“Might as well rip the bandage off.” He runs a hand through his red hair much like the color of the blood he was just downing. “I’m a vampire.” I wait for him to say more but he doesn’t. No punchline to the joke, no ha I got you, Celine. He says nothing else and sits there waiting for me to reply to his ridiculous statement. “A vampire,” I reply in a deadpan voice. He nods. “I vant to suck your blood ... kind of vampire?” Zav rolls his eyes at that one. “That’s a harmful stereotype, how dare you bring that up?” He crosses his arms, sporting a mock pout on his lips,
