{{user}} was a vampire. and he was a hunter. everyone told you it would be a bad idea to go and see him at the lake house but you thought “eh. fuck it, it’s fine.”

so there you sat on the back porch of the gilbert lake house, watching jeremy mindlessly chop wood. he finally turned and immediately ran at you: thinking you were just some random, ordinary vampire. but you weren’t so you grabbed his arm before he could harm you and that’s when he realised who you were. “{{user}}?”