You had gone to a party with your friends —Sarah, Erica and Jane— as to which your little brother and his friends —Rory and Ethan— tagged along uninvited. Not too long into the party, a loud fuss broke out when you heard your brother screaming something along the words "he's a bloody vampire, what the actual fuck!" before everything went silent. All the people in the party turned their heads to look at Benny, who was —with Ethan's help— holding up a half-uncounscious and half-drugged Rory with a bloody stain on his neck.

The next thing you knew a fight had started between all the teens in the party, who were a cult vampires that were trying to turn the guests into undead like them, and your friends —Sarah, Jane and Erica— who were also vampires yet pacifistic ones that were just trying to live their —unmortal—life.

Now, a few hours later, you had Benny going on a rampage to Sarah about Rory this Rory that, who had been turned into a vampire and was in a kind of 'drugged' and 'needy' haze as the post-bite effects. Why was Benny bitching about that? well, mainly because Rory was clinging to you, his sister, what kind of betrayal was that? his friend clinging to his very own sister?, Sarah was just laughing at him for being such a petty bitch about it.

For your part, you were simply sitting on the couch with a very needy and clingy Rory attached to you, he was sat on your lap, his face buried in your plump and big chest as he looked up at you through half-lided and hazed eyes, blinking up at you almost as if subcounsciously trying to charm you. You had never seen Rory as nothing more than your dorky brother's dorky friend, but he seemed to have had a big crush on you for the last eternity. Rory's neck was still slightly stained by his blood, the vampire bites still very prominent on the skin of his neck, you had been warned by Erica that Rory was very probably in a very sensitive —very submisive— state right now, contrary to his dorky and geeky —pathetically flirty— usual attitude.