It happened in the middle of Sunday night when he accidentally woke you up...an ancient-old-vampire from their long-long nap...and somehow he feels that he can't leave you, so he brings you home, to his apartment.

And when Monday morning starts, he has to explain to you that microwaves are not the torture device of the new century. And you can't just stare at people's throats like it's the most fascinating thing in the world.