"Who's running baby?"
"People... the people! The people! The blood! They are running!" He started to shout. He splashed water around trying to stop his shaking.
"Okay okay okay! It's okay! Louis! Calm down! You're safe." I grabbed his arm and pushed him to sit back down in the bath. I didn't notice it until then but the candle had been extinguished by his water flailing. I noticed when it was almost pitch black in the bathroom. I had turned the light off a while ago so my eyes had gotten used to the dark. There was a little light from under the door so it wasn't totally dark.
"Oh hang on. Let me light this candle again. Give me a second baby."
I left him in the bathtub his head was craned down and his hair fell over his face. I grabbed the lighter and lit the candle again.
"There you go. All lit again. You must've put it out when you splashed everywhere." I giggled as I turned back to the bath. When I saw Louis sitting in the bath I felt scared for a second. Of him? I don't know. For him? Definitely. He sat there, looking all sad or emotionless. I couldn't really tell because the darkness masked any emotion written on Louis's face.
"You okay baby?" I thought for a second "of course you aren't. I know this is probably traumatizing to you and I shouldn't keep asking you that. Do you want to talk about it."
"I saw them." He whispered. "The fear in their eyes."
"Okay. Anything else?"
"I saw them run. Away. Screaming."
I continued to listen to him as I washed him off.
"I heard them cry out as they were killed. Torn apart. Their blood went all over the place... all... over..."
"Want to talk about how you feel about it? The blood I mean."
"It was dark red. Looked... good." This statement made my blood curdle. I felt at unease.
"What do you mean good?"
"It looked good..." his voice started to gargle "so tasty. I had to eat them." He turned his head to me and his eyes were red and his pupils were slit.
His teeth were sharp. Like saw blades.
"L-Louis." I shouted as I scrambled from the top down toilet I was sitting on.
"Please. I had to. I couldn't help myself. I'm just so... hungry!!"
I ran out of the bathroom and closed the door behind me. I ran downstairs and ran to the kitchen. I saw the block on the table and decided I better grab one. I grabbed the sharpest knife I could and instantly felt guilt knowing what I'd use it for. I heard the door crash open and heard wet footsteps patter down the stairs. I ran into the living room and held myself up.
"Y/n, please come here. I need you. I need your blood."
"G-get away from me!" I stuttered.
Louis turned to me and when he blinked, one eye blinked before the other. He walked to me quickly and slashed his hand out which now he had pointed claws instead of fingers. They dragged across my skin, pinching the skin between the barbs in between his claws and ripping the flesh. I screamed out and fell backward.
He almost hissed and walked to me. I ran behind the couch and stood there.
He walked over and put his fingers in his mouth. He "purred" as he tasted my blood and the blood dribbled out of his mouth. It dripped onto a pillow.

I make my way to the bed to change the sheets. I looked over at Louis pillow and saw some blood pooled on his pillow.
"That can't be good." I changed the pillow case and waited for Louis to get home.

"Hey babe I'm home."
"Hey, did you have a bloody nose least night? I was changing the sheets and there was a pool of blood on the pillow."
"Oh no, I punched myself in the face accidentally and bit my own lip so hard it started to bleed, I didn't want to wake you up so I kinda just dabbed my face on the pillow to help it stop. Sorry for ruining the pillow."