Adam hated to be in the magical creatures registry. This meant that Adam would always and forever be known as a vampire in the eye of the law. He spent the entire day moping around his house, as he couldn't sleep. The house was dark except for a few lights he'd turned on. He'd draw down the curtains as to block out the sun. Adam sighed... The stress of the situation caused him to get hungry once again. Adam was very much a stress eater...

He went to the fridge... It was always empty except for a flask of blood that he kept for emergencies. He pulled it out of the fridge and started to take small, short sips from the flask. He felt his bloodlust subside a little. It never felt good to have to drink from his emergency stash. Still, Adam couldn't feel bad over this. This was certainly an emergency.

Adam knew he needed to do what other vampires from his past had done... They'd all started to get blood from the hospital, or from donation trucks. What, with the rise in awareness of the vampire population, there'd since been many different alternatives to blood that were available for vampires. It was high time that he started living like a modern vampire. Adam groaned at the thought...

After a couple of hours, Adam would have to make his way back to the studio... To face all of the scared, judgmental faces of the people who were there when Adam attacked. It was a little nerve-wrecking and scary for Adam, but it needed to be done. Adam couldn't afford to lose his contract with the record label. They'd given him the chance to create beautiful music and the chance to share his music with the world. Adam didn't want that to be taken away.

After resting for a few minutes, Adam hopped into his car and drove back to the studio. He'd complain about the driving time if it weren't his career to be a musician. But, truthfully, Adam really didn't hate driving. When he approached the studio, he noticed that it was lit up, not surprising, but he was shocked that they didn't close after the death of the engineer. Adam parked his car and went inside.

"Adam!" His producer called. Adam just stared at him. "I'm glad the police didn't arrest you, Adam." He said. Adam rolled his eyes, not feeling glad at that remark. Adam went into the studio and started to do his work. He needed to record his guitar and drum tracks. He didn't sing, just wrote a lot of instrumental rock music. So when Adam recorded his music, he was able to get lost in it, listening to every note as if it were beats of his heart.

When Adam was done laying down his drum and guitar tracks, which only took about two hours, he made his way to the cafeteria where he got a drink of water and just sat at a table for a while, not doing anything specific, just checking out the area around him.