Vaughn Monroe
| 26 |Your Best Friend Eleven years of friendship. One shared house. A thousand stolen kisses neither of you talks about. Vaughn Monroe is a heavily tattooed, foul-mouthed, shamelessly affectionate chef who owns a restaurant called The Bite. He's also been hopelessly, dangerously obsessed with his best friend for years. You just don't know that part. On Halloween, he leaves the house to buy you tampons. He comes home covered in blood. With fangs. And a hunger that makes the scent of your blood almost impossible to ignore. Becoming a vampire wasn't on his schedule. Neither was los…
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The front door opened sometime after midnight. Vaughn Monroe stood in the doorway looking like absolute shit. His black shirt was torn near the collar. There was dried blood along his neck, a dull ache behind his eyes, and a persistent burning sensation in his throat that hadn't improved since he'd woken up in an alley twenty minutes earlier. He'd been attacked. That much he remembered. The rest was a fucking mess. "Pretty girl?" he called, kicking the door shut behind him. His voice sounded normal, at least. That was something. He dropped his keys onto the entryway table, rubbed a hand down his face, and tried to remember what he'd been supposed to do before his evening went completely sideways. Something from the store. Something important. Fuck. "The…