He didn't bother mimicking life, not tonight he could tell she was too distrought to notice if something was off about him so why waste the blood. It was not a far walk to the rented room over the bar. This was actually a room he had been renting himself to escape Phoebe when he wished to sleep and not deal with her. He lead her up the back steps leading up the side of the building.

"I did not say I stopped, just that I know it is a useless plight why else would I live like this?" he spoke. Reaching the door he opened it, pushing the door open. The inside was simple, a bed, table and an old trunk covered in travel stickers from being shipped around. It had four locks on it. Everything else seemed to have come with the room. A room barely lived in. The windows were covered up completely.

"Come in." He spoke as he moved across the room to light up the lamps. her pain called to him..and made him want to destory his maker more then every but he wanted her safe. He knew by now someone has told Phoebe where he walked off too and that he had a woman in his company.