Arthur Kirkland, 4th in line successor of his father James Kirkland, a descendant of great count Dracula, opened his eyes to complete silence and darkness of his bedroom. He had learnt to savour this special feeling of peace throughout his long existence. His 23 year long existence. Especially since he moved away 4 years ago, from his home (and family) to another haunted mansion.
Contrary to peasant beliefs, vampires did not live longer then humans. A good amount of their kind died from anaemia before sixty.

Arthur lied in his bed, with a warm and content feeling. He always woke up by himself, just after sunset, he had no need for alarm clocks. He was very proud of his biological clock which worked with the finest precision, making him rise as the night fell. Vampires had nocturnal lifestyle.
Contrary to another popular belief, vampires did not perish when exposed to sun, they just felt very uncomfortable when the rays touched their skin.

Arthur started to shift in his bed, wrapping himself in the duvet and attempting to push a snooze button on his biological clock when he heard cheerful humming. He froze in place. There was no place for that sound in his blissful silence. In that second, his mind conjured several possibilities about the melody's source; TV was left on? a thief broke in? his brothers came to visit? He heard the creaking of the door and he shot up, only to feel extremely dizzy. His head throbingd.
He tried to focus his nocturnal sight but he was always a bit shortsighted with that one, so all he could see was a blurry silhouette. He felt panic rising as the stranger came closer and some more pain for trying to refocus his eyes. The person walked over slowly, trying to feel his way around in the darkness.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

Arthur felt a warm hand land on his forehead. He shrieked in surprise.

"Whoa, easy there cowboy." a cheerful voice said and Arthur felt irritated at the nickname, the loudness and the fact he was not comprehending situation. The pain in his head didn't help. The bed with the vampire sunk as the second person sat on it. "Do you remember when you passed out in front of my car?"

There was a pause, Arthur was trying hard to understand the stranger and calm himself at the same time. The person put a hand on his, probably thinking it would be a reassuring gesture. It only made the vampire uncomfortable. He didn't have a face to face conversation with anyone for more then a year. Arthur loved his solitude.
The stranger figured out the given pause was long enough and waiting any longer would not get him a reply. "Ya know, you really freaked me out. Jumping in front of my speeding car at 2 am. So lucky I didn't hit you" The bed bounced along the other's wild gesticulation "So I stopped and picked you up. You were pale. Anyway, so lucky you didn't get hit. It would be the end of you. And my car. Feeling ok?"

Arthur felt overwhelmed at all the information he got in the span of 20 seconds. He swallowed. "Fine" Even in his ears the voice sounded strange "So where am I now?"

"No worries. You seemed just weak so brought you to my place." There was a heavy palm patting Arthur on the shoulder, sending unwanted vibration throughout his body "You slept for a day."

"What?"

"Didn't find any personal info on you I just brought you over."

"Yes, but "

"Like I said, relax, lie back and don't worry" Arthur felt a gentle push on his chest. Someone was invading his personal bubble. "Everything will be fine after you get some rest. Believe me, Alfred Jones, the most awesome student on the entire medical degree, you just need to rest."

Alfred thought it was the best day of his life. It wouldn't be better, if he had a winning lottery ticket. Excitement was a mild description of what he felt. Obviously, not because he nearly run over a stranger when he was going back home from a party, however it did concerned the said person.

After hauling the other's limp body to his flat (he couldn't leave the poor soul in the middle of a street) he put his 'find' onto the bed. As a student of medical degree he approach the body with a certain confidence of his trade. Firstly inspecting for any injuries or symptoms of substance overuse. No visible harm, no smell of alcohol or pot. What caught his immediate attention was the pale shade of the man's skin. Was he anaemic? Alfred leaned over the body, gently pushing the scarf from the others face. A very handsome face, he noted, with delicate freckles showing over the nose. He lifted an eyelid. The iris was vivid green. Pretty but normal. The pupil was unusual, it's shape was not completely round. Oval. It reminded him of a reptile's eye. Alfred felt a rise of interest for the stranger's apparition. He had to check just to be sure. Slowly, not wanting to wake up the man, he poked the other's lips apart. He nearly squealed like a teenage fangirl on a rock concert. The mouth hosted a pair of long canine teeth. Bingo. The stranger was definitely a vampire.

If vampires did exist, Alfred F. Jones would be their groupie. He was fan that watched every single film and documentary, read all the books and attended the yearly convention for vampire hunters.

Alfred paced his small bedroom, unsure what to do next. He had finally found one. There was no other explanation. At the same time, a voice in his head said it wouldn't be wise to get his hopes up. Again.

He needed to calm down. Last time he let his imagination run wild, he ended put stalking the new transfer student Olaf. It was a small misinterpretation on his side. He saw the Norwegian sucking on his friend's neck during their get-to-know party. Next day, there was a purple bruise on Mathias' neck. It was easy to add these two together, at least in Alfred's pure mind.
Unfortunately, Olaf was not a descendant of Dracula.

Alfred took the liberty and delicately touched and spread the unconscious man's lips. Yep. Definitely a long fang there. Feeling suddenly very curious, he started to reexamine the whole body. Alfred leaned over the stranger and scrutinized him inch by inch. A close look at a living specimen. His own vampire. So, teeth, eyes checked. Shaggy hair, white skin, wow, the eyebrows. Should he write all of it down, or even better take a few pictures? Alfred shifted himself lower and gazed at the chest. His new, unconscious acquaintance could use a bit more muscles, he looked flimsy. Oh, very long fingers. A real aristocrat's hand.

The man wore a tad strange clothes for Alfred taste. A scarf, grey t-shirt, black jeans and jacket. Too normal. Not something you would associate with vampires. No velvet, frilly shirts, nothing goth style. The attire was definitely out of place.

After looking on the t-shirt for couple of minutes, Alfred decided that it was absolutely necessary to look underneath. Just to check if his new friend was not injured by something. A silver object embed into the flesh, a cross cut onto the skin or wood staked through the heart could inflict great damage. Vampires were such delicate creatures. Trying not to tremble, he lifted the fabric with his hand. Underneath Alfred didn't see anything out of ordinary. A bit of disappointment.
The sight was mesmerizing despite it's normalcy, so Alfred stared. He felt like Indiana Jones (coincidence of surnames?) finally holding the holy grail. He would probably burn thought the stranger's stomach with his eyes, if the other didn't start to stir in his sleep. The t-shirt was quickly returned to it's original place. No harm done.

Alfred slowly rose from his spot and walked towards the door. Before the stranger-turned-friend would wake up, he would attempt to clean up his little flat. It was absolutely crucial to make a good first impression.

Alfred came back to the bedroom half an hour later, to shut the blinds before the sun rose. He didn't want his visitor turning into a pile of dust.
"Gotta keep you safe buddy." he said, tucking the limp form under the blanket. He felt fuzzy warm inside, like that time he picked up a stray puppy from the street. The dog, Rocky, was now seven and stayed at his parent's house.