Though Senya preferred humans, she followed Boris and fed on wildlife. When they'd finished, they headed back to his shabby house. As Senya ducked inside, she wondered why vampires preferred to live in squalid conditions, but decided it probably had little to do with choice. Days, weeks, years passed differently for them. The ten years between new house paint would pass in the blink of an eye, let alone the weekly necessity of mowing or weeding. Then there was the problem of sunlight. It wasn't as if there was a lot of time in the summer for them to be awake. Who wanted to spend what little there was on house maintenance. No, it was more likely a lack of concern, so that one day you woke up in what had been a nice house to discover it had become a hovel.
That's why I preferred The Guild. None of that to worry about.