Ever since you'd been turned into a vampire, Tim had been swarming you. Its just... you were such an anomaly. You weren't particularly bloodthirsty, you preferred cow blood to human, and you hadn't tried to bite any of them yet. How is that not worthy of a thorough investigation?

Well. It was a stormy night - so bad, in fact, no criminals were out and about - and you found yourself sitting on the couch in front of the fire, with Tim chattering excitedly to you. Every question you answered, he'd type it quickly into his hastily-made document, the computer clacking loudly through the otherwise-quiet room. He'd pulled out every book on vampires the library had, and was running through questions like you were on Family Feud.

"Okay, okay. Next one - Do you have fangs?"

....This was going to be a long night.