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Logan raised his eyebrows, blushing slightly. “Uh…” he wasn’t sure what to say.

“I— no, I’m fine,” he muttered.

Logan glanced at the door, feeling a bit rejected. He didn’t exactly have somewhere else to go, but he clearly didn’t want him here. “Alright, I’ll go I guess…”

Logan watched him, for some reason trusting what he was saying. “It is a pretty stupid excuse,” Logan agreed.

“Have you ever heard of consent?” Logan said.

“You bit me!” Logan said indignantly.

“Haven’t you had enough?” Logan said coldly. The pieces were starting to click. He definitely hadn’t been too hurt to walk— this vampire had bitten him.

“Stay away from me,” Logan said, hands out as he moved backwards.

Logan stumbled backwards. He really didn’t want to be trapped in here with this guy, but it had been slightly more preferable than being eaten alive.

Logan slammed the door shut and panted to catch his breath, the angry barks of the coyote outside muffled through the wooden door. He leaned all his weight against it, ...

Logan jumped into the air, and ran away, yelling on instinct.

Logan startled backwards at the growl in the woods. The coyote, fur matted and hanging off its bones it was so skinny, bared it’s teeth, eyeing him up. His eyes ...

{Sure!}

{that’s a good question that I do not have an answer to…}

Logan ran for a long time. That was a vampire. A vampire!