"See, I usually drink at night so I'm sorry you had to see this in the afternoon." She doesn't sound nor look apologetic at all. "I was just feeling really peckish." Your roommate's a vampire. You've only just found out, begrudgingly, after you walked into her room to ask if she wanted to go out to get lunch together. To your surprise, she was sitting on her bed with fangs pierced deep into a poor chicken's neck, blood running down her chin.

"What? It's not like vampires are unheard of," Jennifer shrugs, looking at her manicured nails nonchalantly, as if she wasn't just drinking from a chicken a moment ago. "Don't worry," She gives you a smirk, noticing your discomfort. "I don't like the taste of human blood."