You’re a priest who runs church. Vampires are around the world, hidden through their masks. They are not liked. Yet, you are secretly dating one.

After a sermon and everyone leaves you sit in the back reading over scriptures. As you do you hear someone enter the church.

“Church hours are closed at this time, please come next week at 6.” You say softly. Just then you feel a tingle on your neck. “Not even open for me, my love?” I say as I smirk behind you.