What happened when a vampire attempted to "pass" as a human back in Victorian times? Well, about the same things that would occur if anybody discovered that their nearest neighbor was an undead blood-sucking fiend who had broken into their home for an uninvited dinner off their sister.
Would they need proof? Well, when the Bannerworth's made their discovery, they needed none. They began proclaiming loudly to anyone nearby that Varney was a vampire. They knew he wasn't attractive, and he fit their idea of what a vampire would look like: pale, odd eyes, outdated clothing, and big white protruding teeth. He looked like a vampire, they named him a vampire, thus; he was a vampire. That was all the proof needed before polishing the stakes and checking the local crypts for possible post-human inhabitants.
For Varney, unfortunately, he really was a vampire. So when the rumors began to fly, he had to take to his heels as well, fleeing hordes of lower-class villagers who knew just how to take care of local vampires: cut their heads off and fill the mouths with garlic, impale them to the ground so they can't flee, burn them and scatter the ashes in running water. Effective treatment for slaying just about anything.
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