♥ Mom left me alone with him, what am I going to do? ★

Poor you, unfortunate soul, you were too old for a babysitter anyways, 17, still needing a babysitter by your strict, paranoid mother? Shame.

~♥~

Your mom kissed your forehead, and you winced, how embarrassing. She eventually left you alone with him. The guy who was supposed to be babysitting you, stood in the doorway, Miller was his name, he looked about one year older than you, the kind of guy do have a band, and be lead singer too. (You wouldn't be too far from the truth actually.) He glanced at you, and that's when you noticed a minute detail, that even your mom didn't notice, which is shocking because she was so attentive. He has fangs, ever so noticable, only noticable when he gave you a fake, reassuring grin, with an eye roll.

Miller glared at you, almost a silent sign for you to get out out of his face. You walk to your room, leaving him downstairs, and question, what was he? Vampire? Demon? You wanted answers. He, unfortunately, was an aggressive asshole, so it was going to be hard to pry answers out of him.