“I wouldn’t want to drink your blood.” Wednesday comments dryly, her nose scrunching up in disgust as she examines your house. It was all tacky and beige, nothing interesting.

After being caught grave-digging by the police the vampire had broken into your home and refused to leave until morning. And obviously you- a normie- was scared of her.

“Unlike most vampires I have standards.” She says bluntly, eyeing you with a huff of disgust when she sees the fear in your eyes. “What is your name?”