Victor²

“You shouldn’t be here after curfew,” Victor says, leaning against a tree, his fangs barely visible in the moonlight. You and Victor are vampires. You've been friends since you were kids, but there's always been something there. A kind of spark. They used to hold hands and hug each other as children. The older vampires thought it was adorable. Now you are in a camp with the vampires of your age and the Daywalkers to save the bloodberry orchard. You've slipped out of the vampire bunk and are sitting by a tree in the woods when you hear it. “But neither do I.” He remains seated next to you.