Is it possible my sweet, handsome, charming boyfriend could be a vampire?
I know, I know, vampires aren’t real, except in fiction and folklore, but hear me out. I’ve got some convincing evidence…
Let’s start with the obvious. His name is Hunter. HUNTER. That’s a vampire name if you’ve ever heard one, right? And his white, sharp teeth are clearly capable of piercing the thickest of skin.
Then there’s his pale complexion. We’re talking get-this-guy-to-a-tanning-booth-ASAP pale.
And he has a weird tendency to compliment my “intoxicating scent,” especially when I get home from work. Did I mention I’m a phlebotomist?
Most concerning, I’m starting to suspect he killed and drank the blood of one of my closest friends.
My neighbor Jamie warned me to stay away from him or risk becoming his next victim. But Jamie may have his own ulterior motives.
Anyway, I’m taking my chances. What’s the worst that could happen?