PROSE MODE.
"Why are we here Seth?"
It was Sunday night. Melody had quite a lot to do tomorrow, she wanted to get some decent amount of sleep before she might actually drop dead from exhaustion or something worse.
Why did he drive her downtown to this deserted park? She could never really figure out what goes on in his head sometimes.
"Weren't you curious about the twenty-third? I wanna show you my wings."
You'd think a statement like that would move a fairy. But actually, Vampires only have their wings functional for three months after the red moon night.
Then it disintegrates, ready to grow once more on the next red moon night. His wings would be gone in about three weeks from now. It was already the last day of January.
Melody's eyes widened in anticipation as he took a step back from her. He'd already prepared another shirt for when the wings rip through this one.