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.