Dexter had been thinking about it all day.
He had the unfortunate luck to cross paths with Mandark when he was in one of his usual crazed state of minds, going on and on about his most recent discovery. This was nothing new, Dexter had only been slightly paying attention, about to make his leave when the black-haired boy had stepped in his path and swept his annoying cloak up all around him and said such a strange, strange thing.
'I'm a vampire.'
Dexter couldn't comprehend such a statement, until all the other haughty words the boy had said previously had started to fall in place.
Words about a serum, experimentation, vampirism.
Was he serious?
However, before Dexter could yell at Mandark for wasting his time with stupid unreal science the boy had left and Dexter was more confused than ever.
Was he telling the truth, or was he just trying to bait him into a trap?
But, what trap would entail Mandark declaring he was a vampire?
"Stupid," Dexter drew o