Returning from his stroll, Mackenson goes into his apartment where his roommate is waiting anxiously. As he makes his way in, his roommate is found lying on their leather couch. His roommate shot up, anticipating what he discovered.

“Well? What did you find out? Anything?” Mackenson’s roommate inquired.

“Relax Chansen, I got a feel for the place. It seems the woman who runs it is quite serious about her vampire hunting. Not sure what her obsession is with us bloodsuckers, but I may or may not have stirred her fury.” Mackenson said, chuckling.

Chansen groaned, placing his brown hoodie over his head. Unlike his flashy and rambunctious roommate, Chansen was reserved and was not into his appearance. Wearing a hoodie and darkly colored jeans was his go-to.

“Again Chansen, it is nothing to sweat. As long as we keep our human forms intact, messing with them will only throw suspicion off of us and it’s fun.” Mackenson grinned, patting Chansen on the head.

Chansen ruffled his already messy brown hair and felt as though Mackenson always goes a step too far for his comfort. Chansen adjusted his thickly-rimmed glasses and decided

“Or Mac…you just made us seem more suspicious. Now I have to go down there and analyze it myself. I feel you just set us up for failure.”

“Chance, you wouldn’t trust your bro to make a first good impression?”

Mackenson grinned and Chansen did not return the flashy smile. Chansen noted that one of Mackenson’s fangs was growing in, nearing his transformation. Chansen pointed this out by pointing at his teeth.

“Mac, you gotta drink something or else you will begin too-..”

Mackenson waved off Chansen, knowing that he would spew into a lecture.

“I know, I know. Did you find out any more information about that guy we’re after? Seems he has a few connections in this weirdo town.”

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Chansen lifted himself off the couch and began to pace, thinking about what he was about to say.

“No, I didn’t find much more. I tried to go into a few shops around here and scope out some people that fit the description we were given and I haven’t found much. I wonder if we go out at night if we would have more luck.”

Mackenson shrugged and Chansen ran his fingers through his wavy hair.

“Well, I know you like to “feast” upon what our culprits were after, so maybe I will do more venturing out now that you’re back.”

Mackenson begins to undress and Chansen quickly looks away. Turning red and flustered, he wonders why Mackenson does this every time in front of him. Mackenson was confused by Chansen’s sudden flushed expression.

“Must you do this in front of me every time? I do not need to see you naked…”

“Dude, we're both guys, it's not something you have never seen before.”

“Yeah! But I don’t want to see my brother’s…well ya know!? Can you just go away!?”

“Fine, fine…I am going to hop in the shower since I did a quick job before making my way over to that shop.”

Chansen quickly rushes out of the door and Mackenson can be heard on the other side laughing. Rubbing his eyes and fixing his glasses, Chansen makes his way out of their apartment. Curiosity peaks and Chansen decides to make his way to the shop Mackenson went to. He figured he would make less of an impression. His eyes set on the ground as he placed his hands into his hoodie. Suddenly he then collided with someone due to being lost in his own thoughts. A woman with ginger hair, a face full of freckles, and emerald green eyes immediately got up and offered Chansen a hand. Chansen found himself enthralled with her appearance, he didn’t realize she was speaking to him.

“I’m so, so sorry! Are you okay? You’re not hurt are you?” the woman said

“Uhhh, I’m fine, sorry. I should be the one offering up the hand. I apologize for bumping into you, I wasn’t paying attention.” As Chansen stood up quickly, he heard a crunching sound. Under his shoe, he saw a pair of glasses that were not his. He immediately pieced together that he may have accidentally crushed the woman’s glasses.

“Oh my gosh…I…I am so, so sorry! I can pay for some new ones for you, I feel so bad! I am sorry! I cannot see without mine, so it sucks that I did this. I am so sorry! Seriously I-...”

“Hey, hey, please! It’s okay, I can get them fixed. This isn’t the first time this has happened. My eye doctor can sense when I am coming in for a visit at this point.” the woman giggled as Chansen helped her up.

“Well, if you need, I can run back to my place and grab my spare pair, I am not using them and I still feel very terrible for doing this. Seriously I ca-....”

The woman found Chansen charming and well-natured even. Something that she found rare these days.

“Please, it’s okay. My luck has never been that gracious to me…funny enough that is half of my name. I’m Grace and you’re?”

“I’m Chansen…it was a pleasure and again I am sorry for bumping into you. That was completely my fault.” With a flushed face, Chansen stuck his hand out to shake Grace’s hand. Grace humbly obliged to the gesture and shook his hand.

“Nice to meet you Chansen, I hope I bump into you again. This town may seem huge, but everyone kinda knows everyone around here, it’s what makes this town so spooky to me. Well, I better be on my way, nice to meet ya, and welcome to Salem!”

Chansen chuckled a bit and pressed on quickly to where he was originally headed. They both seemed to walk away, bright red and really did hope they would meet again. Little did either of them realize, they would meet again. The circumstances they meet again however, would haunt and alter their newfound friendship.