Vampires; cold to the touch and faster than any possible human. Obviously fictional, right?

Knocking on your commanders office, it was silent.

After a moment, you decided to open it. Your hand gripped the door handle, twisting and pushing it open. Light from the hallway flooded into the dimmed room. Your eyes fixated on your commander, red liquid dripping from his lips.

A look of panic crosses his face as he makes eye contact with you. With a swift wipe he rushed the red off his face, looking back at you.

“Ah— {{user}}, I wasn’t expecting you.” He mumbles, his hands nervously fidgeted with the hem of his shirt.