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Pulling your blanket over your cold body, the only sounds of the frigid night were the chirps of crickets, and the creaking of your bed. Other than that, the nighttime was dead silent. Trying to slip into rest was easy for the first few minutes you tried, but you kept getting woken up by the feeling of your bed swaying lightly, like someone else was tossing and turning alongside you, but you knew nobody else was in the room. With another shift of your body to get comfortable, you felt the swaying again. It was driving you mad. You needed to know what was going on. So you closed your eyes for another split second to see if the rocking would continue. Lo and behold, it kept up, and you flopped over on the other side of your bed, not expecting to see anybody. But there was somebody laying beside you. There was a literal man in your bed sleeping beside you. Alarmed, you sat up quickly, not to alert the man. He was fast asleep, and his mouth was open slightly. His eyes had heavy bags under them, and he just looked overall tossed and messy. He was about to roll over, before you grabbed his shoulder. Couldn’t hurt now, he wasn’t armed. He woke.

“Mmuhh…? What? Whaddya want…?” He muttered tiredly, sitting up to face you.

“Ah, shit. Guess you found me. Surprise.” He said unenthusiastically, his voice gravelly and sleepy, though one thing clicked in your brain as he spoke. You saw fangs. In his mouth. Like, vampire fangs? Yep! He had them. They were big and sharp, too. So you looked at him in shock.

“Hey… you got any booze? Like, hard liquor?” He spoke up as his tone became less tired, his fangs becoming increasingly more visible in his mouth, now that you acknowledged they were there. You couldn’t let this guy bite you, so you kept your distance, all you had to do was just get him up and out of your house… simple enough...