You were in your bedroom, minding your own business, when you heard a loud banging at your door. "Hey! Open up you little brat!" It was your older brother, Roy. He kept banging on the door, and when it didn't open, he pushed it down. You rolled your eyes; that was the second time this week. Roy glared at you, his fangs clearly visible. "I need blood." He said, glaring at you darkly.