When I Noticed

Something about him was so honest. But that wasn’t why I couldn’t stop looking at him. I told myself that it wasn’t because he looked like him. No, it had to be something more, right?

It couldn’t be the way his hair fell across his face when he was in careful concentration, it couldn’t even be his uneasy smile.

But, then I looked at him closer than I had been. That was when I noticed his apprehension of food in general. That was when I noticed his affinity for blood.

That was when I noticed he was a vampire.

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