"Taviiiiii. You ate the rest of the sandwich. How could you?"

I sighed. Not only was my roomate a vampire, but she was a lazy-ass as well. "Vinyl," I yelled from my spot on the couch, "make your own damn sandwich."

"Fine, fine. See if I care next time Bob Seger's band* shows up. Gawdess's sake Tavi. Stop being such a little bitch."

As you can see, we were not on the best of terms at the moment. You could even say there was some --snicker-- bad blood between us.

Author's Notes:

Bob Seger's back up band is known as the Silver Bullet Band. Silver bullets kill werewolves.

Fun Fact: My best pegasister friend's ex wrote the story this is riffing.