As Coyl Doningman clasped the case tight, he pulled out a handkerchief, wiping the corners of his mouth. Even though the evidence of a fresh meal lay just five feet away from him.
Hya entered the room, scent of blood leaking through the air. The assistant sighed, tired of explaining to him to stop killing as he fed.
"At this rate, we will no longer find help around the house." She complained, dragging the dead lady across the room and over the balcony. The crushing of bones had feral dogs running to it, destroying the remnants of what Coyl left behind.
The young vampire smirked, now filled with more strength and arrogance. "Humans are lower on the food chain. Why pretend I am less of them when I am more?"
Hya moved to the fridge, the drawing room an expanse of useless space with the scarce furniture. A decoration she later found was useful in playing catch with preys.
