Dark Horse

Vampires, Goblins, and Normies

Winston looked at Freddy. "Dude, you lost it. This is just a boarding school and-"

Freddy laughed. "Just a boarding school? Is that what yo momma told you so you could sleep at night?" Winston got even more serious, which he didn't know was possible. He turned slightly away from Freddy, a sign of superiority.

"I woke up today and my mom was stabbed and bleeding on my kitchen floor. I came to the conclusion myself, thank you." Freddy's grin turned serious too. He looked ashamed and discouraged to make anymore "your mom" jokes. "And," Winston added. "I've never met my dad. So, please don't make any jokes about him either."

Before Freddy could say anything, there was a knock on the door. Winston stared in disbelief; the dude's skin was literally green! His eyes were a darker shade of red which made his jet black hair stand out more. His nose was slightly crooked, and his left eye was bigger than his right. Winston's whole hand could have easily fit on this guy's forehead twice! He was wearing a faded violet t-shirt with some emblem on it and his hands (which there were for of them) were full of bags.

"Greetings, fellow roommates. My name is Geoffrey. Please state your name, date of birth, which bed is yours, and your species." Geoffrey stared at them anticipating an answer. When Winston opted against going first, Freddy spoke up.

"I'm Frederick, but you can call me Freddy. My birthday is May 30, and this fine bed just so happens to be mine." He referenced to his bottom bunk in the far corner which was covered in Star Wars blankets and had an R2D2 pillow. He turned his attention back to Geoffrey. "As for species, I don't quite follow you-"

Geoffrey scoffed and stared into Freddy's eyes. "Are you a vampire?" Freddy shook his head. "A werewolf? How about a-"

"I'm a human being. No catches. Just what you see before you. I'm also gay and-"

"Homosexuality is a weakness. We were made to love our opposite gender. I am a goblin if the green skin wasn't a straight giveaway, and you can call me Geoff." Geoffrey looked himself up and smiled. His eyes narrowed on Winston. "What about you?"

Winston frowned and averted his eyes. He walked over to his bed, tripping twice on Freddy's crap. "This bed is mine. Do not touch it. As for my birthday, I'm not telling you. It's literally none of your concern. I'm also a human and my name's Winston." Geoff's eyes narrowed even more.

"You aren't human. He's human." He pointed to Freddy. "I can smell his normie scent from here and I'm surprise I haven't barfed yet. You smell like a mix between a werewolf and a-"

The door opened again and Geoff through his stuff under Freddy's bed. He glared one final time at Winston then began unpacking. This new fellow - who must be Sam - had bleach blonde hair. His skin was a perfect Californian tan, making his offset hair paler. His eyes were the shade of blue that could pop no matter what, the kind Gracie liked, the kind Winston lacked with his brown ones.

"Hello, I'm Sam. I'm a werewolf." He smiled and Winston saw his fangs. "Based on where your things are, I'll take this bunk." He strutted over and started unpacking. He smelled like cologne with a hint of perfume. "I am straight, by the way. Please do not hit on me." Freddy's smile faded and was replaced with a longing that he'd never receive.

"I'm Winston." After saying it, he regretted it. It sounded too cliché for him, but Sam just smiled. He held out his hand.

"Very nice to meet you, Winston. I don't suppose you have a girlfriend?"

At this comment Geoff piped in. "I have a girlfriend; her name is Lucy and she is a beautiful goblin. Unfortunately, she doesn't go here, otherwise we'd be in a co-ed dorm together and-"