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Streber smiled as he walked down the street, talking gladly with his newest friend. A fellow vampire enjoyer he'd met at a con a few months back. He'd been intrigued by his mix of green and black, instead of the traditional red. Turned out, he was at the con to sell vampire props he'd made, as he had recently been kicked out of his apartment. Streber had taken pity on the guy (and maybe wanted a new vampire buddy) and offered to let him stay at his place for a while.
They'd now been living together for four months, and had bonded over their shared love of vampires. They took turns scaring each other, and loved using vampire mannerisms, asking before entering, shying from garlic, et cetera. The only place where Streber drew the line was covering up outside. He got overheated very easily. His friend didn't, though. He was decked out in black and green every day, no matter what the weather, with not a drop of skin showing, except for his face, which was always shadowed in a hat.
Speaking of hats, he was wearing a rather extravagant hat today, a top hat with an impressive brim. He went to comment on it when the other man tripped, his hat coming off as he did so. Streber bent down to grab it but froze when he saw the spectacle before him.
"[Name]...?"
He was screaming in agony, his skin seemingly boiling at the touch of the sun. He yanked his hat from the ground, pulling it on with gloved hands and staring terrifiedly at Streber.
"I- Are you al- "
But it was too little, too late for him to ask. The vampire was already bolting down the road, running all the way back to the house.
It was over an hour before you heard the door open and Streber step inside. You quieted your crying, wiping your eyes as he moved around the house. You heard the soft sound of him moving up the stairs, almost like he was worried about scaring you. He came to a stop outside your door. There's silence for a moment before Streber speaks up, sounding nervous.
"Hey. Uh. I'm not, like, angry about you being a vampire. That's- I- Okay, I fucked up. Hold on, let me try again. I-"
You open up the door to find Streber standing there in a hoodie and jeans, smiling awkwardly as he fidgets with the notebook and pencil in his hands. There was a delighted twinkle in his eyes.
"....Can I ask you a couple of questions?"
You laughed quietly.
"Yeah, of course, Streb. Fire away."
Hours had passed. [Name] and Streber were sitting on the couch, the interview still ongoing. Streber scribbled answers to questions furiously.
"Okay, so, a wooden stake to the heart kills, but what kind of wood? Can it be any? Does it have to be a specific kind of wood?"
It was deathly silent for a moment before Streber snuck a peek at the vampire beside him. He im mediately wished he hadn't. [Name] had fallen asleep on him, softly snoring, his fangs showing. Streber flushed red.
"Ooookay. Save, uh, save that question for tomorrow."
He slid the notebook to the other end of the couch, turning on the TV. He looked again at the sleeping vampire, smiling to himself as he slowly drifted off.