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

I'm still up in bed, even though it's two in the morning. My sleep schedule is pretty horrible, I usually stay up pretty late doing whatever I stayed up to do. Most of the time it's painting, but sometimes it's some useless, self indulgent time on my phone, scrolling on Instagram or watching hour long video essays on Youtube in my dark room.

I'm currently doing the latter, scrolling on my recommended feed on Youtube and trying to find a somewhat interesting video to waste the time that I should be spending sleeping. Most of them are all the same, so I carry on scrolling, bored.

My phone then suddenly buzzes with a message, a Whatsapp notification popping up on the top of my phone screen. It's Morgan.

"Still up, darling?"

Did she know I was up? Or was she just messaging me just to see if I was asleep or not? I find it a little creepy that she might know I was still awake. It's irrational, but uncanny all the same.

I tap on the notification, being sent to Morgan's Whatsapp messages as I do. I'm greeted by the dark background that I set for my Whatsapp chats and Morgan's cute profile picture, the same as her Instagram one. She's online, probably watching me as I type out a reply, eyes squinting in the dark since the bright, blue light of my phone was starting to hurt my eyes a bit.

"Yeah, still up, scrolling youtube. What about you?" I send back, watching the 'Morgan is typing...' appear underneath her name on the top bar on my phone screen. Maybe she's nocturnal, so she isn't really doing anything in particular and is staying up just because she's not sleepy at night.

"Just up scrolling pinterest" she replies, sending another message after it.

"Looking for outfit ideas"

"I saw some of your outfits on instagram" I say, thinking for a second and hesitating before sending another message after it.

"They're cute"

In fairness, they were. They were a mix of visual kei and emo- graphic shirts, studded belts, pleated skirts, striped arm warmers and thigh high socks, with the formal accessories of chains, hats, boots, waistcoats and long, torn up skirts.

I see her start typing, then stop. Then start typing again. Then stop again. Finally, she sends a message after about a minute of typing and stopping.

"Thank you"

Underwhelming for all that time she spent, but maybe she was just debating what to say.

We both awkwardly stop texting, both online and probably staring at our messages but not knowing what to send. I think about the endless amount of questions I have for her, mostly about her being a vampire. I pick out a random one, typing it away on my phone and sending it.

"question: why don't you take blood from blood banks?"

It's a question that's been rocking about in my head ever since she called me her "blood supply". She said she didn't really like killing people, so why doesn't she just take ready made blood?

I'm too lost in thought to realise that she's sent a message back. It surprises me when I eventually look back at the screen

"I don't like stealing, and that blood goes to people who need it"

Okay, so she was somewhat alright with killing people, but not stealing and taking blood from blood banks? Weird.

"You have a weird set of morals" I send back, smiling to myself jokingly as I do.

"Well, people who need help need it more than me, right?" she replies after a second, like she already had this answer in her head. Maybe she had it ready and she was just waiting for me to reply.