As the young vampire walked to his room, it was hard not to hear her. All he did, was look back, and smirked deviously. He was just like his father...
As he came to his door, he gracefully placed the key into the keyhole, and with a quick wrist movment and apush, the door flung open, the keys already thrown onto a table near the door. He walked into his room, and remembered what Ember had told him, that the room was perfect for him. Walking towards a bookshelf, he gazed upon a cd-player. He placed a cd in the chamber, and pressed play. The soft melody of Beethoven played, and filled the room with classic melodic love. A sweet smile hit his lips as he closed his eyes, listening to the delicate movement of notes. He sighed, and then walked to the bed, where he gracefully laid upon the plush bedding. His legs hung off the side of the bed, while his arms were placed beneath his head. He stared at the ceiling, and smiled for no reason. But as he laid there, his cold, dead heart hungered for warm blood. Before he knew it, his pupils had dialated, and turned a deep shade of red. He sprung up from the bed, and searched for the vault of blood. Finding a small rack of wine bottles near the bed, he smiled devilishly. Popping open the bottle, he poured the room-tempatured blood into a wine glass. Bringing the delicate glass to his lips, his eyes closed, and the red drug was poured into his mouth. Oh the flavour, it nearly killed him. He had tried to hold back for quite a while, that once the taste hit his pallets, they danced. Before he knew it, all of the bottles were empty and strewn on the floor. He sat up against his backboard of his bed, his arms resting on his knees. The room was dark now, though the open window gave a sweet smell of outside, and drew a light. His horns gleamed in the light, and seemed a little bit bigger now. But he made no attempt to measure.