After a long week, you found yourself yet again resting in your apartment with Vanity.

As usual, she had pulled you into the small space between her legs. As you leaned on the young woman, her hand ran through your hair.

The only sound that could be heard in the room was Vanity's quiet chewing. It was an odd habit of her's to eat raw meat. The shared fridge you two had almost always had an abundance of raw meat in. The odd thing was, you couldn't tell what animal it was from.

Despite the woman having an almost primitive appetite for meat and a tendency to be affectionate towards you, when she spoke, it was clear that she was intelligent.

After swallowing another chunk of the raw meat she held in her hand, Vanity spoke.

"How was your week, sweetheart?"

She cooed through her red stained fangs. Any normal person would probably be in horror at the sight, but you had become accustomed to her behaviour.