Barry was driving the car to the new house, the car certainly wasn't cheap, but it wasn't a limo either. Bonnie sat to the left of him, and their moving stuff was in the backseat. He licked his lips and his fangs, he was craving blood, he hadn't had any for almost a week now. He then suddenly struck a conversation with Bonnie "Remind me how we first met, again?" He purred.

Bonnie rolled her eyes scoffing. "You know you remember. But, I guess I'll amuse you." She said with a nice British accent. She took a deep breath before she began telling the story. "It was a year ago, I was at a diner having dinner. Then, these guys came in obviously drunk and they started hitting on me. I turned them down and they left in a bad mood. I finished my meal before paying and leaving out the back door. Thinking the men might still be out front."

"I arrived outside in the alley only to find the men outside waiting for me. They beat me up and then tried to have their way with me. Then, just in time, you showed up and saved me. We've been friends since." She ended with a smile aimed at her friend.

Barry smiled, but felt even more thirsty. When he saved her... let's just say he had a bit of a drink. He ran a hand through his red hair. He saw the moon beginning to rise and said "Don't forget, it's a full moon tomorrow, but luckily the house has a lockable basement.". He then asked her a question "Bonnie, do you ever feel uncomfortable around me?"

Bonnie nodded and made a pleased hum when he informed her about the locked basement. That was an excellent perk of their new soon-to-be home. She then tensed when Barry asked her if she was ever uncomfortable around him. She turned to look at him seriously.

"Oh Barry....." She placed a hand on his arm. "I was never uncomfortable around you. You saved my life. Your a great friend and companion. I'll never be uncomfortable around you and I never was." She said sincerely, the truth clear in her voice.

Barry kept driving forward. He smirked slightly. His thirst was becoming harder and harder to control recently, he opened his mouth, and licked his elongated fangs. He focused on driving and not Bonnie, 'werewolf's blood is toxic, werewolf's blood is toxic' he kept whispering to himself. Without thinking he slammed his foot on the accelerator and they were going faster and faster with each second.

Now, after spending a year with Barry Bonnie has learnt that space is key. That Barry likes his space, and space she gives him. Though, in this period of time she's come to notice if something was wrong. And right now? There definitely is. She could tell from how his hands held a grip on the steering wheel. Also from how the car was steadily going faster and faster and faster.

"Um, Barry? You okay?"

She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Now, after spending a year with Barry Bonnie has learnt that space is key. That Barry likes his space, and space she gives him. Though, in this period of time she's come to notice if something was wrong. And right now? There definitely is. She could tell from how his hands held a grip on the steering wheel. Also from how the car was steadily going faster and faster and faster.

"Um, Barry? You okay?"

She asked with a raised eyebrow.

Hearing her voice, Barry slowed the car but he saw still repeating the same phrase over and over, his hands were sweaty from holding the steering wheel, and his eyes were blinking rapidly. He stopped saying the phrase after Bonnie asked 'are you okay?' and then burst out roaring 'I AM NOT OKAY!' in a loud, booming voice, they came to a stop and the car slowed. Barry was breathing heavily, his eyes furrowed, in an uncontrollable rage. Every ounce of him was trying not to focus on Bonnie, because if he focused on her, he'd focus on her neck, and then focus on her blood, and then that wouldn't result in a good thing. After a bit, he shakily said "I haven't had blood for 6 days."

Barry pushed on the accelerator again, and soon after they had pulled into the house, it wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. It was just perfect for him and Bonnie to be living in together. He kicked open his door and strutted along the pathway. He pulled out the keys from his pocket, put them into the lock and swung the door open.

Damien was slumped in a chair, alone with his thoughts. He was just about to go upstairs when he heard the click of the door being unlocked. Sitting upright, he turned his head to the door as two people entered. Damien rose and hid behind the chair, waiting in anticipation to find out who it was. He couldn't tell whether they were human. He gazed at them as they walked through the door. A girl with golden hair and a boy with shockingly red hair. He sensed they weren't human, which made him wonder what business they had here.

Barry raised an eyebrow, he took a deep breath in. "A ghost eh? Well I'm Barry, a vampire. And this is my friend Bonnie, a werewolf.". He walked in and took in the new house. He suddenly felt an angry urge inside, a urge to shout, an urge to roar. He calmly walked closer to the ghost, and said in a shaky tone "Lay a finger on either me or Bonnie, and you won't be here for long.". Barry had managed to supress the urge for now, but it was going to show later, he was going to be angrier for the rest of the day now.

"Wouldn't worry about that, you're the threat here..." He looked Barry over. "Craving blood. Great, you'll be cranky." Damien shook his head slightly. "Sorry, that was rude...bad start." He gave Barry and Bonnie a small smile. "I'm Damien."

Barry furrowed his brow slightly. He then licked his fangs again. "I have a couple of questions I ask people, the topic for these is your death. What? Who? When? Why?" Barry then gave a small smirk. " And by the way, yes I am craving blood, and unless you want to help me satisfy that urge, don't talk about it. I've killed quite a few people, even ones I loved to satisfy my thirst, but it never worked."

"It seems I am here to right some wrongs. With the beasts that are Vampires." He looked at Barry firmly. "2013. I was walking home in the dark, alone. A vampire approached me. The savage monster was crazy- either that or was starved of blood. I started to run, suspecting that he would bite me and I would turn vampire. But he grabbed my neck and strangled me. I struggled so he cracked my neck. Just like that." Damien said, clicking his fingers. "Sinister, I know. So don't expect me to fall in love with you."

Barry smirked "How did you know he was a vampire if you were human? You couldn't possibly have known about vampires when you were human, we have a very strict code on keeping our existence secret". He sat down on the sofa before uttering the words that Barry knew would strike fear into his soul "What colour was his hair? It was red, wasn't it?".

"What?! So you-?" Sudden realisation hit him and Damien screamed in frustration. "WHAT THE F*** DO YOU THINK YOU'RE SAYING?! YOU KILLED ME?! YOU FREAK!" Damien was shaking, resisting the urge to lash out at Barry. "BUT WHY?! Why...?"

Barry simply sat there as Damien screamed at him. "If only you hadn't struggled." He sighed. "Go on, release your anger, do what you want, hit me, throw stuff at me, anything". "The reason I killed you was simple. I was thirsty, and I'm sorry" He stood up and spread his arms out "Go on, hit me, I deserve it."

Damien lifted his hand, hesitated, and then lowered it. "You're a savage being, but humans are no worse. Neither are ghosts." He shuffled awkwardly. "So...I've heard things about inviting Vampires into your house..." He smiled at his strange attempt to lighten the mood.

To say Bonnie was shocked was an understatement. She was scared shitless. Barry never yelled at her before. Sure they argued but he never raised his voice. Without meaning to, she'd let out a whimper, her inner wolf also scared. She remained silent for the rest of the ride, even as he told her about the blood.

When they arrived she was still silent, instead choosing to just grab her bags and follow him in. More like bag though. Imagine her surprise when she fount a ghost in the house. She gave a warm smile and wave when Barry introduced them. Giving an eye roll at the treat he have the poor ghost.

She then went outside to the car for only a minute only to run back inside after hearing yelling. Only to find out Barry killed Damien the ghost.

"Oh Barry." She said shaking her head in disappointment and disbelief. Not wanting to believe her friend, her Barry, had killed this poor guy. Recently too. Though, she was glad when the ghost changed the subject, trying to light the mood.

"Legally, this is my house, and no, the invitation thing does not work with vampires." He frowned for a minute. "You seem oddly calm about meeting the person who killed you". He flared his nostrils, somewhere in the vicinity he could smell blood, he looked outside and saw a small girl who had cut her knee after falling off a bike "Damien, shut the doors and pull the curtains, I don't want to hurt anyone else, especially since I'm craving for blood."