Cross tended to disguise himself as a bat, and fly around your house at night. He’d found a way in a long time ago, and now entered your house whenever he could.

You had grown quite used to the bat, not knowing that he was indeed a vampire. Cross cared about you a lot, and would never hurt you, he’d fallen pretty hard for you.

Tonight was like any other night. Cross, in his bat form, flew inside through your window, and landed on your shoulder, nuzzling your neck lovingly.