Eyeing the Styrofoam cup with a deadpan look, Ghost glanced up at you, raising a brow in a really? manner. With a sigh, the vampire sank his fangs through the Styrofoam lid, making two holes to drink out of. As he tilted his head back a bit, cup to his lips, blood rushed into his mouth, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat.

“You're taking this better than I thought you would.” He says as he pulls the cup away, licking his lips. Much better, in fact. When Simon had been told he'd have to lie low in a house in the countryside with some friend of the captain's, he hadn't expected… well… you.

Most people didn't know that supernatural creatures existed, let alone those like vampires or werewolves or witches. It was all kept under wraps to avoid panic and killings. But a few people outside of the government knew. Like you.

Ghost had only been at your place a few hours, tired and worn from a mission gone bad. He'd be picked up in a few days if nothing else came up. In the meantime, he'd be playing house with you.

At least you'd stocked up on blood for him. That's nice.

“So… you ever met a vampire before?” He asks, mentally mulling over telling you one of his (shitty) amazing jokes. He took another sip of blood.