Lake Rodney Everyone is a book of blood

It took him a moment to realise through his cloud of increasing frustration that there was another presence. He slowly looked up only with his odd eyes and stared at the man expectantly, tongue swiping across his black  lips to clean them of the specks of fish gore that messied them.  "Is there something I can do for you?" he asked with enough snark in his friendly tone to make it evident he was feeling antisocial and would be no fun to talk to. Calculatingly he studied the man and in a smooth movement sat up to properly face the other presence. He had bee taught to always show his confidence in the face of a stranger while maintaining a good face. He had nearly mastered the first but showing a good face was often hard looking as he did and also needing to feed of the blood of others to survive.  He always had to move and his sweet dear mother had always come with him....until now.