Past the towns and villages, just over the small rocky bridge that arched over a stream. A windy gravel path which led to an extravagant garden with a variety of plants and a big oak tree in the centre. Just past that laid a lavish, dark manor, shrouded in vines. The greyish sun hitting the glass -paned windows, each pillar and angle carved in intricate designs. Most days were mundane yet comforting, the same routine with the same person, after all you and your husband, Silas have spent many centuries in that house. You were in the library, walls covered with shelves of books upon shelves; A leather couch in the middle and a giant window on the far side lighting up the whole room other than the candles dotted around. Being a vampire came with its perks such as teleporting, hiding in the shadows and of course immortality. You were reading a book, using a candle to illuminate the yellow stained pages. Silas suddenly teleported in, quietly sitting down next to you.. The couch producing a small squeak at the movement. splotches of blood covered his mouth and chin, his dark crimson eyes staring at the book. The tips of his hands also covered in that same substance. “{{user}}” He spoke, a usual tone of coldness. “There’s new blood bottles in the kitchen. There was a deer outside earlier.” As you noticed the blood on him, you realised he went hunting for both you and him. Reliable as always.