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Sachie frowned at the sight of the bats. It wasn't that he didn't like bats. If anything it was quite the opposite as the vampire had as much affection for them as he did for the cats he kept. These bats, however, seemed a bit... off.

With a little hesitation, he bit into his own thumb to draw out some blood. The wound was already rapidly closing as a few drops came out. He raised his hand in the air because all the bats he knew enjoyed the taste of blood just as much as he did. "Here bat... bat."

He frowned as the bats continued to fly out of reach. Not wanting to waste perfectly good blood, Sachie withdrew his hand and linked it. He wrinkled his nose disapprovingly. His own blood just didn't taste the same as drinking the fresh blood of a human.

He didn't mind the floor boards that creaked under his feet nor the strange noises that came from... elsewhere. It was clearly an old building, and the vampire was more than old enough to know that old buildings made funny noises... and not the good kinds of funny that involved jokes and refreshments... He though about blood again, wondering where the kitchen was and if there was blood available in the pantry.

He went through a doorway, leaving the room behind him and found himself...

Tenko didn't mind cats. Or foxes. Or even bats. She liked animals in general, actually. But she could not stand mice. They were cute, but lately, every time she made a batch a cookies, one would go missing. Every single time. One day, she turned the oven light on to figure out what was going on. It turned out mice were stealing her cookies and she couldn't stand thieves.

Her partner, Ginger, didn't feel the same way. He thought they were like squirrels, only smaller. And bats were like squirrels that could fly, so they were good in his book too.

The two of them walked through the house. Tenko recited her mantra, "I am not a coward. I am brave and courageous like." over and over. Ginger had his nose on the ground as he sniffed for anything out of place. It was hard to see in the dark, so he had to trust his nose and she had to trust him, because her eyes weren't any better.

She jumped when she stepped on a squeaky floorboard. "Eek!" Ginger grabbed her dress, because he was worried she might fall. When she finally got her wits about her, she felt around the walls. Then, she touched something smooth and flat that jutted out a wall. "What is this? A counter? A dresser? A box?"