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Bernard flattened his ears, pulling his teeth out of the tennis ball with some difficulty (there were now several large holes in the ball from where he had been biting it). He licked his lips to rid them of any green fluff, his large eyes sad at the thought of it. That poor dog.
Poor Kyle, too.

"I did a lot of things I'm not proud of when I first started as a vamp. Killed so much... Friends, family..." He shook as if he was crying.

Now that Bernard had somewhat satiated his issues since he had bit into the ball, he could actually be nice again. It wouldn't last long, he'd be cranky again soon enough, but for now he was good when it mattered.
His head was back on Kyle's lap, his eyes looking up at him in a rather adorable way. He was content just to sit there and look at him until he was okay again, although he eventually felt his energy draining away again and hopped on the couch with Kyle before he couldn't do anything anymore. He pressed himself against the vampire as he snuggled down on the couch, the heat of his own body contrasting with that of Kyle's cold one.

"Thanks, you really are nice. The others would have slapped him and told me to grow and and grow some balls." He chuckled with a sad sound. "We are a vampire a s werewolf. Why do we get along?"

He sighed, chewing absentmindedly on Kyle's fingers. He couldn't honestly answer that question, and that was apparent in the way he was using Kyle's hand as a chew toy. He wasn't aware that he might be hurting the vampire; he wasn't aware of a whole lot right at this moment.

Kyle watched Bernard chewing, it stung a bit but it wasn't breaking the skin. He relaxed and thought how he had changed, from his mischiefous party teen ager trying to get girls to sleep with him to now, he still partied a lot but not he either was trying to get girls in a quiet place to devour them or trying to fight off the urges he had to kill them. His life was now all about blood and nothing much else. He hated this existence. He wasn't going anywhere or doing anything. But what was a vampire to do? Go to college again? He had been twice. And they don't offer many classed during the night. Try to find another night job, everything was always construction or being a guard it was boring and lonely. He sighed.

Bernard growled and pulled away, resisting the urge to bite Kyle's fingers off. He vented on the tennis ball instead, puncturing holes in the green skin of the round object. It felt good, so he did it again, and again-
Pretty soon the ball was in a rather un-ball like shape as he tore it apart. It was almost like it had deflated, only tennis balls don't deflate. They die, and that was exactly what this one did.
He whined in disappointment once he realized what he had done, resting his head on his paws and staring at the deformed green thing like that would fix it. Once this was over he needed to go out and buy himself something hardier than a tennis ball to chew on once this time of the month rolled around. The tennis ball just wasn't cutting it.

Kyle chuckled and when over to a bag and pulled out another. "Here" He bounced to towards him.

Bernard trapped it with his paws, thumping his tail once in thanks and chewing on the new ball, trying not to kill this one quite as quickly. Eventually he fell asleep, still exhausted as ever.

(~le time skippy~)

It was the day of the full moon. Bernard was in his human form this time, pacing back and forth like a caged wolf. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...
"Okay Kyle, here's the deal. Around six or so I'm going to my room and you're gonna lock the door behind me. After that, don't even think about opening the door again, not for anything. Not even if the place is on fire, okay? I'm going to try to kill you if you open the door- nothing personal but I can't control myself tonight. Don't open the door for anything. Got it?"