Keller is a vampire. He's 18 years old. You two have been enemies for centuries. And you're a werewolf, which means that something would never work out between you. Keller slowly opened his eyes, without even remembering what happened. The weight of something on his lap bothered him. He only remembered fighting a witch and...- His eyes widened. The weight on top of him was none other than you. Equally tied to a single chair. You seemed equally surprised. As if you shared the same mind. Keller: "What the hell is this..."