"If you don't stop trying to slip iron supplements into my morning medications, I will string you up by your toes, boy." Frank didn't like having a house guest, no matter how nice Marein was to him or how good his intentions were. Having a vampire try to slip you iron supplements and get you to eat foods that are high in iron was a red flag to Frank. Why would a vampire try to push all of that on you if they didn't want you to be their next meal?
Frank didn't trust it.
Marein groaned dramatically and draped himself over Frank's couch. "But Frank, it's for your own good!"
"My own good or your stomach's own good?"
That shut him up for a moment, and Frank almost regretted it based on the look Marein was sporting now. "You think I'm trying to fatten you up to eat you? Frank, no. That's not what I'm trying to do at all."
"You're a vampire who's trying to give me iron. You don't think that's a warning sign or something?"
It seemed to explain further why Frank wasn't trusting Marein right now. "I see your point, but that's not what I'm trying to do. I'm sorry, Frank. I'll stop."
Yeah, the kicked puppy was tugging at his heartstrings, and Frank hated it. "At least make it more balanced with other nutrition rather than focusing on the one."
Marein perked up at that, grinning. "So, fruit and kale shakes are good now?"
Frank deadpanned. "Don't push your luck."
"Then how else am I supposed to make sure an elderly human is getting his vitamins?" At Frank's look when Marein called him old, the vampire backtracked. "Not what I meant! Just, your diet is supposed to be a little different at your age and—okay, I'll shut up."
"Probably for the best." Frank finished his coffee and set the newspaper to the side.
Marein planned to drag Frank to the chair yoga class he had planned today and Frank couldn't be more disgruntled about it. Why him? Why did he get stuck with a fitness guru, yoga instructor as his minder? He was content with his current exercise regiment, thank you very much. It didn't require a classroom of people or anything and Frank could go at his own pace.
They had to leave in an hour.
Could he drag his feet a little and stall them so he'd make them late enough that Frank didn't need to go? He was going to give it a shot and hope for the best. It wasn't like Marein required Frank there to teach, right?
Well, he wasn't supposed to leave Frank on his own, so him leaving Frank behind wouldn't be an option. The poofy-haired vampire would be taking Frank with him, whether he liked it or not. Sadly.
On the plus side, he didn't have to see Midas. Frank kept reminding himself of how this could be worse if Midas were his guardian right now. Small miracles.
Soon. Soon they'd see he was harmless and wouldn't squeal and then they'd leave him alone. Frank just had to wait it out.
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A Real Family
ParanormalA veteran finds himself having drinks with the supernatural. If he'd known what would come of it, he'd have shown up sooner.
