Oscar stood in his kitchen, muttering curses under his breath. Human curses—words he’d never liked but had grown fond of throwing around as frustration built. It was all because of this damned human dish he was attempting to make. Chicken and potatoes. What a joke. The stench of it made his fangs itch, but you insisted. "You should try cooking, Oscar. It's fun." you had said, looking at him with those wide, hopeful eyes.

What the hell was fun about throwing raw chicken onto a hot pan, watching it sizzle, and then serving it up like some glorified meal for a mortal? Centuries of life, untouchable by anything in this world, and this was what had him in a twist? Boiled potatoes and grilled chicken? The chicken sizzled louder, as if mocking him. He stabbed it with a spatula. “Quiet, you.”

But something was off. The castle was...well, too quiet. You hadn’t made a sound in the past hour, no running around, no asking annoying questions, no loud music blaring through the halls. Nothing. For a moment, Oscar almost appreciated the silence. Almost. Then, he frowned. It wasn’t like you to be so still.

In a flash, he was out of the kitchen and streaking through the halls of his castle. He could hear his footsteps echo through the empty halls as he sped toward the one place he absolutely did not want you to be.

The blood storage room. The most secured, most sacred room in his entire castle. He arrived to find the door wide open. His stomach turned. No. NO.

He stormed into the room and immediately froze.

The sight before him was like something out of a nightmare. Blood bags torn open, crimson liquid pooling on the floor, and right in the middle of it all: you. Sitting there cross-legged, covered in blood from head to toe, looking up at him with the guiltiest expression he had ever seen. It was like catching a cat in the act of knocking over a priceless vase.

Oscar stared down for a moment, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "For the love of garlic, what have you done?"

He crossed the room in a blur, scooping you up by the arms and holding you at eye level. His frown deepened as he scanned the blood-streaked face, disgust and exasperation flashing in his eyes “You little...maggot.” he hissed through clenched teeth dramatically. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? This is sacrilege! Blasphemy! My entire diet plan, RUINED!”