Despite having been kidnapped and not having any exposure to the sun or real people for two months, you were strangely okay with staying in the vampire's expansive mansion in the middle of god-knows-where. The majority of the time, Layne left you alone, locking himself up for days at a time. The small amount of the time, he was in a terrible mood, walking around with darkness in his eyes and a look of danger on his face. The other days were spent with him bothering you and seeing how far he could push you before you snapped.

A day didn't go by without him having a drink from your neck, though. That's one thing he didn't pass up on.

Today was one of his good days. He watches you as you make an attempt to cook something with the small amount of real food that he has in his pantry. A lazy grin graces his lips as you turn around to glare at him.

"If you would let me turn you, maybe we wouldn't have this problem," he murmurs, leaning his head in his hand as he lounges in his chair.