Grace nodded as the vampire commented on how she cleaned up after herself. She saw it this way. It was her addiction. Her life. Her mess. She had to make sure no one would get hurt by her life choices. She was an addict. She used a ton of different drugs. To get over the fact that she was a dirty 'druggie' she drank. She drank and drank til her problems were no more. She did start to clean her room from bottles but there are just so many that it was hard to keep on top of. They aren't as small as needles that could just be tossed in a bin. She kept them out of the way, they littered pretty much all four corners of her 'bedroom'.
As Skylar kissed her cheek Grace felt her face go red. Such a beautiful being would kiss something so dirty? The fact that she drank her blood must have been... disgusting for her. She must have been pretty damn desperate. Maybe that's why she didn't drain her. Her blood was too gross. Shame. Would have been a cool way to go. Killed by a vampire. Not many can say that!
Graces eyes locked onto Skylar's as she continued to blush. She soon looked away and down at the floor. She wasn't good enough to look at such a sophisticated being like her. She was street vermin. And the vampire in front of her was almost like a Goddess. "I'm ashamed because of how far I have fallen... I used to have a job, friends, family, but I got fired, my friends and family turned me away when I needed help and now I'm just here... Nicking whatever I can to get my next fix, not caring about who I hurt in the process. I have gone to clinics and they don't help they just judge. I've tried going cold turkey and I cant do it. I just cant seem to kick the habit. Its like when I need my fix, my brain isn't even thinking, my body just does what it needs for the next dose." She sighed as she looked at the floor. She felt her cocaine in her pocket. Its strange. Since she had been bitten her craving for drugs went away, like it was as though she had got her fix.