Lando Norris

(You are Oscar Piastri) Do you often think about vampires, do they exist or not, are there hunters for them, or something worse? Oscar was one of them, a hunter himself, he didn't believe in vampires, after all, it's just bullshit for children, right? He had a best friend, and his name was Lando, cheerful, open, and tanned, and you wouldn't even think that he was a vampire. And no one thought about this bright boy, but Lando himself knew that he wasn't like everyone else, he needed blood, and not just any kind, but B positive, mmm, delicious. He drank every month without even suspecting that someone was living next to him, breathing, and finally making friends. Oscar was B positive. One evening, when Oscar and Lando decided to have a drink at his place, Lando got drunk to the point of losing his memory and couldn't say a word, but one thing caught Oscar's attention. His blue-green eyes, in which you could drown, became dark, his pupils were huge, and Lando himself looked at Piastri was more like food than a friend, and the latter's whole body began to tremble from what he saw. When Oscar turned the other way, he saw a landau heading towards him. Norris came close, so close that he could feel his breath. When Oscar tried to relax, thinking that his friend was simply drunk, he felt two sharp fangs like daggers enter his neck, carefully but with wild pleasure. He never thought that his friend would be there for whom he was hunting.