Cyril's Pov

I was running home, I hope Y/n is already at work. Or else he'll be mad I'm late! I ran into a bush, and grabbed my clothes. I walked out and looked at the a window...... I saw someone, I didn't really think, I just ran to the house, and climbed up, got in, just as she locked her door.

"Excuse me. But, who the he-"

I smelled.... Y/n? If she was an intruder...... She'd be dead..... She's a guest.......

"Oh... My apologies... I didn't know you're a guest. If I had, I wouldn't have presented myself as.......... Rudely......... Um...... My name is Lupainor, Cyril Lupainor, but, Y/n calls me C. Lupus..... Funny..... Anyway, what's your name?"

???: "Jane....... Richardson......"

Jane...... Such a familiar name........ Yeah....... Y/n mentioned that name before............... Odd.....

"Well Miss Jane, care to join me for lunch, and.... I ask you tell Y/n I was home at 4..... He gets mad when I'm late."

Jane: "Sure, Cyril, your..... A werewolf...... Aren't you......."

"Yeah, I am, please don't tell Y/N that you found out, there are few things he gets truly angry at me for, someone so quickly discovering what I am is one of them."

Jane: "Ok, ok, I won't tell him."

"Thank you! Ok. Care for some food? I'm starving."

Jane: "Oh, um, sure."

Both of us walk downstairs, as I leap towards the kitchen door. I walked in and smelled something off......

"Wait a....."

I smelled the poison apples.... They've been.switched... I switch them back. Jane wears a sour expression. But, that suggests something. Something to think about later, for now, FOOD. I got to cooking, she didn't give any preference. I hope that means she'll enjoy what I'm making.

Jane's Pov

Damnit. He switched the baskets back. How did he know... Questions for later, this is my chance to learn more about this Y/n and what the hell he is.

"So, care to tell me about Y/n?"

Cyril: "Well, he's a nice guy, took me in, fed me, saved my life even."

He hands me a plate with a stake, him having his own.

Cyril: He also taught me to cool, so, cheers? Hehehe.

"Sure, but, What, is he?"

Cyril: "An Aristocrat, no, wait, outdated term, Vampire, that's it, you'd call him a vampire."

"What!? A vampire!? Are you pulling my leg? You honestly think I'd believe that?"

Cyril: "it doesn't matter to me whether or not you believe it, what matters is what's true, doesn't matter how many believe it, if it's true, then there will at least be one believer."

He's not wrong, if there is one thing I know, there will always be one believer whether it's a lie or the truth, but he's asking me to believe in vampires? It's just too crazy. Isn't it?

My Pov

I was walking home. It was a full moon out, beautiful night for a walk. Hm, what was that phrase again? If only.