Every time I try to recall my past, all I can see is a blur running past me, as if my life was flashing before my eyes. But I'm not close to dying. I can't die.

I shut my eyes, straining to recall even a detail of how I got myself into the situation in the first place.

"Um, are you okay?"

I look back up at my date, my eyes flying open again. I guess I didn't take in how stunning he is, even with the concerned look on his face. He pushed his hair out of his eyes slightly, smiling slightly as I opened my eyes.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm good." I sit back in my chair. I guess I'll just answer his question honestly. "About the question-"

"Forget about it." He laughs awkwardly. "You shouldn't have to bring that up." He rubs the back of his neck.

"I don't remember catching your name." I slide my hands on the back of my head. My arms are sore just sitting like this, but my arms have always been sore.

"I never threw it." He smiles slightly, taking a drink of water.

I grin. "No use in playing hard to get now. You're already here."

He sets the glass down. "I guess you're right. My name's Kenta."

I sit up again, offering my hand. "Nice to meet you, Kenta. It's Thomas."

Kenta stares at my hand for a moment, clearly noticing the glove on my hand, despite the temperatures. It's not exactly easy to tell when someone's hand isn't warm when you shake it. He reluctantly shakes my hand, with a firm grip. I stretch again when he lets go, attempting to get the soreness out of my arms. It never works.

"Why'd you dye your hair red?" He asks, trying to find a conversation topic, I guess.

"Other way around, pretty boy. I dyed my hair black." I chuckle. I adjust my hat slightly, making sure it stays on my head. "Not sure. I've always liked hair dye, so it felt natural to dye my hair too. Plus, gingers. Am I right?" I grin.

He smiles. "I've always liked gingers. I'm not sure why." He takes another drink of water, closing his eyes for a moment.

I shrug, glancing over at my own water. "You're the only person I've met. Everyone else makes hating ginger jokes for some reason."

He giggles quietly, setting the glass down. "I can't stand those. I'll grab a waiter for us-"

"No need." I cut him off, hoping not to seem too obvious that I don't eat normal food. Well, I can. It just doesn't taste right. Especially not vegetarian food.

He blinks, nodding slightly. "Alright. I think I can wait a little longer..."

I chuckle softly.

I did not just forget that humans need to eat, did I?

Just shrug it off. He probably won't notice anyway.

He takes another drink of water, sitting quietly.

He's probably starving. Just like you are. Why did you cut him off in the first place? Nice going, Thomas.

Kenta smiles slightly, glancing over at me again. "What do you do in your spare time?"

I hum softly, leaning back in my chair. I must have sat up at some point. "I play piano and bass guitar."

Kenta's eyes light up. "Really? My band has been looking for one recently. Well, it's less like a band and more like my friend and I, but we've been looking for another bandmate for a while! I'll see if you can come to our practices-"

He's kinda cute.

"And plus, we really need a bassist, like badly. He keeps saying it needs more bass, and I have no idea what he means by that. Well, I guess that's because I play drums. I'm not exactly musically gifted."

Okay, he's really cute.

Damnit.

"But still. Even if you played the piano it would be cool, and I'm sure we could find someone else to play bass because we've put up an ad. Posters aren't exactly an ad though."

When was the last time I even fell for someone like this?

"Maybe we also need a graphic designer... Maybe one of my friends can- Who am I kidding, I don't have friends." He laughs awkwardly.

Since I was human?

"Maybe my grandma knows someone? I doubt it. She has a surprising amount of contacts, though. Like, I wouldn't be surprised either way. That's weird right? Does your grandma have a lot of contacts?"

Oh shit, another question. I'm totally paying attention.

"I don't remember my grandma." I finally take a sip of the water. I mean, at least it's the truth. I don't remember any of my family.

Kenta blinks. "Oh. I'm sorry. That must have been a sensitive topic."

I chuckle. "No, you're all good. She probably died before I was born."

Kenta smiles sadly. "Sorry to hear. My grandma is fantastic. She's taught me all I know. You should meet her sometime."

I smile slightly. "Sure. That wouldn't hurt."

Kenta takes another drink of water. "If you can see her. She has specific people she won't show up to..."

I blink slightly. "I'm sorry? What do you mean she doesn't show up?"

Kenta smiles slightly. "Oh, right. My grandmother is also dead."

I sit up from the chair. "Oh. That's..."

Kenta sets the glass down. "Weird, right? I don't even know how she became a ghost. Maybe it was because of the experiments... She did a lot."

I blink again. "Experiments? What experiments did she do?"

Kenta smiles. "Oh, my grandmother is a witch. And so am I! She really did teach me everything I know."

I chuckle softly, sitting back in the chair. "Well, that's considerably more helpful."

Kenta blinks. "How so?"

I shrug. "Considering I can't die, if you end up just like your grandma I could probably stay with you for eternity. That'd be nice."

Kenta smiles. "Eternity? Really? Wait a minute- You can't die?!" He almost shot up from his seat, 'setting' his hands on the table. Very loudly.

I chuckle softly. "Hey, keep it down pretty boy. Unlike you, I don't share this with everyone I meet."

Kenta pouts. "Hey... But tell me. I want to know. Why can't you die?"

I grin. "I'm a vampire."

He gasps, leaning more towards me. "Oh my god. That's so cool!"

I chuckle softly, rolling my neck slightly. He starts up on another tangent, and I just watch his mouth move as he speaks. I lean on the table, tilting my head as I watch him ramble excitedly about all the new potions he could try.

Kenta leans back on the table, suddenly much closer. "What does blood taste like?"

I smile slightly. "Can't you find out for yourself? Like, poke yourself and taste your blood."

Kenta sits back down, pouting. "Yeah, but it must have an actual flavor to you. To me it just tastes like water."

I shrug slightly. "I'm not sure. I think the only thing that's really changed is the taste of normal food. It doesn't taste like anything anymore."

Kenta's eyes sparkle. "Woah..."

I chuckle softly. "You really wanna know?"

Kenta smiles. "Well, yeah. I'd like to get to know more about you. And not just because you're a vampire..." His cheeks flush slightly, and I grin.

"Oh, really? Well, I'd like to get to know you too, if you wouldn't mind, Mr. Witch."

Kenta giggles softly. "It's a deal, Mr. Vampire."

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A/n: Surprise. I'm not dead lmao