A tiny room is only barely lit up by red lighting, the rest of it the room being dark in the corners. Things were mostly still, the only sound audible being a low humming sound…and a sound of rapid breathing. In the darkness of one corner, there are a pair of red eyes that contrast with the darkness.

Hiss…..

A hissing sound resonated throughout the darkness. The hiss sounded like it would belong to a rodent, but it was lower pitched and enraged. Then,

Shrieeek!

In a speed unimaginable, a white rat emerged from the darkness to strike, only to be stopped by strong glass. It recoiled with the impact, and bounced back to the floor. The rat shook its head and sniffed around, curious as to what's keeping it trapped inside. In the outside, it could see some strange objects it could not identify. Suddenly something moved into the view of the rat, and it jumped back in fright, fangs bearing outwards as it hissed. All it could see is a strange, large creature with bright blue eyes.

Voice: Hello there, little fella.

A voice caught the rat's attention. The voice sounded a bit raspy, as if it's not used a lot. It then looked at the man, as it seems to calm down. It seems to know him, or at least, knows what time it is. The man's eyes outside looked down at something.

Voice: Well, its 5:30 PM, time for your dinner. And I've got you your favorite.

He leaned down, disappearing for a moment. The rat crawled over to the glass and tried to see what's below the floor, trying to see what's happening. The man then came back into view, holding a house mouse in his giant hands.

Man: Here you are; a pure mouse.

The rat shrieked and tried to crawl its way towards the mouse, apparently excited at it is its favorite mean of the afternoon. The mouse squeaked in panic, tiny limbs scurrying in the air, in a vain attempt to escape. The man pressed a button, and a small door on the top opened.

Man: Here you are. Bon-app-etit.

The rat saw a shadow looming over to the opened door, and the mouse was dropped in. The door immediately closed before the mouse could jump free. The mouse then looked over to the rat; it slowly moved its front limbs forward as it stared at its smaller prey, the maw drooping saliva in the process, the creature's fangs bearing outwards.

Then in another blur, the rat was on top of the mouse, pinning it to the floor before it bit down onto the flesh of the mouse's neck. The mouse squeaked and shrieked in pain, the tiny limbs pushing onto the rat to push it away, the tail flailing wildly. But the rat is not fazed as it bit down onto the mouse. After about 10 seconds, the mouse's arms and legs slowed down, the scurrying only limited to twitching and the tail slowly lay down, the mouse's body soon began to crumble up, and wrinkles began to show. Another few seconds, and the mouse is now a crumbled mess, the body as empty as a deflated party balloon. The rat soon lets go and began to pant, exhausted from draining the mouse. Then, the door opened, a large hand quickly pulled out the dead mouse's body, before closing the door again, leaving the mutant rat inside.

On the outside, the man looked at the mouse in his hand. He looked at it with indifference, and walked to a square drawn spot on the nearby table.

Man: In here you go.

He moved over to it, and the square opens on its own and he dropped the mouse inside. Inside the square, a bright orange color illuminated for a brief moment before fading away. The man walked around his laboratory, looking at the other cages, also filled with rats and other mammals; larger mammals such as cats and dogs are kept in larger cages, while monkeys are kept in smaller cages. As he passes by each of them, the mutant animals snarled, barked or hissed at him. He then approached the stairway and walked up the stairs, mind simply lost in thought.

Later, he walked into the kitchen to grab something out from the fridge. He moved some of the food away as he felt the cool air pressing against his skin. Not that it bothered him; his skin was already cool to begin with. Soon, he found a bag with a white cap attached on the right corner at the bottom.

Man: Ah…here it is.

He pulled out the bag, the liquid inside the bag bouncing sideways thanks to the swaying force of the bag. He then walked over to the other side of the kitchen to grab a whine cup. He screwed open the bag and poured in the red liquid.

Man: Mmm mmm. A-Positive…not the best, but it's all I got.

He then moved to the couch where the TV set is, and as he sat down when,

Woman: You still drinking from the bag?

He jumps, accidently spilling a bit of the red liquid into the carpet. He then turned to see a woman in her 40s with a long blonde hair moving down past her shoulders, skin with small wrinkles around the body, and like the man, has a raspy voice. The man sighed once he realized who it was.

Man: *phew* I swear, if there's one thing that scares me more than anything; it's my sister here.

His sister gave a sly smile. Then he spoke up,

Man: What do you need, Rebecca?

Rebecca: Well, Randall; I just came by check on you. I just wanna know why you're drinking from the bag.

Randall looked at her, then at the spill at the carpet.

Randall: Well, I see that you're gonna clean the mess YOU made.

Rebecca: Yeah, but I also see you not addressing my question. Why are you still drinking from the bag? You know it's not refreshing.

Randall: If you must know; not only am I trying to be more civilized, I'm also trying not to attract attention. I don't see YOU trying.

Rebecca looked at him, and growled, 2 canines, twice as long as regular teeth extended outwards.

Rebecca: Are you calling me an uncivilized beast?

Randall: No, not in the least, my dear sister. I'm simply stating that…you need to restrain yourself more. You left a couple of drained bodies in the sewers.

Rebecca raised her eyebrows. Randall then turned around to a door nearby.

Rebecca: How did you know about that?

He placed his hand on the doorknob, turned it, and there was a popping sound as the door creaked open, and out tipped over about 3 bodies; all of them are boys. Both of them are teens, the other appears to be a pre-teen. All of them had wide open eyes of horror, skin very pale, necks appearing to be bitten open, and all of them looked like drained, empty whoopee cushions, the rib cage visible. Rebecca looked in shock and her eyes moved over to Randall.

Randall: My dogs were able to track the bodies in the sewers.

Rebecca was at a loss for words, stuttering to try to come up with an excuse.

Rebecca: L-L-…L-Listen, R-Randall, I-I c-can explain-

Randall: You agreed to NOT kill any people that weren't homeless.

Rebecca: B-But I-I saw the opportunity a-and, and t-they smelled so good and,

Randall raised his hand, and she soon shut up.

Randall: Look, 'Becca. I love you, I really do. It's just…really, teenagers and a freaking child? *sighs* Well, try to restrain yourself, okay? You can drain the homeless; the media doesn't focus on them a while, as long as you burn the bodies.

He was still upset about her, but thanks to his calm nature, he was able to restrain himself. Rebecca gave a shy smile, and gulped.

Rebecca: S-So…you forgive me, big brother?

Randall looked at his younger sister and sighed, but Rebecca could see a faint smile.

Randall: Alright then, I guess I can forgive you then. Nobody seems to notice anything anyway.

Both of them then chuckled as Randall then sat down back onto the couch.

Randall: Hey, Rebecca. Do you think you can take the bodies to the incinerator?

Rebecca nodded. Then Randall continued to look at the television as he heard grunting and shuffling from behind, followed by a closing door sound. He stared at the television for a while, but was lost at his thoughts; as he kept on thinking;

Randall *thinking*: Hmm…I AM a little lonely. I've made some modifications with my weapon. I and my sister are the only ones of our kind in this tainted world…I know what I have to do now…like Dracula; I shall find a bride of my own…but who?