It had been almost a month since David had basically been forced to move in with a host of other monsters. It hadn't been to hard for him. He didn't own anything except the clothes on his back he'd walked in wearing. That and a small notebook he'd bought using the last of his money, which currently sat on a small set of draws in his room.

Nick slid down the stair rails into the kitchen wearing a set of intern medical scrubs. Nick worked part time as a medical intern at the local hospital, which gave him a cover from which he could steal the numerous bags of blood in the fridge from their transplant department. He retrieved one of these bags from the fridge, emptied half of it into a coffee mug, and placed it in the microwave. David watched as his housemate did this, nervously pushing his cereal around with his spoon.

"Morning." Nick nodded. David ignored him, instead staring at the microwave as mug spun around and round, before coming to a stop. Nick eyed him, taking a sip of his now warmed blood. "I thought you'd be used to this," he muttered, "You've been here a mon-" Nick stopped, staring at the redhead for a moment. "Ah."

The two stayed in the kitchen for a while in silence. "So..." Nick said after a while, "You wanna talk about it or something?"

"No thank you."

"Good," the vampire nodded, "Cause neither do I."

There was a crash as Riley's foot gave way halfway down the stairs, and he tumbled to the floor. He reached across the floor, snapped his ankle back into place, and made his way into the kitchen. "Anything good in the fridge, or just more of Davids vegetarian crap?"

"It's not crap..." David said quietly. "Not all of it, at least."

"I can pick something up from the butchers on my way home if you need it." Nick sighed, placing his mug in this sink and grabbing his keys off the table. He stopped as he passed David. "Good luck."

"I would ask what he means," Riley muttered through a mouthful of raw meat, "But I honestly couldn't care less." David sighed, pushing his chair out and making his way upstairs.

David leant all his weight against the side of his bed, attempting to push it towards the door. It didn't budge. He grunted in frustration, and in less then a second, the grunt morphed into a low growl. He felt something ripple through his veins, and the bed practically flew across the room, sliding out the doorframe and making a sizeable dent in in the wall opposite. Genieve floated through said wall, coming to a stop and sitting in the edge of the bed. "If you're gonna destroy my house, at least tell me."

David grunted again, and began to bang his head against the wall, stopping when he realised he'd busted through the plaster and was in fact hitting a wooden stud. "Sorry." He muttered, leaning against the wall and sliding down to the floor. Genieve materialised beside him, and the pair looked out at the now empty room.

"Any reason for—"

"It's the full moon tonight." David said, before the ghost had time to finish.

Genieve nodded, "Ah, okay then. So what's it like?" David didn't answer. She went to poke him, but her finger simply turned to floating dust once it connected with his arm. The young woman looked at her hand disdainfully.

"I don't actually know... The last time was the first, and I blacked out from the pain, and when I woke up I was... I was..." He stopped.

"So no late night walkies then?" She grinned. Her companion didn't find it funny. They were quiet for a while. "I had a cousin, you know," Genieve put forth.

"Wow, fascinating." David smirked.

"Who is a werewolf, dumbass. I mean, he wasn't really my cousin, but you know I called him that. Jeez I wonder what happened to him," the ghost laughed, "Jeez that was a while ago..."

David nodded, "Back when you were alive? Or..." Genieve sat motionless, staring at the ground, as if she had frozen. The room rumbled slightly. "Gen? Genieve?" David waved his hand in front of her eyes.

The shaking stopped, and the young woman turned back to him. "Sorry? Oh, right. I uh... What were we talking about?"

Before David could respond, Riley entered the room with what appeared to be an animal heart in his hand, noticed them sitting on the floor, then looked around. "Love what you've done with the place." He smirked before leaving, taking a bite of the heart as if it was nothing more then an apple.

David glanced at the setting sun outside the window. "I'm gonna go make myself a salad or something... Maybe if I'm not as hungry..." The redhead pushed himself up off the floor, and made his way downstairs.

Genieve sat in the empty room for a long time, simply staring at the ground. Davids question replayed over and over in her mind. It was like the answer used to be there, but had been ripped out... But why? And how? She decided to think about this later, and vanished into thin air, reappearing a few moments later walking upside down on the ceiling above Riley as he attempted to read a book.

David wasn't enjoying his salad. He rarely did. He pushed a few soggy lettuce leaves around in his bowl for a while, before scraping it into the bin an placing the bowl in the sink. He tried to turn the tap on, only to find it didn't work. He groaned, kicking the ageing kitchen counter.

Nick had told him this place was old. Really old. It had been rebuilt numerous times, with the most recent being in the late seventies. Due to this fact, a lot of the plumbing didn't work, and most of the paint was beginning to crack and peel away. He could see the sun setting in the distance out of the kitchen window.

The young man went to take a step forwards, but his leg gave out beneath him. David lay on the kitchen floor, gasping for breath. He felt as if his whole body was on fire, every inch of him seething with pain, the sensation pulsing through his veins. He scrambled across the kitchen, and began to claw his way up the stairs. Literally. His fingernails stretched, ripping through his skin and tearing up the faded carpet as he reached the top. His spine felt as if someone had smashed it with a cricket bat.

Riley burst out of his room. "What the hell are you—" he stopped, staring at his housemate as he writhed on the floor, his face morphing and stretching, his cheeks splitting open to reveal a row of razor sharp canines. Riley swore, grabbing David by the collar of his shirt and beginning to drag him towards his room.

Genieve appeared, and with the snap of her fingers Davids door flew open. Riley shoved the gangly man into the room, and slammed the door, Genieve pushing the bed in front of it. The pair leant against it still as David slammed into the door repeatedly, trying to break free.

There was a terrible, ghastly silence...

A bloodcurdling sound filled the air, echoing through the house, seeming to shake the very foundations itself as rippled through the walls, out into the cold night air of the street outside. The howl eventually subsided, as the creature on the other side of the door waited for a response, which never came. It returned to slamming against the walls.

"David?" Genieve called. The animal roared in response, fierce enough to freeze the blood of those listening in their veins. If either of the people listening still has blood, of course.

"I think the door should hold." Riley muttered, pushing himself up off the door.

The ghost beside him starred at the wooden door, curiously. "I wonder if it just..."

"Genieve, wait a—" The young woman stepped straight through the solid door, leaving Riley alone in the hall.

Genieve stepped into the open room. There were deep gashes in the wooden floor, giant claw marks in the plastered walls, and a large, spiderweb like crack in the small window looking out into the city behind them. A large, panting mound of auburn fur sat crouched in the corner, jeans torn off at the knees and the tattered remains of a shirt stretched across it. It's form heaved up and down with every loud, laboured breath.

"David?"

The creature wheeled around, lunging at Genieve, it's yellow eyes filled with bloodlust. The ghost leapt backwards, yellowed fangs snapping shut in the exact spot her throat had been only seconds before.

Genieve stood in the hallway, panting, despite the fact she didn't need to breath. Riley looked from her, to the door, then back again, before slowly backing into this room, and closing door. Eventually, Genieve vanished, appearing again curled up in a frightened ball on the sofa downstairs...

* * *

Nick, Riley and Genieve were already downstairs when they heard the door slam open, and the shower start running. A few minutes later, David staggered down the stairs wearing a fresh set of pants, with an unbuttoned shirt over the top. The scars from a large bite mark was visible on this side, along with several claw marks across his shoulder. He staggered over to bench, and stood there silently for a moment. Two scars ran from the corners of his mouth up to the back of his jaw, diving his cheeks like a twisted grin. Within a matter of minutes they had already healed over. David opened the fridge.

"Oh," Nick muttered through a mouthful of blood, "Oh, right, I forgot to pick up any fresh fruit the other—" David slammed the fridge shut, a chunk of raw steak in his hands. His eyes flashed yellow as he began to rip into it. "Okay then." Nick nodded.

There was a knock at the door. Quickly, Nick finished off, and rinsed out his bloody mug. He moved to take Davids raw steak, but the man simply growled at him, and he backed away. The silver haired youth crossed the house, and opened the front door.

"Mr. Nick Silvermane?"

Nick looked at the middle aged police officer standing in front of him, his sunglasses pushed up onto his balding head. "Yes?"

The policeman took out a set of handcuffs, although made no attempt to use them. "Mr. Silvermane, we're bringing you in under suspicion for the murder of Alice Mavery."