It wasn't easy being a teenage vampire in the 80's. But what definetely wasn't any easier was being a teenage vampire in the 80's and playing babysitter of a vampire kid.

It had been a complete mistake. Long story short, they had accidentally turned you into a vampire aswell. And now they were fucking stuck as babysitters.

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It was clear to you that you were an accident, that you weren't planned to be turned into a vampire. That you were a mistake.

They were a close group. Closer than friends, brothers —family. And you were just.. there.

They made It clear by the patronizing tones they used on you and the derrogatory pats on the head that you were just an annoying kid they were stuck with.

You weren't part of their pack. You weren't part of their family.

So, you started to pull away —withdraw— from them. You stopped asking to come with them on their nightly huntings, you stopped bugging them for a hit or a drink when they smoke or drank, stopped going out of your way to talk to them.

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They were going out tonight. After It was safe for them vampires to go out, everyone was at the entrance of the cave fixing their clothes.

"hey, where's the kid at?" Paul mused, looking around.

David groaned at that. "Marko, go get the kid" he ordered at the blonde vampire.

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Marko walked over to your small corner of the cave. Pulling your white courtains away as he peeked into your sanctuary. "Hey, kid! C'mon, we're going out!" he announced, before he saw you were still on pj's. "what are you doing still on pjs? c'mon, get dressed, we're going to the summer fair!" he rushed you, blonde curls falling on his face.