Downstairs! 

There's one person in the kitchen, and one in the living room. Angela considers for half a second, and then zips into the living room, sneaking up behind the couch and poking the back of the man's head.

"Mister?"

 "Hm?" He half-turns, but can't get a good look at her in the dark. "What're you doing up, kid." He asks flatly.

"I'm hungry," she whispers. 

 He sighs, "Ka-" he stops, "Wait, you're not Katie." He turns all the way, "Ang-?" 

She pounces, covering his mouth as she rips into his throat with her teeth. Don't want to wake the kids upstairs! She's kinda written them off at this point, but Jack and Colin'll need something to eat when they wake up, if nothing else. 

Zeke watches, studying his new "girlfriend's" enthusiastic, if un-honed form.

She's getting a fair amount of blood on her hoodie cape. She'll be annoyed by that later, but for now she's a bit busy.

The guy makes enough noise to alert the woman in the kitchen, who steps towards the door. "Liam?" She calls, "Is something wrong?" 

"Ang is back!" Zeke calls back in an unnering imitation of the man's voice.

"What, Angela?" She picks up her pace, comig to a stop in the doorway when she catches sight of Zeke (Angela and Liam are hidden by the couch). She blinks, "Goodness, where are your clothes?" 

"I don't have any."

Blink, "Well, I'm sure one of the other boys will lend you something- Liam, where did you go?" She comes around the couch, catching sight of Angela and her meal. Her eyes widen and she opens her mouth to scream. 

She doesn't have time. In less than a second, she doesn't even have a throat.

With both adults taken care of, the two children are left to feast in peace.

Angela pokes curiously at formerly-Liam's chest once the blood stops coming easily, "Still hungry," she muses, before looking over at Zeke, "Can you show me the best parts to eat?" She asks him.

"Sure!"

Zeke shows her how to extract a liver.

Nom.

"S'better than fish," she decides. Still eating, she peers around the room until her eyes fall on a little metal tin, brightening, "Does chocolate still taste the same?" She wonders, already bouncing over to find out.

It does!

Yay! She offers some to Zeke, too, "Do vampires make candy and chocolate?" She wonders.

"Making stuff's for humans," he says as he chews on the chocolate. 

"Guess they're good for something, then, never having any chocolate again would be the Worst." Nomnom delicious chocolate. 

Zeke yawns. “Want to go somewhere to yawn?”

His yawning is contagious.

"Yeah," she agrees after she's done, rubbing at her eyes. Outside?

Zeke leads her to a mossy rock hollow. He beckons for cuddles. 

Cuddles! And sleep. 

The next morning, something is proddding Angela with its toe.

"Nnnngh-" she snatches at it, blinking her eyes open to squint at the offender.

A little redhead girl, about as naked as Angela, covered head to toe in fresh tye dye paint. She smells... strong. Not like food at all. Like kin.

She’s also grinning broadly. “Hi!”

There’s bright 60s rock music blaring from an old boom box. A similarly painted boy is dancing in the clearing.

”They awake?”

Ooo, "Hello!" She's up in a flash, looking between them curiously, "Who are you? What are you?" 

Ezekiel groans and covers his ears. “Werewolves.”