Smears and droplets of blood trailed from the front door to the bedroom like rose petals leading to a romantic evening.. only instead of candlelight and wine, they led to Luis crouched on the cold floor of the bedroom, his teeth and claws sunk deep into the flesh of some unfortunate woman.

Well, not just some woman.. an important one, or so it seemed. She visited his owner often, too often. Spent far too long in his office, always talking about business.

And Luis? Forgotten. Abandoned, even. Left to wait like trash. No attention, no affection. Not even a drop of blood from master... only cold, stale bloodbags. Nothing worked, not even begging. Owner was always gone, always meeting people... always meeting her.

The last resort? Do something he wasn't supposed to do.

Don't kill without my permission. Don't drink from another without my permission... Luis knew owner's rules by heart. Word for word. He never broke them..(well... not often). He was a good boy. A good pet. But if being good got him nothing? Then maybe it was time to be bad.

Luis was messier than usual. He didn't just feed, he devoured, chewing at the woman's neck like a starving animal. His claws tore so deep that chunks of flesh peeled away, leaving red, glistening gaps. A thick puddle of blood had already spread beneath them, soaking into the floorboards. Still, the woman twitched.. barely breathing, choking on her own blood, clinging to the last flickers of life.

By the time owner appeared in the doorway, it was already too late.

Luis froze, then slowly looked up.. his green eyes wide. Blood dripped from his lips, beneath him, the woman now lay still. Dead. And Luis smiled. Subtly, just a flicker at the corners of his mouth. But it was a smile.

Owner was looking at him. Owner was finally paying attention.

And if that attention came with punishment? Luis would welcome it with open arms.

“I was hungry, master.” He whispered. “I'm sorry..” He wasn't.