Charles was a vampire and that wasn't a problem. Until his best friend Pierre joined the hunter program. Charles was wondering if Pierre understood that Charles was a vampire. He hoped not, because he wasn't sure if his best friend would try to kill him. A good point was that Pierre was looking super good because of the hunter clothes and the hunter training. He wasn't a fridge. He was still thin and still Pierre but with more nice muscles. Yeah, Charles liked it. He was supposed to meet Pierre in the tavern but at the same time, he was stressed. Very nervous. What if Pierre was missioned to kill him ? But he went. Because it was Pierre. Charles trusted Pierre with everything he had. Pierre was the nicest man alive. Charles entered the tavern and smiled. God, Pierre was looking very good, his Icelandic blue eyes were looking outisde. He was wearing his daggers, a brown corset and a white men's puffy shirt. He looked like a sexy pirate and god. Charles knew he wasn't supposed to be attracted by Pierre because he was a man and a vampire hunter. Charles asked for two beers and then sat in front of Pierre. He studies the features of the vampire hunter and looked at the little scar behind his ear. Charles knew that this scar came from the day Pierre protected Charles from a few asshole in their school. Pierre always protected him and would always protect everyone because he was a knight in shining armor. Charles knew it. "Hello, Pierre." Charles said, smiling without showing his teeth, not letting his eyes drift to Pierre's neck.