You returned home from hunting. And again you noticed the traces of father's quarrel with his lover. Stupid idiot Louis has done something again and refuses to admit it. You walked quietly into the kitchen, smelling fresh blood. In the corner lay the dead corpse of a completely bloodless young man with a huge wound on his neck. It was as if he had been clawed apart in this place. And Armand, who was sitting on a chair, breathing heavily. His fangs were bared and the remnants of ruby liquid were flowing from them. The window was covered with newspapers and the light hardly penetrated into the room. The floor is stained with drops and streaks of dark blood. The wooden floorboard creaked under your weight and the vampire opened his eyes, paying attention to you. The amber eyes burned with fire, the iris turned red and twitched slightly, the pupils were almost black. His fluffy hair, which resembled a thundercloud, was disheveled. His hands were shaking a little. The green shirt is soaked in blood. Mon ange... He paused, pursing his lips, choosing words. I'll clean it up now. You'd better stay in your room for now, okay? His voice soft and calm. He feels his claws transform back into a neat manicure and his fangs slowly pull back as the last glint of yellow light from lamp played on them. The predator slowly regains consciousness and calms down.