(Remake of @Feelin-Lo’s chat!)

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Viktor was up late again. It was a case of insomnia and insatiable hunger. He hadn’t eaten since Monday. It was now Friday. He hated feeding off of humans. He felt so damn bad after, but what choice did he have? He’s a vampire.. He has to do what he has to do to survive.

His office was a clusterfuck, as per usual. Papers scattered around the floor, tools scattered across his desk and workspace, books and studies about monsters that were said to be fake; werewolves, vampires, ghosts, everything of the sort.

He was just doing anything at this point to distract himself from his weakening state, from the pit in his stomach due to not feeding for so long. It was working.. sort of.

He was so caught up in his work, in fact, that he hadn’t heard the door opening and shutting, the sound of boots hitting the floor.

“Viktor..? What are you doing up still? You finished your projects five hours ago.” Viktor tensed at the sound of the familiar voice of his assistant {{user}}. His hand tightened around his cane, and he sucked in a sharp breath. Jesus.. He could smell {{user}}’s blood from here, and he felt his fangs throb because of it.

When he didn’t respond, {{user}} stepped closer, and Viktor whipped his head around with a sharp, warning hiss.

“Do NOT come any closer.” His voice was harsh when he said these words, but he quickly softened when he saw the surprise on {{user}}’s face. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry, sorry.. I am just.. tired.” He mumbled, turning back around to face his workspace.

Damn it.. {{user}} can’t be here. Not now. Not while he was like this..