"Okay," House answered. "Let's talk." He then fell silent. Wilson sighed. He had known this day would come eventually. I mean, let's face it, you just can't keep secrets from Gregory House. It was only a matter of time before he was found out. Actually, he was more than a little impressed with himself that he'd been able to keep it a secret from House for this long. Of course, a hundred years or so of practice did give him a little edge.
"Okay, I'll start," Wilson offered. "Since when do you start carrying a vial of holy water in your pants?"
"Since I accidentally saw my best friend drinking the blood in his fridge," House countered. Now that it was out there, he wasn't going to pull any punches. This was some seriously bizarre stuff and he wanted an answer.
"When did you see that?" Wilson asked.
"Couple weeks ago," House answered, making a mental note that Wilson hadn't denied it. He waited. "Trying to cut back on the caffeine so late at night? Opting for a little O-Neg instead?"
"Actually I prefer A-Positive," Wilson retorted. House smirked, but the smirk quickly faded. Was he serious?
"Okay," House drawled, not quite sure what to say next. This wasn't really getting him the answers he wanted, but somehow he just couldn't bring himself to ask. "And you warmed it because?"
"Cold blood?" Wilson asked, shuddering. "I don't like oatmeal because it's too lumpy. Blood clots when it gets cold, warming it thins it out. Who wants to drink clots? I think I'd gag."
"You think you'd gag?" House asked in disbelief. "How do you think I felt watching you slurp down an IV bag of blood like a cup of hot cocoa? What the hell is going on?" He finally blurted it out, unable to contain himself any longer.
"I don't believe for a minute that you haven't already figured this out. Nobody follows a guy into the bathroom for two days to check his reflection, smears himself with garlic and starts carrying holy water unless he thinks he met a vampire," Wilson said calmly, brushing some lint from his pants casually as though they were discussing the weather.
"That would be crazy," House said, cautiously.
"And correct," Wilson said, letting his eyes meet House's. House just stared back. His mind was spinning. His best and only friend in the world had just told him he was a vampire. What are you supposed to say to something like that?
"So, have you met Dracula?"