Oliver rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, you're sooo funny", he sneered. "But seriously, Thorne. This guy's trying to kill me for turning him. He hasn't been like this for long, maybe since the 1800s. He still doesn't know how to control his feeding habits. Do not under any circumstances agree to go off alone with him. Hell, don't agree to do anything with him. Andrew will turn on you in the blink of an eye-"
"How do I know you won't?" I demanded.
He shook his head. "In 24 hours, I've got enough dirt and other things hanging over your head that would've made you disappear by now", Oliver grunted. "But seriously. Don't hang out with him. Ballsack's nothing but a seedy wankstain. Just please Thorne."
"Oliver, it'll be alright", I said.
"No it won't be", Oliver sighed. He tensed up a little and grabbed my shoulders. "Thorne, my home, which was initially Ballsack free, has now been infiltrated because your brother invited Andrew in. Andrew was here to be invited because you came here-"
"You wanted me here!" I gasped.
