
Once He's finished smoking He then gets in his car and drives home. The roads are pretty much clear other than the poor souls going to work at 6am when He's only just finishing. He feels the temptation to put His foot down and to speed His way home but He just can't afford any more trouble, He needs to drive sensibly so just puts some music on and feel some enjoyment in that. He looks at the houses as He drives along, some are in darkness as it's occupants are still asleep in bed and others have lights on as some people get themselves ready for the day ahead.
He pulls into His road and turns the music down ever so slightly so that it doesn't disturb His neighbours because He doesn't care about any other road He drives down, only His own. His neighbours are the ones that He has to see from time to time, no need to make things tense and awkward. When He arrives outside His house He sees that there is a light on which He thinks is very considerate of His Father. There is just no need to enter a dark house to be unsuspectantly jumped upon by a beast.
He gets to His front door and can see, through the window, a shape moving in the house. He opens the door, walks in and the great, big dog paces around Him before sitting down looking at Him with intent. Once He shuts the door He just glares at the dog and knows that the dog is smiling at Him, glad He's home and is desperate for attention, much like it's owner. He begins by stroking the dog's head only for the dog to lie on the floor and enjoy the attention. Once that He felt it was enough He moved to the kitchen to grab the dogs lead and take it for a walk. He strapped the lead to the dog and the dog jumped at the front door desperate to get outside. Once He opened the door the dog shot out and He had to jog after it until He had enough strength to halt the dog and walk sensibly.
They walked together in the darkness and it was the morning walk that He felt most difficult to bare because that's when His mind would wander back to times gone. He began to think of Her and Their times together, the good and the bad although sometimes it was difficult to tell the difference. He would remember the arguments and how rotten She made Him feel but also how loved She made Him feel the rest of the time. She looked after Him when He was ill, fed Him when He was hungry, hugged Him when He was upset. It was a great experience for Him being in such a serious relationship but also a tragic one. He would remember the tears They both shed during every fight, would remember the feeling of not wanting to go home and also the feeling of entrapment because They couldn't be apart.

He reached His front door and walked in with the dog, unleashed it and headed upstairs to His bedroom. The house felt so empty without Her in it anymore. The house was once filled with a happy family which broke apart, then it was filled with Him & Her which was filled with both happiness and pain and now broke apart also. He began to wonder if the house was cursed but shook away these thoughts. He knew that a time would come when He would find another "Her" again. He glanced out the window to see that the sun was slowly beginning to rise just as He was going to bed, this was very normal for Him. To call him a vampire would be insulting because He's just trying to live the life He has as best as He can.

Before falling asleep another thought would come to Him: Make the Most of Now. He then shut His eyes and drift off to sleep. His dreams would take Him to the stars, His body would remain still and His future would be filled with posibilities, opportunities and people that even He will not expect.