So I guess she's staying at Riskel Manor. Oh well. I'll learn to deal with it until she has to leave. Adri was wondering around the main floor of the manor. Many people of this generation call it a living room. Well, when you were born in the late 1700's you honestly just call it the parlour. Growing up in Victorian England. I was apart of an extremely rich Vampire Hunting Family. Some parts of the house I can't even go to. It's the crosses, the sunlight rooms, and not to mention the torture room....ugh. I guess that's what I get. Although it wasn't my fault for getting turned. I suppose it was fate. Kind of ironic if you ask me. A kid from a family of Vampire Hunters getting turned into the same thing his family hunts. Adri interrupts my train of thought, "Is it alright I go out and scout for more Mothman turned butterflies later?" she asks, a sly smirk on her face. "Might as well..." I mumble. She giggles,  looking at me. "Why are you so serious?" she smiles. Are you really asking this right now? I think. "I'm normally not hyper." I say, my mouth watering and my stomach growling. "Time to eat. Good thing there's still human food here. Want some?" I offer her. "No, I'm good. Thanks, though!" she smiles, purring softly. I roll my eyes, going over to the refrigerator and grabbing a bag of my favourite blood type: type B negative. I rip open the top and down the bag, blood covers the outer edges of my mouth. "Um, you got your food on your mouth." she giggles, pointing it out. I nod, "Thanks." I go to wipe my mouth, but she wipes it with a napkin, smirking again. I blush a bright pink. "Thanks.." I stammer. "No problem!" she smiles. She's from France, yet she has no accent. At least mine shows. I think. Oh well. I guess I'll learn her backstory soon. Like, why is she so determined to do this stuff to me?