Last Vampire.
Melia burst out laughing.
"You're sweet, really," she said, still laughing. "I can see why I didn't bite your collarbone."
"You're, oh my God," he shouted out of nowhere, standing up and backing away.
Melia stood up straight again and faced him.
"What am I?"
"You are... unbelievable!" he exclaimed, and it seemed that everything he had been feeling just a few minutes ago faded away to a feeling of awe. "Biting, 38-degree food, hell, aura," he said to himself, connecting the dots.
"Yes, Orleans, I am a vampire."