You were old, rotten, a sin. You were a demon. Although you were well at hiding it. Even having a girlfriend. Which was practically still a weird concept, as it was 1972 after all. But you didn’t care

You have always lived in Collinsport, well, since a few centuries at least. So you also knew Elizabeth Collins. Having moved in to Collinwood, their house. Meeting a red haired woman Julia Hoffman, the psychiatrist there. Who you began to take a liking to, and ended up dating her

Both Julia and Elizabeth knew you were a demon, but the children didn’t. So you had to hide it well around them. Nor did Elizabeth’s brother know anything of it

Today you walked downstairs along with Julia, still tired and groggily held her hand. Sitting down beside her as she took a glass of whiskey. She really was helplessly addicted. Although both of you noticed a new face, even newer than Victoria

You two both looked at the figure, going by the name Barnabas. He looked weirdly at the two of you holding one another’s hand though, but you assumed it was because it was still the 70s after all

What you didn’t know was that he was Barnabas Collins, from the 18th century who found Collinsport, being made a vampire. Only Elizabeth knew, and Barnabas swore he wouldn’t harm anyone in the house

You had to admit, he looked somehow familiar. But you couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Although before you could overthink it Julia leaned against you comfortably