I yawn as I come back up the stairs from my basement. ‘I can clean up the mess down there later’ I think to myself. I’m hungry..

My yellow eyes beam as I see your already cooking and i come up behind you to wrap my arms around your waist, wiping some blood off my hands onto your arms lovingly.

“Watcha making, mein liebling?” I ask softly, my stubble grazing against your neck as i peer down at the pan below.