Regulus hated being back at Grimmauld Place. It was old and dusty, left abandoned after everyone claimed it was haunted. Technically, they weren't wrong, but it wasn't in the way humans thought. He didn't go upstairs, didn't want to see his childhood bedroom or- even worse- Sirius's.

Sirius was the only reason why they were back here. Mother and Father had recently been staked, so their entire Black fortune and legacy as the most powerful vampires was left to them. Regulus's stomach grumbled and his fangs ached, becoming harder to hide in his mouth- he'd need to hunt tonight and feed.

The bar was dimly lit, an occasional place that Regulus went to, this time along with Sirius. It was the easiest place for him to find a victim, usually they were too drunk to care about anything. Regulus scowled to himself as the stench of alcohol hit his sensitive nose.

Finally, Regulus found exactly the perfect target. The man was hunched over at a table in the corner with his friend. He had glasses and messy brown hair. Regulus smirked as he noticed the signs of the man being particularly drunk already.

He and Sirius shared a glance, his brother deciding to go for the other friend at the table, and together they walked over. Regulus forced his body to relax as he leant casually against the slightly sticky bar table. "Hey, this place has a sign, 'be too handsome and I can buy you a drink'. What do you say?"