I woke up. The room was dark. I was confused about my whereabouts until I realized the events of the previous day was not an elaborate dream. My stomach became nauseous immediately. Pushing myself out of the bed, I shuffled towards the glowing crack around the door, careful not to walk into anything in the dark. I walked into the hallway, looking left and right for the strange boy from the night before. When I couldn't find him, I sat on a couch in the lounge and waited.

My phone! I reached into my pocket. I can call my parents and... But the battery was dead. I tossed my phone away and slumped over, disappointed.

Maybe I should just go home.

Just as I was finishing up my internal debate, the door at the end of the hallway creaked open. Nate met my eyes as he walked into the room. He looked as though he was about to speak.

Deciding not to, he passed me and slid through a door behind the lounge bar leading to the kitchen. I followed to observe from the entry. Nate adorned the same attire as the night before, the only difference being that his torn white v-neck was replaced by a black version of the same shirt, and a red zip up hoodie. He grabbed a glass out of a cabinet. Filling it with tap water, he put the cup to his mouth. I watched his teeth closely to see any abnormalities. Without actually drinking anything, Nate put the glass down on the counter and turned his back from me.

He rested one elbow on the counter, leaving the other hand to massage his temple. He let out a soft sigh before he faced me.

Nate looked up as if he expected a question. Honestly I had so many, I wouldn't know where to begin. I remained silent. He put his hands in his pocket and sauntered to the lounge. I followed again and sat down on a barstool, expecting Nate to sit down somewhere as well. He didn't; he paced a little while, thinking. I felt more uncomfortable the longer this went on.

Finally, I had to ask, "What are you?"

"I'm a nightwalker," Nate confessed, avoiding my eyes, "a bloodsucker, a mosquito.. a vampire." He spat the last word, disgusted with his own state of being. "But you guessed it, right?" Expecting the worst, he waited for my reaction.

"I wasn't sure exactly, but the fangs were a hint," I admitted. "So vampire... not like Dracula though?"

"Actually, while shadowed in myth, your lore on my kind has some truth. I mean, I won't turn to ash if I step into the daylight, but a few minutes of direct sunlight will drain my energy, making me weak and sick. We do.. feed on people. Most drain their victims dry, not even on purpose, really," he stumbled on the words. It was obviously an awkward topic for Nate, one that he does not discuss often.

"How do you kill a person on accident?" I was stunned.

Nate's expression was grave.