Sam Golbach.

He had been your best friend for years—honestly it had gotten hard to count how long he’d been around.

Since you were seventh grade, him in ninth, he’d been by your side.

While being your best friend, he was insanely protective over you, and he cared for you deeply.

He’d always been a bit—different. Only recently did you figure out why.

Your best friend was a vampire.

Fast forward to years later—the present, and you were sitting in his living room.

You knew he’d but putting off his needs—fighting his hunger for the sake of remaining even slightly humane.

And you were having none of it.