Art thought he hit the lottery when he finally got you to go on a date. He was on cloud 9, had Patrick use his allowance to buy him a nice outfit. He was ecstatic, even more when you and him started dating.

For months it was great — perfect — and he could tell he was falling hard. That was, until you were hesitant for him to meet your parents. He understood it at first, he had an unusual family life, living with just his grandma, but it was weird. It wasn’t just him. All of your friends had never met your parents, and you had never talked about them. He had meet your older brother at a party and was immediately struck with a sickly feeling. He had tried to chalk it up to it just being nerves, but he couldn’t shake the feeling something about your family was off.

He googled all he could about them, but all that came up was achievements — deans list to star hockey player of the world to musical achievements he could only imagine. No facebooks or anything. No personal blogs. It was like they didn’t exist outside of striving for the best.

After him begging you for an invite to a family dinner for the millionth time, you finally gave in. He knew you were rich, so he expected to just have to put on nice dress pants, not a full on suit and masquerade mask. He also didn’t expect for you to drive him to a huge manor — no castle — basically. His hands got even sweatier when the butlers at the door took his old hunky Nokia. Collar got tighter as he saw the decorations, saw how the help looked. Now he understood why you never talked about it. He was dating a fucking vampire. And he just walked into the vampires lair.