Home again || Open
After having been gone for months, sometimes hunting sometimes struggling with newborn bloodlust, the house his maker rented him was exactly what he needed. Growing up he’d never know home comforts. Now that he was a vampire and he had a maker who was loaded beyond belief, he had a base to come back to, and he was greatly enjoying it. He flopped onto his bed, groaning slightly.
He really should call someone and let them know he was back, but his bed was just so comfy. Someone would have to come to the house for him to leave that bed.