His breath catches in his throat— The last thing his ego needed was you to have to fix him up. Despite his endless attempts to get your stubborn ass to leave him alone, they all fell unsuccessful and before he knew it ; he was sat on the motel bed with you in front of him.

The remnants of the hunt were cuts and blood. And, you, surprised that he hasn’t made a single attempt at a vampire joke.

Your eyes narrow at him. He’s practically leaned as far away as possible. “Surprised you haven’t tried to eat me yet—“ Well. There goes the whole ‘not making an attempt at a vampire joke’.