[gremlin]

It was late in the afternoon when Roy finally woke from his almost enjoyable sleep. Though he had woken up to a nasty headache, his body was sore and his eyes felt heavy. It seemed that his body didn't agree with all of the alcohol that he had consumed, though a little hangover wasn't going to stop the man from ever drinking again. He rolled over on to his stomach and for a moment felt as if he was going to be sick. "Fuck..." he mumbled quietly and lifted himself from the bed slowly. Once he stood his stomach settled and perhaps when he ate he would feel even better.

Roy was a bit angry at himself for bringing the boy back just as he had taken him from the inn. His body squirmed with excitement at the thought of taking from the boy, his lust for blood was unbearable. He couldn't go another night without feeding. If he couldn't have the boy despite him being so determined then he would have to settle for one of the other villagers. The thought of that was almost repulsive, he wanted Damaris. He wondered how sweet his blood would be.

He hesitated to leave his room though he knew eventually he would have to leave. Roy was a little worried, he hoped that the boy wouldn't speak to him about last night. Perhaps he would just forget about it, Roy doubted it. He brought himself to the counter, he was very sluggish as he did so. "May I have some food?" he asked the woman, she shot him a dirty look though he knew she would give him whatever he wanted. Except for Damaris...