Auri, what is the best part of having turned Erich into a vampire?
Auri grins. They have blood in their hair, dotting the nearly-white pale blond with specks or bright and nearly-black, heavier red. The blood is smeared around their mouth, too, like badly applied lipstick.
A dead man lays on the floor nearby. The woman they currently sit on, resting their weight on her hips, is still alive, but barely, her throat torn nearly open, eyes wide as she struggles to breathe, claws useless at Auri's thighs, catching on the thick denim of their blue jeans.
"I get lonely," They answer, glancing over their shoulder. Erich stands nearby, hands in his pockets, scowling towards the moon through the window. "And he's pretty to look at."
Auri laughs, throwing their head back. Moonlight glints off their hair. "You could have said no," They point out, "and died."
Erich looks over at them. "Would you have let me?"
Auri has to think about that. "Probably not."