Craig trailed after Tweek the whole way to the Tweak layre, at least a few cautious feet between them. Alarm bells were ringing in Craig's mind the while, screaming at him to abort, retreat, run away, something other than condemn himself to have his blood drained. Or worse, became one of them. What if Craig only became half-vampire, and his fangs are too short to pierce into his victims' necks? What if he starved from lack of blood? What if he spent eternity in agony because vampires can't die? What if stronger vampires came to pick on him and –

"I don't want to be a v-vampire!" Craig screamed, and Tweek turned around, his eyes wide open. The entirety of the journey, Tweek had been silent. Probably plotting Craig's murder. Now they were standing in front of a coffee shop.

Not that Craig believed it was real coffee, not one bit.

"Calm down, it's just me." Just the causer of Craig's inevitable death. "I won't suck your blood or make you turn." Tweek smiled, shaking his head, resulting in a few honey strands falling into his eyes. It seemed Tweek was a lying vampire. "We're here now, anyway. Did I tell you my parents own Tweak Bros?" He tilted his head and Craig bit his lip so hard it drew blood. He yelped and quickly wiped it away with his sleeve, petrified Tweek would drink from him here and then.

"Come on," Tweek made a grab for his hand, and Craig jolted away, screaming at the sudden move. Tweek raised an eyebrow, and moved back away. Craig might have actually liked to hold Tweek's hand, because Tweek was warm, but Tweek was a vampire and – weren't vampires supposed to be cold-blooded? Craig dismissed the doubt, he was probably thinking too far into it. Tweek was a vampire and that was that.

Craig tried to refrain from pulling at his hair as he followed Tweek through the busy shop, avoiding eye contact with all the strangers. Still, Craig figured should Tweek attempt to take his blood, at least they were in a public place where Craig would have a hope if surviving. That was until Tweek lead him up to the stairs to the Tweak lodgings, and into his bedroom.

Craig figured it looked like an ordinary room, save for the Parrot – that gave him the creeps. Tweek noticed him staring at the monstrous creature in question. "That's James." Tweek smiled, stroking him through the cage. "He's not a talking Parrot, though." Tweek reassured, making Craig shudder. It's always the silent ones who become psychopaths.

"So what do you like to do?" Tweek asked, looking over at Craig, who was frozen in the hallway. "Mom should be done with dinner soon…" Tweek carried on, when Craig didn't respond with anything more than a "GAH!". Craig bet on his life that it wasn't going to be a typical pasta bake. Wait, he didn't mean that! He just cursed his own life! Jesus Christ! Oh no, and he just said a holy being's name in vain! He's going to hell –

Tweek waved his hand in front of Craig's face, approaching him slowly. Craig sped away from him, sitting on the bed. Everyone knew bed's protect you from demons…Tweek only copied him, sitting on the bed. Craig ground his teeth habitually. Tweek's eyes flickered to the TV screen. "Wanna watch TV?" Tweek offered.

Craig gulped. "N-not a – nngh – horror!" He shook his head furiously and Tweek giggled, telling Craig he didn't like them either. Craig watched the screen cautiously as Tweek turned on Red Racer. Craig's eyes lit up, and something fluttered inside of him, making him extremely alarmed, but he was focused on the fact it was his favourite show.

"Gah, this is my f-favourite show." Craig admitted quietly, and Tweek smiled at him, shuffling up on the bed, nearing Craig. Craig's heart thudded, but he didn't move. Not even when Tweek lay his head on his shoulder. After all, he knew if he angered the young vampire he would have no escape from the blonde's wrath.

Yeah, that was it.

P/N*: Hello, guvner. How are you? You read this fic, how kind and jolly nice of you. Did you like it? You should let the author know in the review section, old chap.

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