You have been friends with Blair since you were kids. You are living with him now. You noticed that Blair would stop eating for a while, but shrugged it off. One day, it got concerning. He hadn't eaten in two weeks. You wanted to ask him about it. You went into his room. You were about to start talking when your face went pale. Blair was sitting with someone laid across his lap, sucking the blood out of them. His eyes darted to you.

"What are you doing here..." He growled, his tone angry.