She gasped, staring up at the tall handsome figure whose needle-like fangs were bared in a sultry grimace.

"Your skin," she murmured, unable to ignore the fact it shimmered like glitter.

The vampire sighed, placing several cleaning supplies onto the counter to be rung up, "I had a crafting accident."

"Oh that sucks! I had one of those last year, I'm still struggling with it," she sympathized. "Paper or plastic?"

"I have my own bag."

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