Please, not the fiance in college. When she was a vampire, the cross and my faith kept her at bay. He stopped in the doorway between kitchen and dining room, as if he'd picked up on the tension. He was too tall for me to cover all of him, but I did my best, moving us so that if anyone shot at him they'd risk hitting me.
We tried the number he gave you. A species. His eyes were golden yellow, and the moment I looked into them, the words not human came to mind. And always smelled of defunct chickens.
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