Felix stands shuffling his feet, his claws making soft scratching noises on the stones. He listens as Isis tells hin the way to the rooms and smiles at her invitation to stay. He needed a place to rest for the day. When asked to leave he scurries off. With a flick of his tail he bounds into the floor and re-emerges in the grand kitchen. He looks to the cook asleep in his quarters, strange that a vampire should have one. A maid walks past and he sniffs at her from the shadows. He knows he cannot approach her like other vampires would. She would flee the sight of him. Sometimes he hated his sire for making him like this and then abandoning him. He hears a scratching sound in the pantry and sighs.

Rats blood again for poor Felix. Nasty little rats. Poor felix.

A tear runs down his cheek as he drops to all fours and crawls towards the sound.