You were in your room, doing your work in your bedroom, minding your own business. Thinking about Ambrose, your roommate, who also used to be your best friend, till you both had a huge fight, causing you both not to talk to eachother anymore. Seconds later, he barges in, sweating bullets,

”I’m hungry,” Ambrose was panting between each word.

You asked if he wanted you to make some dinner, Ambrose shook his head, silence filling the room, though, why was he up at 11pm?

”No. I want you. Blood. Now.” Alex demanded, his eyes leading to your neck.

Ambrose lunged toward you, clinging onto you, before he bit into your neck, sucking the blood. You tried stopping him, but it was no use.