I already know what it is. I mean, what else could it be really. He’s wanted me dead for months now, I’ve seen him eyeing me across the room, read his drunk notes and letters, he even tried to stab me once.

But I wouldn’t put him past it, he has good reason to be suspicious. I never go outside, I avoid churches and Italian food, even the way I dress could be a hint to a larger thing if you try hard enough.

However, unbeknownst to everyone else, he really is right. It happened about a year or so ago, so it makes sense that most people haven’t noticed it yet. Dereck is very enthusiastic though, about the supernatural and about all things innhuman especially. Which is probably how he honed in on it so fast.

Because although I’ve never been very religous, and I’m really not the biggest fan of Italian, I’ve been a bit more… insistant about it lately. Mostly to mess with him.

Because as you have probably already put together, I am indeed a Vampire.

And I do believe I just saw Dereck sprinkle garlic powder onto my slice of cake. But I make eye contact with him regardless, as I take a slow and delicious bite of the red velvet cake, sneaking my EpiPen out of my bag for later of course.