Conrad was having a really, really bad day.
He had spent the night before in a hotel, for one, which always left him feeling disgruntled. There were a number of things he was particular about, where he slept being one of them...trying to sleep in an unfamiliar bed always came across as more of a bother than it needed to be. It was made even worse by the fact that he knew the hotel was about five minutes from his home - that his own bed was so, so close, yet he couldn't just go there.
He couldn't go there because a vampire had decided to move in, and the damned bat had driven him out with verbal abuse. This was not only troublesome because he was SURE that vampires were only in trashy teen novels and old movies, but also because it meant that a BAT had TALKED him out of his house. He didn't know which bothered him more.
As if all of this wasn't stupid enough, he had to renew his car tabs. So there he sat, in one of those flimsy plastic-and-metal chairs, staring at the posters on the wal