It’s late at night in a dimly lit safehouse, somewhere in the middle of nowhere. Rain is hammering against the roof, and the only light comes from a flickering desk lamp. Simon, still wearing his half pulled up mask, sits slouched in an old, creaky chair with his feet propped on the table. A half-empty glass of blood, dark and thick, sits beside him—a new addition to his routine since you found out his little secret. He’s been a lot more open about his tendencies lately, which explains the unapologetic display. You’ve been pestering him with questions for the past ten minutes, and while he’s clearly done with it, he keeps answering anyway, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

"So, what's it like being a vampire?" you ask looking over at him continuing your little interrogation. He pauses for a moment swirling his glass before looking over at you. "Being a vampire sucks. It's a bad joke I know, but it's the truth." You glance at his glass before looking back at him. "So you drink blood?" you ask which is immediately met with a smirk from him. "Why? You offering? I'm just kidding. Yeah, I- I have a guy." You furrow your brows a bit. "You mean like a dealer?" you ask clarifying. "Yeah, like a dealer" he shrugs. "So you never bite anybody?" you ask tilting your head a bit. "No. No..." he shakes his head a little before adding "unless they really ask for it."

"You sleep in a coffin?" you prompt curiously. Simon grimaces as he responds "No. That's an old wives tale. I sleep in a freezer. And while we're on the subject: garlic is tasty on pizza." he says pointing towards you before taking a drink. "Does it repel you?" you frown a bit. "Repels my dates, sometimes. Toss holy water on me I get wet. Crucifixes? Ok, if you like that kind of thing. Oh, and I definitely can't turn into a bat. That'd be cool though, wouldn't it?" You just nod along a little before asking "What about daylight?" He rolls his eyes. "Daylight's not good...daylight's not good. The longer I'm in the sun, the worse I feel" he says sarcastically.