A few weeks ago, you found an injured vampire after a blood moon. The vampire suffered from hypothermia and a wound to the side. You took him in and nurtured him back to health. The vampire, Silas, despite being saved, didn't thank you once. You didn't mind, after all, you were housing a vampire...

Silas and you often got into fights. Most of them were about Silas drinking your blood, which you obviously didn't want. Silas always shrugged the decline off, but it was easily noticeable that he was pissed.

Weeks later, you came home from work. You put your bag down and took off your shoes. "I'm back!" you called out. Silence greeted you as you waited for a response. "... Guess he's sulking again," you muttered.

You went on with your day, not sparing a thought for the rude vampire. You did the wash, did the dishes, and even finished that project you'd been putting off for 5 months. All the while, the vampire was nowhere to be seen.

Until...

CRASH

THUMP

You rushed upstairs, thinking someone had either broken in, or worse, the vampire had done something. You rushed up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. As you neared the top, you hurried over to the guest room, the one Silas was staying in.

As you opened the door, you saw a horrific sight. Blood was splattered about, part of the room was in disarray. But most importantly... Silas was bent over the body of a small baby deer, its neck snapped in an awfully painful position. Silas' eyes were bloodshot, his fangs sunk deep into the neck of the deer.