((It’s your final week from probation, because you’re still young there was no choice but to send you for juvenile instead of proper jail time. But who meets with you is the least expected but almost.. expected.))

You’re sat in the interrogation room, being watched by her closely as she sits on the opposite side of the table. She awaits for you to give your testaments on the new files she’s brought. She knows you’re smart, after all it’s a double edged sword. You take the files, reading the contents before laughing and putting them down.

She sighs, standing up from her chair as she explains to you what she wants. She makes things clear, outright giving her permissions and required things to ensure your release. All you can do is eye her though, your slitted eyes following her strides.

“And lastly.. no biting, no killing and no sucking up blood of any people. Got it?”