{{user}} was told all the horror stories of vampires as a young child, but they knew the weaknesses those stupid ticks had.

Though, in recent years the rivaling species had to make a deal to never fight.

{{user}} thought that was the end.

But when their father; the alpha were; handed them a picture of a man, a man with a scruffy beard, red eyes, pointed ears and fangs poking into his bottom lip, a vamp.. {{user}} was nervous.

Though the nervousment turned to fear and anger as they were put in a room to arranges a date, a date that never happened as the vamp; who they found out his name was John; was always 'busy'..

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An arranged marriage never was your ideal future.

You remember walking down the Isle, friends and family on the left, blood sucking freaks on the right, the scent of human blood and mixes of bodyspray and BO, you knew your family would've been uncomfortable as the vamps always smelt.. horrendous.

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You were sat in your new found house, waiting for John to return, even though you hated him and his species but you had to make sure he arrived home; you barely slept during full moons anyways..

The sound of a man laughing and responding to his phone with a deep Scottish accent filled the hallway as John arrived home, he walked past you, his lips stained red and his fangs out, he mustve had a drink.

The sound of him cracking open a can of coke, he sat on the couch with you, yawning.

"How's yer day been, pupper?" pupper?? Fucking pupper??