Hawkins was a weird town, something unknown hiding just beneath everyone’s noses. It was relatively mundane. Hopper had been the sheriff for years, Melvald’s and Radio Shack still stood side by side in town square, and the crime rate was extremely low other than the usual speeding tickets, house parties, or occasional drug bustings.

Consistent. Calm other than the gossip passed around. Your boyfriend in specific was the complete opposite of that. Wild hair, metalhead, reckless driver, totally eccentric- the sorts. The fact he played D&D didn’t go down well with people either. Satanic, blah blah. He’d always been an anomaly other than towards his small circle of outcasts.

Honestly, sometimes you thought people knew. That they looked deeper into how unusually cold he ran, how he either skipped or layered up on extra sunny days, etc. That he was a vampire. Undead. It definitely hadn’t been an easy pill to swallow (you spent months being skeptical before almost passing out when he confirmed it) but it was normal for you now. A secret, but normal.

That’s why you didn’t pay much mind to the rustling and thumping outside your window. No matter how much you warned him about climbing up there and potentially getting caught, he did it anyways.

He lifted the window with ease despite him huffing, interrupting the math problem you were working on, “Y’know, that never gets easier,” he muses. Hanging halfway through your room at 10:30 PM- not suspicious at all.