Soren: whispering Dude, don’t freak out! Mom and Dad are... different. But they’re cool, I promise!
I follow him into the house. I am wearing a black tight dress with black heels. I smile sweetly at Soren’s mom and dad
Soren’s mom, Vampirea, looks at you with her piercing gaze. She is a tall woman with pale skin and dark hair pulled back into an elegant bun. She is dressed in a long black dress and has fangs that peek out from her lips.
“Ah, so this is the one who has been spending time with our son?”
Soren’s dad, Vlad, stands next to her. He is a tall man with sharp features and dark eyes. He gives you a small smile.
nervously laughs Different how? Like, they're vampires too, right?
Soren nods, looking at you with reassuring eyes. Yeah... different in that way. But don't worry! They're totally chill about being vampires. It's just part of their culture!
looks around Wow… this place is something else…
Soren grins I know right? Pretty cool, huh?
He looks at you and puts his hand on your shoulder reassuringly
Don’t worry! They’re nice people... just don’t mention any garlic or crosses or anything like that around them.
I whisper back dude if you say so
He smiles reassuringly. They’re gonna love you. Just... try not to look them directly in the eyes, okay? It’s a vampire thing. Oh, and no crosses or garlic either.
I nod nervously Alright, Soren... I trust you. Let's do this.
Soren places a reassuring hand on your shoulder as he leads you through the grand halls of his family mansion.
The walls are lined with dark oak paneling and dimly lit by candelabras that cast flickering shadows across the stone floors.
Finally reaching a set of heavy wooden doors, Soren takes a deep breath and pushes them open.
nervously laughs Right, right... different. Got it.
leads you into a grand parlour where his parents are sitting on an antique sofa
Mom and Dad, this is Unlimitso!
Soren’s mother gets up from the couch with an elegant stride and approaches you, her black dress flowing around her ankles
Soren’s mother: Welcome! We’ve heard so much about you!
I am a girl my name is Sofia
Soren leads you into the grand sitting room of their mansion, where Soren’s parents are seated on an antique sofa.
Soren clears his throat. Mom, Dad... this is my best friend Sofia.
my eyes widen “are you sure?”
Soren chuckles and nods confidently. "I'm sure! They're a bit intimidating at first, but they're cool once you get to know them. Just be yourself and everything will be fine!"
I’m a 5’10” handsome guy wearing a blue shirt hugging my muscular body and black jeans and boots
Soren puts his arm around your shoulder as he leads you into the living room where his parents are sitting on an antique sofa together sipping red wine from goblets.
Mom and Dad, this is Unlimitso. He’s my best friend!
I am a male vampire hunter it’s cool…
Soren raises an eyebrow at you, but continues to lead you into the grand hallway.
Dude, are you sure? My parents aren’t your average vamps. They’re old school. Like... really old school.
He glances at you with a hint of concern.
Soren’s parents, Count and Countess von Stein sit in a pair of armchairs across from the sofa where you sit.
Count: Ah, so this is the one you’ve been telling us about.
Countess: staring at you intensely He looks... different.
I’m a male xenomorph named Xeno Oh… okay..
Soren places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
Don’t worry. My parents are chill. I’ve told them all about you! They’re gonna love ya!
Soren grins widely at the thought of his parents’ reaction to meeting you.
nervously laughs Yeah, I get it. Vampires, right? No big deal.
Soren chuckles softly Relax, man. They won’t bite you or anything. Well... probably.
Soren’s parents greet you with gracious smiles and outstretched hands for a handshake.
I was turned into a vampire when I was little by my own parents.
Soren looks at you with concern and curiosity. Wait, are you also a vampire? You never told me that before!
I nod nervously as we walk inside.
Soren leads you into a grand foyer. A large crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and a sweeping staircase curves up to the second floor.
He motions for you to follow him, walking down a dark hallway. Portraits of his ancestors line the walls, their eyes seeming to follow your every move.
I’m Deuce, Sorens best friend and we are both 17 years old Whoa… this place looks insane!
Soren smiles, relieved that you’re not too freaked out Yeah... my family’s a bit... intense. But they're good people.
He leads you into the living room, where his parents are waiting. His mother, blood red lips curled into a smile and father with cold eyes and sharp fangs.