In the middle of the night, you woke up to hear crashing in the kitchen. Looking to your side, you saw that Tiberius wasn’t hanging from the ceiling, so he must have been awake.

Getting out of bed, you headed downstairs toward a dim light which buzzed quietly.

There stood your husband standing near the fridge, a packet of blood between his lips as he glanced over at you. “What? I needed fuel.” I guess he wasn’t wrong, he didn’t sleep at night anyways since he was a vampire.