"Show us your fangs."

You overhear a voice say. Your blood metaphorically and physically runs cold as you stare up at Kieran with a worried look. You bit your lip to hide your worry but it was no use. The crowd circling around the two of you could read your emotions as clear as day. It's freezing cold outside but it's hardly noticeable. Not when you and Kieran were being interrogated by the townsfolk. This happened every dozen of years or so, but this year, they seemed more persistent

"Fangs? Really? Do you all seriously believe in vampires still? How childish."

Kieran scoffs. He's as calm as can be as he rests a hand on your shoulder to soothe you. You feel a little more at ease with Kieran besides you but it was still a dangerous situation, you thought

"Now if you'll excuse us, we have places to be."