you hated being a vampire.

you told the p.e. teacher that you were nauseous, so he let you go inside. they were renovating the bathrooms, your usual hiding spot, so you were sitting in a back room where nobody else was or would be for hours. in case you were wrong, though, you had a trash can next to you so you could pretend you really were in here feeling nauseous.

what actually happened was steve.

steve had a nosebleed. it sent you DEEP into an intense blood craving, so you were sitting inside so you didn't go feral and lose your shit on him.

which is why you are so irritated when he shows up. you couldn't see him at first, he was behind you.

"hello, dracula," he says. steve is the only one who knew you were a vampire.

"go away," you say, in an irritated yet warning tone.

"what the fuck is up with you?"

"nauseous," you lied, knowing he'd see through it.

"false. vampires don't get nauseous," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "especially right after someone gets a nosebleed. now that's suspicious.*

"i smell it on you."

"what? my-

"don't say it out loud-"

"i was just gonna say... blood."

you literally flinch at the word, the sound of it combined with the smell sending a jolt through you. he just chuckled in response, finally turning you to look at him. his nose was still bleeding, but he didn't care.

"gotcha, vamp."