It didn’t take Evon long to throw up, just remembering how her mother and father looked was horrid. The thought of blood was unbearable to think about that she couldn’t stop her body from lurching. Her stomach continued to try and empty it’s contents despite how there was nothing inside, they had small stomachs since it was meant for blood but still their digestive rates were incredibly fast. When she finally managed to stop herself she moved herself back, seated down as she was leaning against the wall staring at the toilet blankly. “Why did I have to go out?” she asked herself softly before closing her eyes. She felt so much regret from that one night that it was no wonder that these dreams had such an impact on her. 

She spent ten minutes in the bathroom before finally coming out, having washed her face and wiped her mouth. Though she blinked with surprise at seeing Mathias seated on the bed with a robe on. Immediately she looked apologetic for clearly having woken him up in the middle of the day. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” she asked with a weak smile. She figured he had heard her throwing up which of course would have worried anyone.