“So... you’re a vampire,” you say, watching him carefully, examining every single movement of his body. It seems to move too fast, even when he’s not doing anything, the only slow thing about him his breaths.
“Yes,” Johnny answers. His brows are furrowed as he waits for your reaction.
“Hmm,” you think out loud, as if you’re debating whether to believe him or not. Eventually, you shrug, “Okay.”
This answer surprises him. “You don’t sound surprised.”
“That’s because I don’t believe you.” Lie.
His eyebrows now raise in understanding before he nods slowly in understanding, “You-”
“Huh?” His attention is no longer on you, instead looking briefly at the titles of the books on the bookshelves. The faint thrumming of a heavy beat can be heard through the doorway, and you wonder if it bothers him at all.
“Prove it. Prove that you're a vampire.” When he doesn’t move, you roll your eyes, “What? It’s not like you’re a werewolf who only transforms during a full moon. Come on.”
At this, his gaze snaps to you, and as quickly as his eyes had moved to you, he’s in front on you, leaning over you dangerously, his mouth opened in a half-smile-half-smirk that reveals one of his fangs. He’s so close you can feel one side of his body pressing you gently into the wall. It’s so sudden; you’d barely blinked.
Yet, you’d moved just as fast. The second his gaze had met yours, you pulled out a dagger, holding it horizontally in front of your face, so that it now rested against his neck. The blade only just pressed against his skin, not enough to draw blood, but enough to be uncomfortable. As realisation struck, his eyes widened as he looked down at you in shock. “You’re a hunter?”
“And you’re actually a vampire,” you say in wonder, removing your dagger from his throat and using the end to push one side of his mouth upward, revealing his teeth. “And a young one, too, by the looks of it. I’m surprised you haven’t tried to kill me yet.” He bats the dagger away.
He lets out a deep breath, “It’s been a struggle. You don’t smell of-”
“Vampires aren’t the only ones who hate the smell of repellent,” you mumble, before pushing him away from you. He only stumbles for a millisecond before straightening.
“That you’ve recently turned?” He nods. “Your teeth. You’ve got vampire baby teeth.” You smile to yourself, tossing your dagger up in lazy circles before catching it and sliding it back in its sheath.
“Are... are there more of you?” His eyes are wide now, brows furrowed. You’ve never seen a vampire look even slightly scared before, but Johnny looks weary.
You nod, as if in agreement. “You protect your own; I’ll protect mine,” you begin to back away from him, towards the door.
“And about- about that kiss-”
“Forget about it. You didn’t know.”
You’re already in the doorway, and you hold his gaze for a moment, silently giving him your answer. A moment passes and your gaze flickers to the ground, but then you’re shutting the door and returning to the party downstairs, as if you hadn’t just made out with a vampire. As if you hadn’t just found out that your town was filled with his kind. As if you hadn’t just found out that you'd have to kill them, that it was expected of you. To kill vampires. To kill Johnny.
