It was late, already around twelve at night. The vampires within the house doing their own thing and mumbling to themselves as the scent of blood still lingered in the house from their recent slaughter and feasting upon human blood. It was nothing short of gorish in the bathroom, a body on the floor, and blood smeared across the mirror that remained unused.

Viago sat in the kitchen, mellowed out from such a violent feasting and rubbing his brow as he looked over the letters sent from other vampires in New Zealand and ths gossip about the masquerade ball. Deacon was in the living room and picking some of the flesh out of his teeth and using a napkin to wipe himself down and humming in annoyance. Nick, the newest vampire, was grumbling away and scrolling through his phone while leaning back against the sofa that he laid across from. Peytr was still in the basement, refusing to just walk around and spend time with the others.

Vladislav was still annoyed about not being the guest of honour as he stood against the wall and fondled his bottom lip gently as his hair was strewn across his eyes, and he grumbled in annoyance. Stu was nice enough. The resident human that the vampires have gotten fond of, to set up the TV for them and teaching them the ways of technology. He wasn't here currently at home and busy with his job.