"Check your neck." I shakily told my beloved Ink. "That's the only way to know i-if I turned you. Please don't be mad..."
"Oh Dreamy, why didn't you tell me that you're a vampire sooner?" He asked, using the pet name he had given me all those months ago. "If I'm mad about anything it's that you didn't tell me. I'm not mad that I could be a vampire, but that you didn't tell me about what you are." He pulled off his scarf to show a small black bat, the mark of a vampire.
"Inky, I'm not sure how to say this but welcome to life as an immortal child of the night." I told him as I showed him my own bat on my neck. "Come you're probably thirsty."
"Now that you mention it, my throat burns." He admitted, getting out of the bed I had laid him down in.
"I have a mini fridge in the attic. It's full of animal blood." I informed him. "Although it's only accessible by flight."
"We can turn into bats?"
"Hmmh." I hummed. "Do you know how?"
"No."
"Welp, here goes nothing." I picked him up and tossed him out the window. A small bat flew up and glared at me angrily. "I was taught the same way." I shifted myself. 'I'm sorry Inky, it's the way I was taught after I was turned.'
'Don't Inky me, you threw me out the window!' He squeaked.
'I thought you were hungry, let's get you some blood.'
'How do you say that so easily?'
'I'm over 100, things become easier by about ten years in.' I told him. 'I love you Inky.'
'I love you too Dreamy.'
