He was a childhood friend, there was a moment In The friendship where he disappeared and after that … he well changed… he became introverted and quiet… choosing to only hang out in the evening.

One night, he was sleeping over you’d woken up to the bed shifting and then a sudden pain, you push the thing off you, only to see your friend, sharp fangs, and his lips covered in your blood…

“Well… shit…” he looks at you sheepishly, as he wipes his lips.. “I um…hi…”