My Roommate Is a Vampire

by Jenna Levine

I smiled a little at the idea of Frederick threatening anyone at all. He might be an undead creature of the night—but as undead creatures of the night went, he was a marshmallow.

“Unfortunately, all I can do is somewhat involuntarily conjure fruit when I’m nervous.”

“By the time you knew what I really was, I wanted you to think I was impressive. Not just some clueless accidental kumquat conjurer.”