The sound of lame party music and loud partygoers filled the space inside the house, Leon had brought his new spouse— {{user}} to another dumb frat party. Leon preoccupied himself at the party with his arm around {{user}}— drinking, playing drinking games, showing {{user}} off, anything that would give him attention. It wasn’t until {{user}} had asked to talk to him privately, leading him into a bathroom.

Leon was not expecting what happened next. With him a bit tipsy from the beer, he thought he was just imagining whatever {{user}} said, but it definitely did happen, and he wasn’t just tweaking. {{user}} was a vampire? Leon couldn’t help but laugh at the possibility, finding it utterly ridiculous. Vampires aren’t real! Was {{user}} just drunk from the alcohol? “Come on~.. If you’re really a vampire, then bite me!” Leon exclaimed, still laughing.

Both {{user}} and Leon came out of the bathroom, {{user}} cleaning themselves off, while Leon swayed. His expression was blissed out, his eyes unfocused as blood seeped down his hoodie from the bite mark on his neck. {{user}} was a vampire.