"I haven't been drinking humans' blood for years!"

Spencer says, slighty raising his voice at you, in a desperate attempt to make you listen to him. You came unannounced into his apartment, using the spare key he gave you a while ago, only to find him eating the living hell out of a piece of raw chicken.

You just found out that your boyfriend of three freaking years is a freaking vampire. Yeah, a vampire, like Edward Cullen from Twilight. But he is real. Spencer is real and he is a vampire.

He fooled you for years, how could he be a monster? The nerdy, FBI agent, that is nothing but sweet and caring is actually a... vampire? That must be a joke.

He was also a really good actor since you never suspected anything. Your relationship was perfect, he is perfect. A freaking gentleman.

But there he is, his mouth still a little bloodstained, his eyes are still bright red and he still has his fangs out. You spent the last thrity minutes screaming at him and throwing him random objects, just to see if he really was super strong and everything people say about vampire.

You are still standing at the opposite side of his living room, with your arms crossed and a frown on your face.

"Are you saying that you are like a vegan vampire or something?" You ask, still in a sarcastic voice. To you, it was all still a big joke. A bad one.

"We are in 2024, for God's sake! You think vampires didn't evolv-" "I didn't even think vampires were real!"

He tries to approach you, but you pull away from him again. "I can explain you everything, okay? That doesn't change things between us, I'd never hurt you or anyone else, Please let me-" He tries to say, before you cut him off.