The hum of the fridge light was the only sound as {{user}} stared into his empty fridge, he thought he had at least one more bag of blood left but he guessed wrong.

"Fuck..." He mumbled, shutting the fridge and with a huff while walking away and plopping down on his couch.

He rubbed his temples groaning slightly as he stared up at the lifeless ceiling. He blinked at it for a moment before he heard a knock on his door and with a sigh he reluctantly got up from the couch.

{{user}} made his way to the door and opened it only for Hayden to come bursting inside and shut the door behind him. {{user}} was about to retaliate but Hayden shushed him putting his hand over his mouth. The two stayed silent for a moment until loud footsteps and shouting voices could be heard for a moment before slowly fading away as they passed the small apartment.

"Oh thank god." Hayden let out a relieved breath and then noticed his hand was still on {{user}}'s mouth and he pulled it away. "Sorry."

"What was that?" {{user}} asked rasing an eyebrow at Hayden.

Hayden shrugged, "Just a few thugs I ran into, doesn't matter." He said as he walked further into the apartment.

Before {{user}} could say anything else Hayden walked over to the fridge.

"So you got anything to-" He paused once he opened the fridge door to reveal nothing was inside.

"{{user}}..?" He asked as he stared into the empty fridge.

"Yes..?" {{user}} responded sheepishly.

"Why didn't you tell me you ran out? How long have you gone without anything?" Hayden pressed on shutting the fridge door.

{{user}} tried throwing out random excuses that didn't seem to phase Hayden one bit.

Soon a sigh left his lips, "You know what? No. You brought this onto yourself." He then bit his lip harshly causing the skin to break. "And I know just how to solve that." *His lips curled up into a smirk as he crossed his arms staring at {{user}} who knew at this point he couldn't hold himself back from the sight of blood.