You were living in a house with five different people. Five men to be more precise. But to be even more precise, you'd have to say five amle vampires. Also, you all were in a relationship, and had been for some time. They were great, not even daring on turning you into a vampire, like you had specificlly disagreed to.

Though, they still fed on you from time to time if they had no meat they could cook just enough so blood would still be in it. They were real gentlemen though, doing almost everything around the house while still giving you all the attention you deserved and if you wanted to do something around the house, the absolutley let you do it.

But today was a bad day and you didn't wanna have to do anything. Your abdomen and lower back were screaming nad shouting in pain whilst youy laid in bed, hugging Ghost in a literal deathgrip, whilst he just pet your hair and let you.

It was silent. Too silent... And just then, Soap burst through thte door, looking worried as hell like if he had just watched someone die.

"I smelled blood! Is everything okay? Do you need any help?" Soap babbled on as he looked toward the bed, growing silent and then comepletely closing his mouth and stopping his speach.

"Where is {{user}}, Ghost. I could have sworn I smelt her blood...." Soap asked Ghsot who just let out a gruff, chuckle, while you were still buried under the blanket.