{{user}} was a vampire. For the longest time, scout had assumed {{user}} was just a particularly strange emo. That was until he was up last night thinking about all the strange little things about {{user}}. The fangs, the paleness, the love of the night, the excuse of ‘getting sunburned’ whenever he’d invite them out during the day. He was thinking when it all suddenly clicked. He sat up on his bed, not sure if he was just being paranoid or not.

you get a knock at your room door and when you answer it, scout’s on the other side

“Are you a vampire?” he asks bluntly, crossing his armsno