AN: Reminder the plots of the fanfictions that the Harrys come from are old stories I've made before but never posted or shared and sorry if there are any mistakes or errors.

"Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell."

Daddy Harry retracted his head back to blink at me in confusion, furrowing his brows as he gave me a look.

"What?"

"I said mitochondria is the powerhouse of the fucking cell, did I stutter?" I said with a straight face, smiling slightly when he let go of my wrists and took a step back away from me, no longer pinning me against the wall as I grinned.

That's right, feel the awkwardness buddy cause I ain't doing this shit.

A ringtone suddenly rang in the air, making Daddy Harry retrieve his phone from his pocket, hesitantly answering after he read the caller ID on the screen as he continued to watch me.

"What. I'm busy." He snapped into the reciever, running his tongue along his lower lip as his eyes roamed my body making me jump slightly in the air and snap my fingers when I landed back on my feet before pointing at him with a straight face like a boss.

"Uh... right..." He said, looking slightly freaked out when I continued to stay in my pose as he shook his head, coming out of his daze.

"Fine. I'll be there." Harry grit out before he ended the call, putting the device back in his pocket as he looked at me.

"I suggest you stay away from me," He suddenly said, clearing his throat and running his hand through his long hair obviously trying to regain his composure as I scrunched my face up at him, bringing my hand up and flipping it upwards so my palm was facing the ceiling above and my fingers were slightly curled.

The fuck.

"Weren't you the one who pinned me against the wall..."

"I know." He cut me off, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt as he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek.

"I apologize. Like I've said, I usually have better... control." He said, his adams apple bobbing up and down as we stared at eachother.

"Stay away." Was his last gruff retort before he turned and walked out, leaving me in the hallway, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I watched him exit the building.

"Holy shitttt... you guys." I breathed into my wrist watch with wide eyes, trying to contact the main trinity before I darted outside to the parked car.

"You guys would not believe which Harry this one is." I immediatly blurted out when I got into the front seat, having Prince, Assassin, and Psycho Harry all turn to look at me with curious expressions.

"Who?" They all asked.

"Daddy Harry..." I said through my teeth, giving them a "yikes" kind of look before placing my hands on the steering wheel, starting the engine as my eyes scanned the parking lot, making me lean forward in my seat when I spotted Daddy Harry walk into a sleek expensive looking black car, a chauffer actually holding the car door for him.

Course he's got that mula.

"What... I thought I was Daddy Harry what the fuck, I want a refund." Psycho Harry complained in a slightly disappoinmented tone from the backseat as Assassin Harry scoffed besides him.

That one scoffs a lot.

"If anything I would be the Papi." Assassin Harry countered before the two of them erupted in a loud argument behind me on who's more daddy as fuck as I followed the black car.

"I'm afraid I'm a bit confused. Why would you all wish to be Lady Liza's father?" Prince Harry asked from besides me, giving the two a questioning look as they stopped their yelling to stare at him.

"Oh, per l'amor di Dio, come here." Assassin Harry said in a deep voice, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before he gestured Prince Harry to move towards him a bit as he whispered something into his ear.

Psycho Harry let out a laugh when Prince Harry's eyes widened at whatever the Assassin was telling him, his face flushing as his jaw dropped and he slowly sat back with a tense body, avoiding my gaze.

"Well I say..." Prince Harry mumbled under his breath with wide eyes, staring at nothing in particular in front of him as he rubbed his reddening face with an uneasy smile.

"You guys stop corrupting him." I scolded the two, Psycho Harry raising his fist for Assassin Harry to bump, only to be ignored.

The Psycho and Assassin then continued to get into a heated debate on who was the Daddy in the group as I drove and turned around the corner.

"I would like to sincerely apologize for my inappropriate outburst this morning, I'm still ashamed of the obscenities that left my mouth." Prince Harry suddenly said, his voice soft as he slouched in his seat and looked out the window with a slight frown, avoiding my gaze.

"Aw hey, it's fine. Don't sweat it, trust me, that's nothing compared to what the other new Harry told me back there." I shrugged, patting his tense shoulders before he turned to me.

"Pardon me for disagreeing my lady but it is anything but fine, a man should always respect a woman and saying such crude, unrefined words to a lady such as you outside of the bedroom is unacceptable. By god if I ever heard anyone speak to you in that way I would strike them where they stood." Prince Harry said in a clear voice, looking at me in determination as I blinked at him in shock.

"Hey, but that last sentence though. Does that mean you'd talk dirty to a girl if you were in the bedroom." I couldn't help but tease him, wiggling my eyebrows at him as I gave him a slight nudge with my shoulder, making a sly dimpled smile slowly form over his handsome face before he chuckled.

"If it pleasures my woman, then yes." He said with a bold smirk, playing with a strand of my long curly brown hair between his fingers as he held my gaze.

"Pfft! Did it get hot or...." I trailed out, quickly looking away from his intense flirtatious stare with wide eyes, my heart racing as I started to hypervenilate and quickly began manually rolling down the window of the car door besides me.

God it was so weird, Daddy Harry said way more... descriptive things to me but jeez, a few words from Prince Harry and I was a goner.

"What the hell. Who taught this fucker how to seduce!" Psycho Harry snapped from the back as Assassin Harry let out a low whistle before mumbling an "oh he's good" under his breath.

••

I always said I was going to just quit school and become a stripper.

Didn't think I was serious.

"He owns a fucking strip house, are you shitting me right now!" I exclaimed in frustration when we had finally followed Daddy Harry's car to wherever he was going, our vehicle parked just outside the luxurious looking building as he got out of his car, now dressed in an expensive looking brand suit that he probably must have changed in during the drive.

Not only was Daddy Harry a recovering sex addict but he was also rich and a fucking pimp who owned a strip club.

That must've been some hard core shit I was reading.

I've also got a few theories about this whole wish thing.

Since some of the qualities in fanfictions were leeking into the real world, like these weird time lapses that I was getting pretty used to, my parents, now I assumed that when I first meet the new Harrys from the different stories, they're immediatly attracted to me, like if I was taking place of the main character in their fanfiction.

Frat Harry and Teacher Harry wanted to fuck me but eventually the attraction faded since I didn't really obey them which made them lose their interest in me.

I just don't understand why the attraction didn't fade for the Psycho, the Prince, or the Assassin.

"Hey um... just wandering but, you guys do know you all look the same and have the same names right? Like, you got an explanation for that?" I said, turning in my seat to look at the three Harrys as they all exchanged looks.

"Aw hey we don't look that similar. I'm way hotter than these two pumpkin."

"Hillarious." Assassin Harry remarked with a straight face.

"I speculated it was the doing of this kingdom, in one land there were three suns like I had said before. I've experienced many commodities during the places I've ventured, I assumed that having more than one me is just one of the strange entities here, along with those horrendous colorful oversized shoes with holes on them." Prince Harry said with a small nod.

"You mean crocs." Psycho commented from the back.

"Ah yes, those."

Alright fair enough.

I then shifted my gaze to Assassin Harry and raised my brow at him.

"My theory's that the government is behind all this. They obviously wanted to clone more assassins for their project but I believed that there were some slip ups in the process of the cloning, which made these deffected dillusional clones." Assassin Harry said without looking up as he loaded his gun and nudged his head towards the Prince and the Psycho.

Understandable.

"Alright Cuckoo for Coco Puffs, what's your explanation?" I asked, making everyone turn their heads to Psycho Harry as he smiled at us.

"I hear voices in my head, seeing more than one me is nothing." He shrugged as we all blinked at him for a few moments.

It was quiet for a couple of seconds as we all continued to look at him.

"Point taken, let's go." I said with a smile, unbuckling my seat belt before we all got out of the car.

Yes, let's all just take a field trip to the strip club down the street, yeah, no big deal, just another average day with the multiple Harry Styles's-s-s.... however many s's there are at the end of that name.

"What do you mean we can't get in?" I blurted out in bewilderment, motioning towards the three Harrys behind me in irritation at the large bouncer in front of the building.

Turns out the place wasn't just an ordinary run of the mill strip house, apparently it had only the best adult entertainers inside that only performed for old or middle aged high class rich business men who couldn't go to their botoxed wives for their cheap pleasures.

"First of all little girl, I just let the real owner of the club get in a few minutes ago and although these... actors look similar to Mr. Styles they aren't him. Second of all you're a minor, a teenage girl like you shouldn't be here with her.." The bald man paused, shifting to the side to look at the others behind me before turning back to me.

"With her pimps so I suggest you leave and go get some starbucks, or whatever people at your age do." He finished with a stern face, probably glaring at me through his black glasses as I sent him an offended look, placing my hands on my hips and gaping up at him in frustration.

"You know what, I got this, I got this." I said, not even bothering to look back as I stopped the three Harrys from advancing forward before I pursed my lips in a smug smirk, walking closer to the large body guard before resting my elbow on the side of his muscular arm since he was too tall for me to lean on his shoulder.

"We'll keep this between you, and me bud..." I whispered, turning my head left to right to check if the perimeter was clear before casually sliding a small piece of paper into the front pocket of his suit and winking at him, probably looking like I had a twitch in my eye as he tried to lean away from me.

When the guard shifted away enough to create a fair distance between me and him he took the small piece of paper from his front pocket, his brows creasing together as he look down at it.

"Five dollar coupon for Yummi's Yogurt." He read out loud in an uninterested voice before turning his head to look at me.

"Free choice of toppings too, and there's more where that came from if you let me and mis amigos inside if you catch my drift." I said with a smile, nodding my head at him before turning to the three Harrys and putting a thumbs up.

Assassin Harry slapped the palm of his hand to his forehead and shook his head.

"My god, she's a fucking child." I heard him mumble under his breath before he advanced forward, placing his large hand over the top of my head, leading me back a few steps by my head until he stood in front of me.

Assassin Harry made his way over to the tall beefy body guard, ignoring him and brushing passed him for the door until the man caught his wrist before he could reach for the handle.

"I suggest you take your hand off me." Assassin Harry grit out in a low threatening voice that made the guard slightly shudder a bit at his tone before he cleared his throat and regained his composure.

"Sir if you don't step away from the door I'm afraid I'll have to-"

Before the man could even finish his sentence Assassin Harry suddenly grabbed the hand on his wrist, quickly twisting the bouncer's arm in a painful manner, turning the large being around until he fell to his knees in surprise, the poor guys' wrist now probably broken judging by the loud snap noise that echoed in the air before Assassin Harry went behind and snapped his neck.

The guard fell to the floor, lifeless and all in a span of less than five seconds as I gawked at Assassin Harry who had a neutral expression on his face, like he didn't just kill someone with the flick of his wrist.

Haha look at the flick of his wrist.

I hate myself.

"Wow, that was pretty messed up and that's coming from me." Psycho Harry noted, rubbing the back of his neck as we all stared at the dead body on the floor making Assassin Harry rolls his eyes.

"Seriously you two really need to stop with the killing alright, just do what I do. I've been knocking people from left to right, sure it may cause brain damage but you don't have to kill them." I reasoned, gesturing to the Psycho and Assassin who looked passive at my request.

"If I just did the whole killing thing like you two Psycho Harry would be dead by now." I said, shrugging as Psycho Harry shuddered and bit his lip.

"That shouldn't have turned me on as much as it did." He chuckled in a husky voice as we all turned to stare at him.

"That shouldn't have turned you on at all." Assassin Harry commented, giving the Psycho a look as he opened the door for us to get in.

I've never been in a strip house before but I could tell you right here right now that it was not what I was expecting.

Yeah sure there were half naked woman dancing exotically around poles and even topless woman casually walking around offering expensive looking cigars and sparkling water but everything just seemed really fancy and classy despite all that.

Like they even had sparkling water and everything.

I'm talking satin curtains, red velvet carpets and couches and the air smelled like brand name expensive cologne and smoke.

"Oh fuck me, this is like a pumpkin patch, all different shapes and sizes here..." I heard Psycho Harry trail off, rubbing his hands excitedly as he checked out a voluptuous braless woman passing by before running his tongue over his lower lip, his dark green eyes trailing over her body even when she left making me send him an uneasy look.

"Hey, no carving." I said under my breath, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and pulling him until our faces were only inches apart so he could see how serious I was under the dim lighting of the place, I didn't want to have to deal with any more deaths.

"You know me so well." He said in a low voice, a dimpled smirk forming over his face as he tried to lower his lips down to mine before I felt a large hand grip my hip, pulling me away until I was pressed against Prince Harry's chest.

He sent Psycho Harry a small glare before looking at me.

"You alright Lady Liza? This place is a bit too lewd for my taste, I would feel more at ease if you were close at my side so I can keep an eye on you if that is alright." He said, looking more at the middle aged rich men lounging around the place with wandering eyes, holding me tighter if they so much as  glanced my way rather than checking out the strippers like Assassin Harry and Psycho Harry.

"I'm fine, thank you. I just need to find- hey where'd everyone go?" I questioned, looking behind me to find the Assassin and Psycho no where in sight, only to spot them across the room in the lounge area, Assassin Harry enjoying a lap dance from a graceful blonde while Psycho Harry was being lead into a private room by a beautiful dark skinned woman as he turned and gave me an excited thumbs up.

I gaped at them in shock before shaking my head, snapping out of my daze and smiling.

I guess the guys did deserve a little entertainment and relaxation.

And the sex.

"Cigar?" A busty red head with tassles on her nipples offered Prince Harry in a sweet voice as he kept his eyes on her face.

She got nipple tassles though.

"No thank you." He smiled, runng his hand through his hair and giving her a polite curt nod before shifting closer to me.

"There he is." I said, my eyes widening when I spotted Daddy Harry in what looked like the VIP room, conversing with a few body guards as Prince Harry looked between me and him.

"I've heard of the things that are done when one has a Daddy fetish. I don't want you anywhere near him by yourself. Let me guess, he has attempted to touch you and press you against a hard surface without so much as your permission, is that correct? It's sickening." Prince Harry growled in a stern voice, using an authoritative tone with me as he avoided my gaze, his body tense when he linked my arm with his and escorted me to the VIP room of the building.

"You're just a good proper guy." I couldn't help but tell him, reaching and squeezing his hand in reassurance before Daddy Harry spotted me, a look of confusion and surprise on his face as he watched me.

"Liza, what are you- what are you doing here?" He asked when he came over, meeting me halfway as I furrowed my brows at him.

"How do you know my name-"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Daddy Harry sighed with a distraught look on his face as Prince Harry stiffened and held me close by his side.

"Tell you what?" I asked in confusion as we looked at eachother.

"Can we talk in private. Please." Daddy Harry beckoned, his gaze flickering over to Prince Harry before looking back at me as I narrowed my eyes and slowly nodded.

"I'm afraid that won't do. Frankly I don't trust you alone with this beautiful lady here." Prince Harry cut in, not even phased by Daddy Harry's glare as I turned to him with a small smile and before I could stop myself I went on my tiptoes and pecked his cheek, catching the both of them off guard as Prince Harry blinked in surprise, looking at me with a dazed smile.

He's so fucking cute I swear.

"I'll be fine." I told him, unlinking our arms and going with Daddy Harry into the VIP room, leaving Prince Harry there with a stunned expression, turning to give him a thumbs up before I watched him place his hand over his cheek where I had kissed him as a dimpled smile formed on his face before the door closed.

"That your boyfriend." Daddy Harry suddenly grumbled, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he watched me while I looked around the room, realizing it was just the two of us inside the plush dimly lighted space before he sat down, resting his elbows on his knees gesturing me to sit across from him which I followed.

Does he not notice that he looked just like him?

This wish was just getting weirder and weirder by the day.

"Nah he's my husband." I said, making Daddy Harry spill the scotch that he was pouring into his glass cup as he snapped his wide eyes up to me in shock.

"Kidding! Kidding!" I said, bringing my hands out in front of me in caution when the drink in his hand started to shake and I thought he was going to break the glass cup as he grit his teeth.

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath before attempting to wipe some of the liquid on his suit with a few napkins on the table as he placed the drinks down.

"Why didn't you tell me." He repeated again, his tone serious as he looked at me.

"What are you talking about-"

"Why didn't you tell me you were Darol's daughter." He finished, his shoulders tense as I tilted my head to the side and squinted my eyes at him.

Actually my dad was named Hanish.

But why did the name Darol sound so familiar...

"Look, if I'd known that you were his daughter I wouldn't have- I wouldn't have done what I did back there at that center." Daddy Harry was talking again, darting his tongue out to wet his lips as he threaded his long fingers through his brown waves of hair.

"I'm sorry for your loss. Darol was my best friend and I never knew he had a daughter until, until I got the call and papers a few moments ago telling me that he intrusted me to be your guardian when he was gone." He finally finished and that's when my eyes widened in realization.

I remember this fucking story.

I forgot the name of this fanfiction but I remember that it was erotic and smutty as hell.

It was about a girl whose only family passed away in a terrible car accident, which was her father.

Her father, Darol I assume, was friends with Harry, so they were around their early thirties.

As close friends Darol wanted Harry to take care of his daughter if anything should happen to him- not knowing that Harry was actually a recovering sex addict with a Daddy kink who owned a stripper club.

Things then got messed up as hell when Harry becomes secretly attracted to the girl he is supposed to take care of and it gets hella kinky from then on.

It was kind of annoying, the girl kept trying to seduce Daddy Harry and tempt him and it was  just so weird but I was way too far into the story to stop even if it had smut in like every chapter.

"Aha, you so fucked up back there.... You were like dayum call me daddy babgirl and then you're like ah shit she a minor though." I laughed, wanting to tease him as he gawked at me, the dialogue I was using not familiar to him as I threw my head back and cackled.

"Can we just- can we just pretend it never happened? Look I want to respect your father's wish, you'll be like- like the daughter I never had." He swallowed, looking pained as he fidgeted with the collar of his suit.

"That's not what you said in Chapter five."

"What?"

"What....." I trailed off in an awkward high pitched voice, smirking as he sent me a look before chuckling and shaking his head, looking down at the gold rings on his fingers.

This was so awkward, I read one Daddy kink book in my whole entire life since I'm not really into that kind of stuff and this happens.

"Let's start over." He said, clearing his throat before reaching his hand out for mine for a handshake.

"I'm Harry. You'll be under my care from now on." He introduced as I scrunched my face at him at how casual this was.

Oh yeah your dad died so yah know, Ima be your papa now.

Fanfics.

"Sweet, I'll take a sugar daddy anyday, I'm Liza, the girl you now have to take care of." I joked, playing along as I shook his hand as he took in a shakey breath at my words.

"Uh, Harry is fine. Please don't- don't call me Daddy." Daddy Harry ironically said, chuckling nervously as he retracted his hand back and shifted in his seat, trying to adjust his pants before looking at me.

"So... we okay?" He said, pursing his lip as he sent me an awkward look.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"That's...That's great. Oh here, let me." Harry said when he noticed I was trying to get some sparkling water in my cup, leaning forward and reaching over the table for the bottle in my hand, grabbing the drink and trying to pour into my cup only for his hand to lightly brush against my chest making the both of us freeze.

"Oh my god you just grazed my boob!" I pretended to freak out, watching as Daddy Harry paled, his whole body frozen in shock as he began to stutter.

"I'm sorry! I didn't- I was- I mean well compared to what I did to you back at the center that's nothing but fuck I'm sorry- I uh-" He fumbled out, quickly retracting his hands back as I laughed.

He sure didn't act like this in his fanfiction.

He was more demanding and less nervous since the main character was the one who kept whimpering and stuttering a lot.

"It's cool, I was kidding." I grinned as he ran his hand through his hair and let out a breath.

"I swear you're already giving me gray hairs kid." He said in a breathless laugh as I smiled and sipped at my cup of sparkling water.

"You're only thirty five..... ha... right?" I questioned in an unsure tone as he smirked.

"Thirty one actually." He corrected in a smooth voice, running his fingers along his bottom lip as he watched me.

"You're... seventeen?" He then asked, raising his brow as I brought my lips inward and nodded, awkwardly rocking back and forth in my seat not knowing what else to do.

"Yeah I'm a minor. I'm like, a child. A fetus." I emphasized the words as I eyed him.

"I'd say you're anything but a child." He mumbled back, avoiding my gaze before looking back at me with a determined expression.

"As your guardian I do need to set a few rules with you. I won't tolerate disobedience. If you don't follow what I tell you then there will be... punishments." Daddy Harry informed, his voice sounding raspier at the last word as I raised my brows at him.

"Fuck that sounded sexual, I meant like- I take your phone away or whatever shit parents have to do. Fuck I'm sorry, I'm new to this and you're really fucking hot and it's messing me up. I usually don't talk this fast." He suddenly apologized, catching me off guard as I smiled at his words.

Phone.

That's it! What the hell am I doing trying to herd all the Harrys together when really what I needed was to find my phone and go back to the app and undo the wish.

My mom took it and probably hid it somewhere in the house.

Also most importantly....

I was finally called hot by the opposite sex.

And by Daddy Harry too even though that was the same thing he said to the main character in his story so it was probably a programmed response.

But I'll take what I can get.

"Relax, you don't have to be a father figure or anything if it's weird for you. You just gotta pay for my college tuition it's all good." I said, joking around as a small smile of relief spread over his face.

"You know, you're really not what I expected at all... Darol was lucky to have you." Harry said, his voice genuine as I blinked at him for a few moments.

"Who's Darol again?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion making Harry give me a look.

"Your dad...."

"Oh yeah him! R-I-P Darol." I nodded, snapping my fingers in realization.

"I want to make it up to you Liza. Look, I'm your Daddy now so I'm going to take care of you, and that starts with getting you the hell out of this strip club." He said, standing to his feet as I looked up at him.

"Wait, you can call yourself daddy but I can't?"

"Yeah pretty much."

"You should call me mommy." I suddenly blurted out with a straight face.

"No that's gross, I just called you my daughter like five minutes ago." Harry reasoned, making a face of disgust.

"'No that's gross, I just called you my daughter like five minutes ago' yeah okay you also pinned me against the wall and almost humped me in that hallway back there but that's none of my business."

"You're such a pain already." He teased, narrowing his eyes as I brought my hands up and shrugged.

To be honest Daddy Harry wasn't actually as bad as I thought he'd be.

"Come on, this place isn't fit for a young lady to be in." He told me as I stood to my feet, placing his large hand over my shoulder as he led me out of the VIP room and back to the lounge area, his words reminding me of Prince Harry as I looked around for the others.

They were no where to be found.

Daddy Harry grunted a bit, furrowing his brows when he opened the door of the entrance and it hit something on the floor, my eyes widening at the sight of the dead body guard still on the ground.

"Is he..."

"Shhh.... He's sleeping." I hushed Harry, gesturing to the dead body and nudging it to the side with my foot as he sent me a look while he ushered me outside.

"Uh, I actually came in with three other guys but I think they're still in there, they got brown hair, green eyes... they might even look really familiar to you so-"

"I'll get them, you wait out here. Then I'll take you back to my place and you can get settled." Daddy Harry cut me off, rolling up the cuffs of his suit before he went back inside.

Not even five seconds later I saw his head peek out from the door again before he gave me a look.

"Do you uh... do you usually hang out with guys a lot? Is this something I have to worry about-" He asked, clearing his throat as I rolled my eyes.

"My man, just get the other guys and I'll explain everything later." I said in an exasperated tone, watching as he smirked and nodded before going back inside.

I then looked over to the lifeless body on the floor.

"Alright, now to get rid of you..." I trailed off under my breath, bending down and hefting the guy by his feet, dragging his body as I backed up, thinking about dumping the corpse in the large trashcans in the back as I repeatedly said "sorry" under my breath.

I was just really hoping this was a side character from the story and not a real person.

Fuck he's still a real person now thanks to my wish.

I was going to hell with all that late night smut reading anyways.

"I'm sorry- ohhh you're so heavy.. heavy and dead- god I'm sorry." I kept apologizing as I opened the trashcan, trying to link my arms under his armpits before I felt a pair of strong hands grab me from behind causing me to drop the body and scream in surprise.

A bag was then put over my head, blinding me as I screamed, kicking and trying to punch whoever was kidnapping me until my wrists and ankles were grabbed, restraining me as my body was lifted by multiple hands until I was pushed inside a large vehicle.

"Are you fucking serious! Give me a fucking break I swear!" I cursed, screaming at the top of my lungs before I heard a van door slam shut, people murmuring in the small space I was huddled in as they tied my hands behind my back with rope.

All this random shit happening in one day I swear I wasn't made for this kind of stuff.

The cloth bag was finally lifted off my head, strands of my hair sticking to my face as I gawked at the glowing yellow and red eyes that were staring at me in the darkened van.

"He'll be pleased with this one." One of them said, the man's gaze flickering to my neck as he licked his teeth making me focus on the sharp fangs he was sporting along with his red eyes and eye liner.

"Oh my god..." I said in realization, pressing myself against the back of the van to create as much distance between me and them.

"You guys are- are..."

"Yes." One lady confirmed with a small smirk.

"You guys are Hot Topic employees! Holy fuck someone help me!" I screamed, pressing my face against the tinted glass as they all exchanged looks.

"Bitch no, we're vampires." One of them scoffed making me freeze as I slowly turned my head to look at them before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Oh thank god. You guys got me worried there with all that dark clothes and eyeliner thing going on."