face, looking back at you.

“Ah— {{user}}, I wasn’t expecting you.” He quickly says. His hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.