He didn't understand the human, not at all. He didn't understand the humans that allowed themselves to be fed upon, he didn't... He didn't want to understand them. He went to his room and changed hastily, tossy the fancy clothing to the floor and tussling his hair irritably with his fingers, he just wasn't suited to this kind of life. He wasn't the kind to think that anyone was "less" than him just because they were human, not when the one person who's words he had truly listened to had been one. Not when the things he had come to hate were monsters like himself. He winced, he didn't feel well, the thirst was burning in his throat and so he sighed. He went to the large window in his room and moved back the heavy black curtains that would keep the sun out come morning. While it wouldn't kill him the sun was a drain on a starving vampire such as himself, so he'd prefer to avoid it.<br/><br/>He gave a sharp whistle and within a moment a small black creature formed on the sill, seemingly from particles of smoke. He produced a small piece of paper and after writing a short note on it the creature devoured it before turning and running off to deliver the vampire's message. He would feed but... It would have to wait until tomorrow night as he doubted he would make it before dawn. So, for now, he left his room and instead headed downstairs and rifled through the cabinets until he found some wine, pouring himself a glass in order to pretend that he could ignore his thirst for blood just a bit longer. Sometimes... He enjoyed playing at being a human, eating like them, drinking like them... Sometimes it made him feel just a little less... Vile.