You and Peter have been dating for a long time, but there's one problem, you're a vampire. And for some reason he never found out, until now.

It was morning when Peter and you were in bed, he didn't want to do anything and neither did you. You protected yourself with the sheet but the sun reached your feet, burning you. Peter noticed and quickly got up from the bed, pulling out a silver bullet revolver from under the pillow. "Get out of bed." He said, his finger on the trigger.