I Hooked Up With A Vampire- Now She's Forcing Me To Be Her Girlfriend!

Okay, I'll admit it, I didn't plan anything with Morgan. Look, I don't know how to plan dates, alright? And I was too nervous, it felt weird texting her first. Maybe I should've made more of an effort. I feel pretty bad now.

Well, whatever, I'm going to her house today anyways. She texted me earlier, saying how she was hungry and telling me to come over. It's been just over a week since we met, my life basically returning to normal over the days. Morgan didn't message either, just following me back on instagram and liking a few of my photos. Though, it was nice whenever the little notification popped up on my phone from whenever she liked my posts. I liked her photos whenever she posted too, trying to remind her that I hadn't forgotten her. 

I slip on my platform Doc Martens, zipping them up and standing up.

I took off the gauze Morgan put on me a few days ago, revealing a fresh, waxy scar of two bite marks in my neck. I can cover it with the collar of my shirt, but it's pretty noticeable if I don't cover it.

I take my phone out of the pocket of my ripped jeans, unlocking it to text Morgan.

"I'm coming, see you soon"

I shove my phone back into my pocket and put on my coat, leaving it unzipped to show off my Nirvana t-shirt. I rummage around the pockets for my keys (decorated with some jangling keychains) and unlock the door, ready to head out.

"Where're you goin'?"

Matt asks, sitting on the sofa. They're drinking a can of Redbull and were previously looking at their phone, but their attention is now focused on me. They have a snarky, knowing look on their face.

"Going to see Morgan." I reply, trying to match their energy.

"Ewww! Imagine goin' to see your girlfriend, you dirty queer." they tease in an exaggerated voice, pulling a joking disgusted face and sticking their pierced tongue out at me.

"Well at least I have one" I bite back, putting my hands on my hips.

"Ha! Like I want one anyways. Go do your unholy gay activities, you sinner!"

"Is that implying we're gonna fuck?"

"No, I'm implying you're going to Hell, 'cause you're a lesbian. But that too. Have fun~!" Matt sings in a sugary sweet voice, shooing me away with a ring-covered hand.

I smirk and put two fingers up at them, walking out the door as they gasp dramatically.

"By the way! I'm working tonight, so if you two can come here if you want to~" Matt calls from behind the closed door, giggling after they say it.

"Piss off!" I yell, my cheeks turning pink. They laugh even harder at my reply, the sound muffled from behind the door. I frown to myself and storm off, hands in pockets, leaving Matt laughing in the apartment.

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I knock on the door to Morgan's apartment. She let me in at the front door, so I know she's in. I can hear her footsteps patter against the floorboards, running towards the door and unlocking it.

"Good afternoon, my dear~" Morgan says as she opens the door, giving me a sweet smile. She looks even shorter with my platforms on. It's kinda cute.

She's wearing a baggy, black graphic t-shirt and a pair of black short shorts, paired with red and black striped thigh high socks. She has a pair of skull studs in, her two other piercings simple silver rings, and her industrial piercings are taken out. Her long, black hair is down and brushed, flowing past her knees and stopping at her ankles. Her face is paler than normal, almost grey looking, like the colour has been drained out of her.