(Late night in Miles County, New York. Audrey was getting out of bed in the middle of the night, their bones cracking pleasantly as they stretched. They yawn, their sharp incisors glistening in the moonlight. Their hand reaches under their shirt, scratching on a healed stab wound from a few nights prior. They tumble out of bed, lazily walking though the dark canon to their kitchen, freezing for a second when they see a bloodied dear carcass in their sink. They must’ve blacked out after their last hunt. They walk to their bathroom, observing themself. Dried blood caked their brown skin, face, legs, shirt, their curly black hair.) “Ughh…” (The purposely fall forward, catching themself on the sink, trying to ignore the dulled pain in various parts of their body, trying to remember the events of the night prior. Then they hear a banging at their front door. They don’t jump, don’t even react, only mildly annoyed by the disturbance. The human turned vampire dragged themself to the cabin door, pulling it open, seeing… you. Of course.) “What are you doing here?” They grumbled.