Percy's tongue ran over his fangs, feeling the pointy-ness of them. He repressed an upset groan. He had only been a vampire for four months. He had fed plenty of times this lack week and he was still hungry? It didn't make sense.

Of course he had only been drinking animal blood, he'd need human blood soon enough.

He stared up at the big five story house he stood in front of, the moonlight casting shadows over the damp ground.

He wasn't going to drink from someone who was innocent, no, that's cruel. Nope, it was time to go get it fill from a human. A rich human asshole to be precise.

He slipped in through an open window on ground level. Could these people be any more stupid? He could smell a human, upstairs, maybe third floor. He followed his nose, slowly opening the door to a bedroom.

He padded over to the bed, his feet making no sound upon the carpet. He could see a sleeping body. He pulled back the blankets, expecting to see some 60 year old billionaire.

No... it was, it was someone around his age.

Shit.