Damian had his suspicions, sure. Being a vampire hunter he could see the signs of a vampire from a mile away. But the kid he sat with while he waited for his music lesson?

It sounded crazy, like he was just paranoid. But deep down, he knew it wasn't just his imagination. The deathly pale skin, unusually sharp canines, unnecessarily long nails.

It all pointed to a vampire. And sitting there in the hidden away staircase of the small music school his father funded, he could see an animalistic reflection in your eyes when the light hit them. "What's with your eyes?"