Uhhhh Vampire Thing

Prologue

~Brendon's POV~

"You had so many options. The taller ones, they would have been great! The  short one with the hair, he'd probably have been a fucking great vampire! But nooooooo!"

I hadn't seen him this pissed since I managed to get lost in a clothing store.

"You went with this motherfucker, who apologized when YOU attacked HIM."

"Look, it was dark and I'd forgotten my glasses-"

"YOU SHOULDN'T NEED GLASSES, BRENDON. YOU'RE A FUCKING VAMPIRE."

In reality, I'd had a long night. I got rejected by four girls, six guys, and one who I couldn't really tell because they vomited midway through our conversation. I got punched in the face by some dude who called me short, and by that point I just wanted a nap.
I didn't feel like going for someone who'd put up a huge fight, and out of the four targets, he was definitely the least likely to be much of a problem.

Apparently, Ross doesn't care about personal convenience.

"You know what I thought when I saw him? 'Awwww'. If I look at one of your fledglings and think 'awwww', we've got a fucking problem."

"You could always be underestimating him! I didn't look intimidating and look where I am now!"

He leaned back in his chair, and spun around in disgust.

"You're turning guys who teenagers on the internet refer to as 'small beans' into vampires, apparently."

"It's pronounced 'smol'."

He spun back around and looked me dead in the eyes. He hates it when I correct him, especially on stupid shit like this.

"Did I fucking ask?"

I sank into my seat. Ross is unexpectedly intimidating, with brown eyes that, although being bright and deer-like, give an eerie feeling, making looking into them reminiscent of staring into the void.

"Well?" He asks impatiently.

"Oh, sorry, I assumed it was rhetorical-"

I stopped abruptly as he set his head gently on his desk.

"Are you okay?"

His response was slightly muffled by the papers on the desk. "I don't want to talk to you anymore. Get out, tell the kid what's happened, and tell me how it goes."

He sat up, propping his head on his hand so as to look at me. He looked dead inside. (Well, more than the average undead being.)
Jeez, I'm not that annoying, am I?

"Don't come back for at least two days. For such a shitty vampire, talking to you is really quite draining."