Home...finally.

He had originally went out for something to eat. That's it. Nothing more. Instead he spent the last week or so meeting what he was fairly sure was a very small vampire, getting kidnapped, getting shot at (rather successfully), injected with vampire blood and revived, met a very pissed off, crispy vampire lady, survive a burning inferno, rescue another vampire, become addicted to said vampire blood, go through the worst withdrawls...EVER, fight with a vampire, fall in love with said vampire, go to a ball, be blown up at a ball and then finally check his mail.

When Kyle opened his mail box in the lobby of his building, his mail flew out and spilled onto the floor. With a sigh, he slowly picked up said mail and headed towards the elevator.

His tuxedo was now damp from the fire hoses and gray from the ash. He caught a reflection of it as he passed the high polished entry way into the bank of elevators. Standing next to a few people who looked at him oddly, he smiled and waved politely.

The elevator ride up was uneventual, to which Kyle was most grateful and as he pushed opened the door to his apartment, threw the mail onto the floor and tripped on some boxes he still needed to unpack. Finding his remote for the blinds, he opened them up, letting in the rising red sun.

Just then he yawned, realizing how tired he was. Stripping off his tuxedo he made his way down the hallway and up the stairs to his shower.

Kyle let the hot water run over his face and then turned, letting it roll down his back. He groaned as the bruised muscles relaxed, the last week or so being a nightmare. Of course not all was ruined and he smiled gently thinking of Nova, but grimaced as he realized that hurt too.

His eyes snapped open. He had forgotten to take the little pills Nova had given him. Groaning again he reached down and shut off the shower. He tried to recall the last time he ate, which would've been about 18 hrs previous. Not feeling hungry, he decided eating would be a good idea.

Stepping out of the shower, Kyle made his way down back to the kitchen, wrapping the towel around his waist. Although he did not utilize the maid service in the building, which he should, he did take advantage of the food facilities that restocked bi-monthly. His milk, not that he drank that much, was always fresh and his head of lettuce did not resemble a shrunken head. Grabbing the makings of a pastrami sandwich, he set the ingredients on the kitchen counter and walked off to find his tuxedo pants.

Upon finding them, he reached into the pocket and pulled out a small case. Opening it, he took out two pills and popped them into his mouth. Walking back to the kitchen he pulled out the gallon of milk and drank straight from it. His mother would be proud.

That done he decided to make and eat his sandwich, then head out to have a look see at the warehouse fire. That should be interesting for his follow up story, he figured.

((OOC - Kyle out))