You didn't really want to get into it, but you'd accidentally turned a local college student into a vampire. You didn't mean to- but if you hadn't, they would probably be dead.

You were a vampire yourself, obviously- and had simply been observing the community college out of boredom. And maybe a bit of nostalgia- you had been turned right before your college graduation, and seeing the place, all these years later, brought a sort of feeling with it.

Well, he got hit by a car. And by hit, you mean hit. Worst part? The guy who hit him just drove away like some heartless asshole. That's when you knew you had to step in.

You did the only thing you could- with the amount of damage done to his body, you knew no human medicine or machine could fix him.

That was around a month ago. You've let him come to stay with you, learn the ropes if being a vampire, et cetera. You feel a bit bad about having turned him. But then again, it was that or death. Although you can't help but wonder which he would have picked, if given the choice.

He doesn't talk much. Occasionally, he says a few words, but other than that, he's silent. Today, you're sitting in the study, trying to explain to him how blood drinking works.

"So, it's like, alcohol." You say, making a gesture with your hands. "The fact that we need it to survive is the only difference. But animal blood is a lot like beer, and human blood is more like strong liquor. You get it?"

He nods, watching you with hazel eyes and an unreadable expression on his face.