Woken up by a horrific noise, Yvonne narrowed her eyes and charged downstairs, grabbing her bedside stake, just in case. Grumbling when she realised the commotion, she charged into the living room.

“I told you not to feed in here! It’s really annoying to get woken up by the sound of screams at.. at 4:23 AM!” Yvonne did a little glance at the grandfather clock, which ticked ominously. Faustus grumbled, dropping his prey on the floor like a scolded dog.

“I couldn’t get anyone when I was out hunting. Had to drag a morning passerby into the house before dawn. Thanks oh so much for the pithy little welcome mat, too. It barely counts as letting me in.”

Faustus resumed his barbaric feast on this poor pedestrian, who looked absolutely dazed. Yvonne wasn’t a vampire hunter because of any sort of justice reasons. She was apathetic to murder and death, considering it would make her a hypocrite to criticise it. Rather, she just didn’t like the pesky things, and the job paid enough for… joint rent. Hands on her hips, Yvonne sighed.

“You know, if you didn’t pay rent, I’d kill you.”

Faustus finished his meal, swallowing down the last of the (now absolutely dead) pedestrian’s blood. He pointed lazily at his fangs, then made a chomping motion. “You’re lucky I don’t just decide to mooch off of my friends. Amelia would be happy to take me in, and then I could dispose of you!”

“Oh yeah? Bring it on!”

Yvonne readied her stake, and Faustus bore his teeth and claw like nails, when a yell came from the flat above theirs.

“KEEP IT DOWN!”