-<Tom's POV>-

I glared at Matt, his pointed ears drooping slightly. He seemed a little ashamed, perhaps because of his behavior last night. Or just now, like it was his fault Edd hugged him. Honestly, it was hard to tell with his blank red eyes.

Edd spoke up to break the staring contest I was having with Matt. "H-Hey! Breakfast is ready, so let's eat, how bout it?" I nodded, turning and walking into the dining room. Matt followed, a reasonable distance between us. I must make him uncomfortable...

Edd set down three plates filled with food. Bacon, eggs and jelly toast. Nothing special, but Matt stared at it in awe.

I paused for a moment, watching as he pokes gingerly at his egg with a fork. "Don't play with your food," I said, startling him. He blushed slightly and began to eat his food. I'm guessing he doesn't recall ever eating anything but blood, which sometimes happens to new-turns. I only know this because I actually have read books about them before, unlike most people who think vampires and other monsters are just myths.

Matt just sat with this weird look on his face, like this was the best thing he ever ate. It was kinda nice not having him talking or even looking in a mirror at the table, which Tom doubted he had ever remembering doing either of those options before. New-turns don't usually remember how to speak, only to drink blood and survive off it. Not the best solution, but not the worst. They could remember everything and starve, because those that do remember don't usually want to kill people for blood.

But, long story short, Matt was a Vampire now, and like all Vampires, he would eventually get thirsty...

-<Matt's POV>-

The bacon was crispy and greasy, a contrast than what I was used to. I closed my eyes, enjoying the taste. This feels rather familiar... I thought, recalling that we used to have bacon everyday. Well, almost, sometimes they had pancakes or waffles, but mostly bacon.

As I gnawed on another piece, I thought about why I couldn't remember these people. Last thing I remembered was waking up in an alleyway. I could only remember my name, and a bit of my narcissism, and I was dreadfully thirsty. It took only an hour to find a lost tourist in London to suck them dry and leave them in a dumpster. I haven't drank anything since then.

And that was nearly a month ago...

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