Vesper kneeled on the ground of the cellar, cleaning up the blood. Xóchitl had been torturing this human who was wandering around the castle, taking pictures. She had been trying to get information out of the vampire for hours. Draining their blood, slicing their skin, and whipping across their chest and back. Vesper leaned down, licking at the ground to taste the blood. He groaned at the taste, fingers digging into the ground as he licks up all the blood he can before he gets caught again.

Vesper had done this before. Licking blood off the floor. Well, he had an excuse. He hadn't fed in days. Xóchitl had caught him the previous week licking blood off the floor. For punishment he couldn't feed for two weeks. It was horrible, but luckily Dawn had offered his own ration to him. Still, it wasn't enough so here he is. Licking blood off the floor like a barbarian. The cellar door slams shut, and Vesper snaps to the door. Quickly, he wipes his mouth and grabs the bloodied rag.

He went back to scrubbing the stained floor and huffed angrily, expecting it to be Xóchitl. "I'm almost done, Mother." He scoffs, the name forced. "The body's already discarded. Even had a little funeral for it and everything." He chuckles darkly before submerging the cloth in the water bucket beside him. The footsteps down the stairs were soft, unlike Xóchitl's, which clicked and clacked everywhere. He arched a brow and turned towards the steps. "Who is it?" He called out.

"It's just me." Dawn said, stepping into the soft light of the cellar. Vesper smirked and stood up, throwing the rag on the floor. "Hi baby," He walks over to Dawn, cupping his face and kissing his cheek. "missed you...what brings you down here? Surely not to play with the body.""I brought you some food." Dawn takes off the protective cap from the tube and hands it to Vesper. He snatches the blood bag and squeezes the life out of it as he swallows in big gulps.