This was supposed to be out like a day ago but when I went to finish it everything was deleted and I couldn't get it back. So so sorry.

Fallacy POV
  Suave and I left, Encre was crying so much it looked like it hurt. I felt so bad about it.
He's so worried and I know it's because he cares but I'll be fine. Suave will to. Maybe. I don't know. He's got like a fifty percent chance of living through this.
"Master Fallacy, is everything alright?" Suave asked.
  "Did you see how sad my Encre was? Oh, breaks my heart to see him like that." I said.
  "Then go back. What we are traveling for is... no offense sir it's kind of stupid."
  "I know."
  We kept going and made it to the mortal village by sunrise. Everyone looked terrified upon seeing me.
  I made my way to Encre's old home.
  "Ah! Who are you!?" His father asked.
  "I am Fallacy, king of vampires. Oh, and Encre's husband." I said.
  His parents looked disgusted and angry.
  "Get out of my house." He said.
  "No. I think you should be more careful how you speak with me." I warned.
  They then looked scared.
  "Suave, stay with them. I'd like to look for something." I said.
  He nodded and I went to Encre's old room. There were drawings everywhere. One was a drawing of his family.
  My poor darling probably spent hours on this. I found a box filled with old sketchbooks. These are what he misses? Ok.
  I took them and found a small knife on the bottom of the box. Confused, I looked at the letter under it.
  It was from Eterna.
  Weird. They used to be friends. His room was treated like it was a canvas. Pictures of landscapes and forests were painted all over the walls.
  Just like he painted the art room. We slept there during the day. At night when we left, we killed them and framed their neighbours.
  We made our way back to the forest.
  A wolf jumped in front of us. Suave looked to me, fear in his eyes.
  "Stay still." I said.
  "Y-yes."
  I turned to a bat. The wolf was confused. I could kill it. In one hit it was dead. I ate what I could and we went on our way.
  "Did you have to eat it?" He asked.
  "No."
  "Then why did you?"
  "Encre's like, 90% of my impulse control."
  "Oh dear god.