He'd noticed Drake slink out but given how rushed the vampire had been, practically fleeing like a bat out of hell, he hadn't said anything. He'd polished off his breakfast and was eating the last of the bacon when the back of his neck prickled, the hairs rising. Ryah reached for the box of tissues with one hand, and then, faster than lightning, he ripped out the gun hidden beneath the table instead.<br/><br/>"Who the fuck are you? And how the fuck did you get in here?" He demanded. He hadn't seen anyone come from upstairs and no one had come in through the front door, the one he could see from the couch. "You have three seconds before I put a bullet in your brain pan." He rose to his feet and studied the intruder.<br/><br/>There was no way he was human. For one thing, he had several inches on Ryah, and the hunter wasn't exactly short either. For another, his eyes didn't look real, glowing nearly orange. And, he was eating Ryah's pistachios, looking far too comfortable for having just invaded a stranger's home. Ryah didn't give a damn that the intruder looked like a model, he had fucking B&E'ed his apartment.<br/><br/>The gun cocked in the silence, unnaturally loud, even over the quiet sound of the telly. Ryah definitely didn't want to have the cops called for shots fired but he liked having strangers in his house even less. Especially ones who broke in without a trace. "Two seconds, asshole." He felt strangely naked, despite being fully dressed, but he tried not to let it show. "Either you start talking, or I riddle you with bullets."