DISASTEROLOGY!

Regulus was in the library when he heard the door open, turning, he saw that it's was him. "So, this is where you've been hiding?" He says, he had a candle in his hand, Regulus turned back. He didn't want him to see him, I mean no human has seen him properly and not run in centuries. Sure, he wants him to leave, he's living in his house but for some reason unknown he wanted him to stay.

"I haven't been hiding, I just am not fond of you." He told him, moving further away. "Oh, well that's because you haven't gotten to know me!" He beamed. 'If only he knew just how well I did know about him.' He thought, He hummed in response. "Shouldn't you be asleep, humans— people need at least 8 hours of sleep to be good in the morning." He cursed mentally for almost slipping up. "I guess, but I haven't been able to sleep. I have this thing that prevents me from sleeping, where my skin crawls and itches when i try. When I can't help but think about every little thing I did wrong during the day or even a week ago." James sat down in one of the chairs. "My Mum and Dad said it's insomnia and anxiety, but I don't like when things have labels on emotions and thoughts." Regulus cleared his throat. "Still, you should go lay down." 
"No thanks, you know before today I didn't know there was a library here." 

"I still get lost." He chuckled dryly, "Do you come in here often?" James asked, "No. I rarely come in here, I don't like being here." Regulus admitted, climbing to dust the shelves off. "I come in here once a year to dust it." 
"Seems like you care for it, I mean for someone who hates it." Regulus couldn't admit that he didn't hate the library. "Why do you hate it, it's beautiful in here." He looked at him. Regulus turned a tad so James could see a bit of his face, but just the outline profile. "Because, I can't let it become horrid." 

"Why do you always come in here and do that?" Regulus laughed, "Because, it a big and beautiful library. Regulus for someone who loves books and the ones in here you don't care for it enough!"
"Good thing I have you then." He rolled his eyes, "What was that, I couldn't quite hear you. Say it once more." He laughed, Regulus rolled his eyes again, "I said, good thing I have you to take care of them for me." James smiled, "Yea, you're pretty helpless without me." 

"Love, promise me that when thee can no longer be here with you, when I have to go back that you'll make sure every book is dusted every spring and every winter?" James spoke, hopping off the ladder. "Always.." He kissed his lips. "Now come, we have to go, Sirius is waiting at that shop for us!" He pulled his arm away.

Regulus blinked and shook his head thinking of the memory. "Please, leave now. Just go lay in your bed, listen to something calm." 
"Like the piano?" he chirped. "Yes." He wanted James to leave already. "I will go but only if you play it for me." Regulus growled getting a reaction out of James, "Fine, head to bed and I will play you something to help you sleep." Regulus thought about how hisJames needed music to sleep. Once James left, he headed to the balcony where the piano was. He liked playing in the moonlight, he had a piano near the balcony and one in a separate room. Regulus decided to play Pas De Deux, Op. 71, Act II: No. 14a. While he played it, he thought of James. How when he first heard it he knew James would love it. The song doesn't have the piano but he found it easy to play on it. 

James while in his bed could hear it, before he knew he found himself drifting off to sleep. Thinking about how he wanted to go see The Nutcracker when it opened back up in the Metropolitan Opera House at the Lincoln Center in New York. He went once with his Mum in England when he was little, he's loved it since. The last time it was played there was in 1971 but still he knew it would go back. 

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James went downstairs to make his something simple to eat, and noticed that there wasn't anything to eat. Nothing in the fridge and no seasonings. Sure there was some food but none since he ate it all. He went back upstairs, took a shower, and then got dressed. He called out for Regulus. "Regulus!" He walked down the darkest hall, "Somehow it's still so creepy in the day." He spoke to himself. Stopping at the only door in the hall, knocking, "Regulus!?" 
"Is this your room, I know there are still rooms and halls I haven't found because this house is like a bloody maze but if this is your room and even if it isn't and you can hear me because you are actually everywhere then what would you like from the shop?" He said loudly. "Nothing, go away." It was his room. "Are you sure?" Regulus grunted in response. "Okay, then, I'll be back in a few. Don't get too lonely while I'm gone." He joked. 

As James walked from shop to shop picking up groceries and spices he thought about Regulus. He was so interested in him. He never really saw him unless it was at night, he was always in the dark, he's never actually seen his face. He can only tell what he looks like from the back and side. He always spoke in such old manners and the clothes he wore were those that of a Victorian era in France. His voice always had the exact same tone. 

Emptiness. 

James sighed, he finished up and placed his things in the car to head back. He went into the kitchen and put things away. "I wonder what he eats." James went back to his room, he knocked. "Hey, what do you like to eat?" No response. "Regulus?" 
"What do you like to eat?" He asked and knocked again. "Nothing, please leave me be." He heard. "I've been gone for hours, have you come out?" 
"Why does it matter to thee, go and don't thy come back." James didn't know what that meant but he assumed it meant to leave him alone. James shrugged and went back to his day. 

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Regulus had locked himself in his room. Not only did being around James bring up painful memories but he hadn't eaten anything in months. Usually he can go up to a year without anything but since he is near a human and around light he loses energy quicker. His room had the windows covered with sheets and there was no way in. A little thing about vampires, they have to have human blood for animal blood simply doesn't do the job. See, a vampire can go up to 24 months without tasting a human before becoming rabid. They cannot survive off animals alone, blood isn't just blood. There are two reasons that a vampire drinks blood; pleasure and survival. 

When a person becomes a vampire they no longer have red blood cells to carry blood in their body so they have to get it from another. Humans need iron and so do vampires, like when a person doesn't make iron they have to get it transfused into them, vampires drink it. Animals and humans do not have the same blood therefore animals cannot be a main food source. Regulus found this out the hard way. 

When night fell Regulus left the home, ventured off into the city. A good thing about it though was that he knew exactly what humans deserve to die, he could hear the things they were thinking. Being a vampire gave him certain abilities most don't. Since he was in between life and death he could see death, sense it before it happens. He came across a group of three men harassing someone. "It isn't nice to bother a lady when she tells you no." He said, they look at him. "Please, help me!" One of them grabbed her neck, while his pants remained unzipped. "Oi! Who's this bugger?" Regulus looked up at them as they fell over each other to walk towards him. "Run." He looked at the girl and she did. "He said something to you, answer him dickhead!" They laughed as they pushed him. Regulus looked at his shoulder, "Didn't thy ever learn that touching another man without his permission is considered assault..? Well, let me show you why." The men screamed as he ripped their flesh off and dug his hand into their chests, carving their hearts out. Ripping out their larynx's with his teeth. He left one alive, ripping out their tongue so they couldn't speak.

The woman didn't question it hearing their cries and screams from blocks away, she didn't care.

No one did and Regulus.. well he had to get rid of the rest of the evidence. He hated being messy with his food. He dragged their corpse back to the mansion, he went down under the home in a dungeon type room. He twisted one of their bodies into some sort of bucket, then made a clicking noise and something large came running. He threw the alive one towards it, the animal growled, "Be a good boy and eat your dinner quietly." the man tried to beg for mercy but sadly you couldn't hear him. Regulus left the bodies and walked back into the house with his bucket. He went into his kitchen surprised to see James, awake. "Oh, Regulus!" He smiled, "I was just heading back, just getting a tiny glass of milk." 

He hadn't yet noticed the bucket, until he did. "What is that?" James noticed that his hands dripped with something, he couldn't see him entirely in the dark. "It's nothing.. go to bed James." He walked past him, James saw his mouth dripping. "Regulus.. are you okay?" James dropped his cup seeing Regulus's head turn, it was as if his eyes were glowing red. "I said, go to bed." 

"Now." His voice was deep, heavy, and clearly irritated. James hurried to his room, stuck in his bed frightened to move thinking about how he looked. Still, he put sheets on the table and got started. Sometimes he would drain blood out of someone for later, so that he wouldn't have to look later. He never felt bad or guilty about the people he killed, he knew they were vile. What made his stomach turn in pure and utter disgust was his appetite. He hated having to kill others to live, especially for someone who wanted to die so bad after the bite. 

James awoke to Regulus sitting on the edge of the bed. "Forgive me." He spoke, "Last night I was a bit..hazy."
"Drunk." James smiled, "It's okay!!" No it wasn't, not in Regulus's mind. Regulus hummed and stood up to walk out. "Wait-" James stopped him, "Last night, I don't know what I saw but it looked as if you appeared or sounded like a- monster?" James nodded, "Well, yea." Regulus ignored it and walked away. 

James sighed and looked at his phone, he has a missed call from his friend. Lilith. He called back, "I'm coming over." She said, "What, why!?" She laughed, "Because, you hardly leave that creepy place." He chuckled dryly. "Fine.." 
"Yer sounding a bit peely.. are you okay?" She asked, "Yea, I'm fine." He could tell she was smiling. "I'm bringing Marlene and Dorcas too!! We're gon'a cook for you." Her accent was thick. He nodded, "We can finally see this "Regulus" that totally exists and isn't a figure from thy imagination!" She cackled. "Now you're mocking me, I'll see you lils." 
"We'll be there by 8:00. Be ready!" She hung up. 

"This should be fun." James walked down the stairs, He couldn't help but think of Regulus. It didn't help that every night he'd have very vivid dreams of them that felt more like memories. It's the real reason he hasn't been able to sleep. The more he thought of him, the more he needed to see him face. In these dreams he never sees his face, just dialogue and shadows. 

James was scared, but he knocked on Regulus's door. "Hey, I have people coming over tonight.. I was wondering if you were going to meet them?" He got no answer. "Okay, well, if you do just don't frighten them." He laughed before leaving. About an hour later The girls showed up.

"Wow, this house was hard to find." Lilith said, giving him a hug. "We haven't seen you in forever!" She said butchering the words. "Where is your kitchen!?" Marlene said from behind. "Uhm, it's over there?"
"How many rooms are in this place?" Marlene questioned walking inside. "I don't know, I thought it was five, but I've come across at least three more." They nodded. "I find it funny how he got scammed and continued to live here." 

Marlene opened the refrigerator. "Ooh, what's this?" It was a wine bottle. "How old is this?" She smelled it and felt like throwing up. "Does wine go bad..?" 
"Not unless it was left open or if it's too old, it must just be the smell of it. But, that's Regulus. I don't touch his things." James said. She nodded and put it back in the fridge. "So, where is this Regulus?" She asked, sitting in the chair. "He's in his room."

"I still think you're hallucinating him." Dorcas said coming from behind him. "Same, because how in the bloody hell do you move into someones house?" He shrugged. "Scammed or not."

"Lils, the bags!" She put them on the table. "I'm sorry, is this the oven.." They questioned looking at it. It was a beehive oven. "When was this house built and when was the last time it was remodeled?" They looked at each other. 

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"We should remodel. I'm thinking maybe a repaint and get an actual oven." Lilith said, leaning in her chair. "Do not touch my house." They shook hearing the voice. They looked, it was Regulus on the top of the stairs. They looked at James and when they looked back at the stairs he was gone. "Do not touch anything that isn't what thy brought with thee." He said. He was now next to them, his back to them. 

"He's real.." Lilith whispered. "I'd think it impertinent if I wasn't." He took something out of the fridge, they looked at his clothing. "You do know you don't have an actual stove top right?" Dorcas spoke. "I'd think so, I built-" He bit his tongue. "My family built this house many centuries ago, do not touch what isn't yours."
"If you do, the wailing woman will deal with you." He chuckled internally. When they turned to each other again he disappeared again. 

They finished up and left the home, but not without telling James to leave. James went back upstairs and passed out on his bed.