*just a note...this is a little story thing, well, not really, it's a part of one of the story's I'm working on (it's called "Teaching a New Vampire Old Tricks"), and it sorta made up after I listened to the song Hotel California*
Vincent walked up the stairs to the third floor of this old house, he'd been here for a year and a half now. He only met Scarlet four months ago, but he'd grown fond of her, and enjoyed talking to her. He walked up to her door and waited, she opened the door not long after.
"Hey Vince" She smiled.
The first thing he noticed was that she was wearing a button-up shirt he had left there not to long ago, along