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Another day, having to spend his freshly earned money on office supplies for his new job. Stanley sighed before reaching for something. He had memorized the store by now, with friends, collage, and several jobs under his belt.
"Ow! Watch where your putting those!" Stanley only half realized that the voice came from the erasers he reached for. He turned and saw what looked to be an older man with salt and pepper hair; the figure was accompanied and highlighted by a soft yellow sweater and a single fang that peeked out of the man's lips. Stanley scrambled to pull out a set of cards from his pocket and flipped to a card that simply read,
"I'm sorry!"
"Hm? Oh. Well, I accepted your apology." Stanley felt weirdly lightheaded the more time he spent around the strange figure. He quickly pulled out a dry erase pen to continue the conversation on a blank laminated card.
"Why are you hiding in the dark corner?"
"Oh that um.." the beating sun highlighted Stanley and his friendly smile.
"I'm afraid it's simply too hot outside. That's all."
"It's only 70 degrees out?"
"Ah yes erm.. well.. you see.." the man grew nervous, his eyes darting around, the Stanley noticed they had a strange yellow glow. Did the man's eyes always glow? Stanley leaned into the shadows, how strange. Yellow, glowing, eyes.
"Fine fine! You caught me can I just, borrow your coat?" Stanley cocked his head like a dog, but didn't see why not. The man used Stanley's coat like an umbrella, to keep him out of the sun. As they both checked out and left the store Stanley could smell smoke coming off his newfound friend. He acted as if he was walking barefoot on hot coals shaped like Lego bricks. Quickly Stanley offered a seat in his (luckily) shaded car. The coat was taken off as the man breathed heavily in the back seat.
"What are you going to do with me now, turn me in? Kill Me? Force me to do your bidding?" Stanley looked confused, he looked through his ring of cards.
"What?"
"You, surely know what's happening by now don't you?"
"No."
"What's your name?"
"Stanley."
"Nice to meet you Stanley but have you not noticed how strange I look, my pale skin, glowing eyes, staying out of light. Stanley, I'm a vampire." Stanley stood for a moment before writing something down.
"I thought you were just old." He was met with a large offended gasp.
"OLD?! I died fairly young compared to you all. Well... Compared to the age span now."
Stanley giggled a bit, it set something off in the vampire.
"Stanley, where are you staying right now?"
"I'm not inviting you in."
"That's a myth...! Not that I was trying that anyway."
"I live at a dormatory."
"How about a deal then?" The vampiric smile frightened, yet intrigued Stanley.
"Give me your name first."
"You may call me.. um." The vampire was ashamed of his true name after years and years of constant curses and mishaps.
"Narrator. Yes I like that, call me Narrator."
Stanley nodded.
"Now, I will house you but you have to show me urm.. human stuff."
"Human stuff?" The confused face on the human caused the vampire to smile, it was soft.
"Stuff like.. how to be one I suppose. It's been so long that I may have isolated myself and forgotten. " Stanley could tell a genuine tone and curiousity under his sharp voice.
"Deal." Stanley then realized what a dangerous situation he just put himself in, but Narrator seemed pretty friendly, and he much rather stick with a new experience then continue being roommates with Jim and Gary.
"What? Really! Oh goodness!" Narrator shook his fists up and down before clapping and humming.
"Oh this is going to be exciting! A human friend! Oh when is the last time I had one of those?" Stanley began to drive, gestering to his jacket.
"Ah right! My address." The Narrator gestured for Stanley's cards, wrong down his address on the custom card.
It was a strangely short drive, as soon as the door creaked open, Stanley expected a dark and creepy house filled with death, but oddly the house was well kept. It was definitely dated but it was well kept. Every shelf was purfectly clean and dust free. Even the old books looked perfectly preserved. Soft yellows and monochromatic colors filled the house, all lit by fake but impressively realistic candle light. Narrator quickly walked down a hall before collapsing into a coffin.
That couldn't be comfortable Stanley had thought to himself as the lid shut and loud snoring was muffled through the coffin. He sighed, lucky that that I was morning still. What was next? Stanley guessed he was moving in with a vampire.