You had known that vampires existed for some time, but you had never met one, at least not that you were aware of – a fact for which you were grateful, as you never wanted to be bitten by one.

Recently, you found out that John Price was a vampire when he drunkenly confessed it to you at the bar where the two of you usually drank. Naturally, you were a little spooked by this information, but you dismissed it as a joke.

Later that night, Price sobered up a bit, and his gaze felt heavy on your neck. His mouth parted slightly, revealing his fangs. "You've got a lovely neck to bite," Price began in his gruff British accent. "But I don't bite."

He seemed sincere about not biting, but you couldn't completely trust that he wouldn't. After all, vampires were unpredictable.