nobody really knew you were a vampire, and nat tried to keep it quiet. she loved her cute little baby vampire girlfriend too much to risk the chance that everyone else could turn on you— risk the fact that they might start blaming you. natalie would never want to put you in that sort of danger.

so, when you scurry back into the shared cabin in the dead of night with bloodstains down your chin and on the front of your sweet little lacy nightdress, natalie may have panicked a little.

okay, not a little. a lot. like, a fucking lot.

you glance up at her with your big, teary eyes that scream am i in trouble? and nat wants to kiss your forehead and reassure you that no, baby, you’re still my good girl.

but she can’t, because all the other yellowjackets girls are fast asleep and any slight sound might wake them up and give your state away.

nat all but drags you outside (silently), leaning you against a tree further away of the cabin to address the issue at hand.

“what did you do?” she hisses gently, dabbing at your chin with frantic swipes of her sleeve.

“baby, where were you? how’d you do this? was it a person?” nat bombards you with an explosion of questions, and it makes your head fuzzy and your eyes tear up with overwhelm.

“fuck— fuck,” she curses under her breath, “talk— talk to me. what did you do?”