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It was about a month after the Thursday Roman and Patton had found out their roommates were vampires. Roman had offered his blood to Virgil and Logan two more times. However, he started to feel dizzy when standing up, much more than before. Logan started to worry about his health and declined any more offers.
‘Logan, you need it, I’m fine!’
‘No, Roman, you said yourself that you feel dizzy or lightheaded more often than before.’
‘Well, that’s only dizziness, what’s the big deal about feeling a little dizzy?’
‘It’s not ‘a little’, Roman, I’ve seen you stagger when getting up.’
‘So what? It’s still just dizziness!’
‘Yes, now it is, I do not wish to find out how long you can go without more severe side-effects.’
‘But-’
‘No, Roman.’
Virgil got up from the couch.
‘He’s right, Roman. I know that you want to help us and we’re very thankful for that. You’ve done one of the bravest things I can think of, you trusted bloody vampires, pun intended, that they will not kill you, which is very unlikely according to those books and movies you like so much. But you need to look after yourself too. We have managed to survive for the past couple of centuries without someone to offer us blood regularly, so we should be able to do so again.’
Patton had been watching them argue, but now interfered:
‘Maybe we could take turns? I feel a little guilty that Roman is constantly offering blood, but I don’t.’
‘What? You don’t need to feel guilty, Pat! We would never expect you to let us drink your blood just because Roman does so!’
‘I know, but it still doesn’t feel right. So, you can have some of mine if you take it while I’m sleeping and you ask me.’
‘That is very kind and brave of you, Patton. Know you can withdraw your offer at any moment.’
‘Thanks, Logan. So we’ll work with taking turns?’
‘That seems like a suitable solution. Still, these turns will take place less often than how frequently you’ve offered your blood, Roman. We are well able to survive with less than that.’
‘And if we get thirsty, some mice work fine…’
That evening Patton asked them if his first turn could be that night.
‘I know you don’t really need it yet, but I’m not sure if I’ll get scared again. I know you’ll be really careful and it’s safe enough, but I want to be sure I don’t chicken out again.’
‘Patton, if you feel uncomfortable, we won’t ask you.’
‘I know, Logan, but it’s fine. I don’t feel uncomfortable because I don’t trust you or because I’m afraid that something will go wrong. It’s something else. It kinda feels the same as going on a roller coaster for the first time, maybe without all of the excitement. I know it’s going to be fine and I just need to get over it, but I’m still nervous.’
‘I see. In that case, will you need sleeping pills? I can imagine it won’t be easy to fall asleep. I have some in the bathroom.’
‘Yeah, maybe. I’ll take one, guess you’ll see me in a bit,’ Patton said. ‘Good night, I suppose.’
‘For some weird reason, it doesn’t feel entirely right to wish you good night in this situation.’
Virgil grinned.
‘Yeah, we would just sound like one of those father-figure-villains in horror movies after telling a creepy bedtime story to the child…’
Later that night, Logan woke up to the sound of the alarm he had set on his phone. Quietly he got up, left his room, and knocked on his brother’s door. He heard some stumbling around in the room almost immediately and when the door opened it revealed a tired and nervous Virgil who clearly hadn’t been able to sleep at all.
‘It’s time?’
‘Yes, taking the amount of time it takes for the pills to take effect and the average human sleeping schedule into account, Patton should be in his second-deepest state of sleep right now. Of course, if we don’t want to wake him up the right time should be in his deepest state of sleep, but in that state one also dreams and I do not wish to give Patton nightmares by biting him while he is dreaming.’
‘Clear, you’re still madly in love with him, but you’re right, not cool giving the “love of your existence” nightmares.’
Logan sighed and turned around towards Patton’s room. He opened the room as silently as possible and tip-toed inside, closely followed by a still smirking Virgil. He stopped at Patton’s bed, admiring the peacefully sleeping guy, not caring about the look his brother was giving him.
‘You sure you can bite him? You don’t look too keen on hurting dear Pat.’
‘You’ve managed pretty well with your crush so far.’
‘Excuse me?’
‘You know what I mean.’
‘I do not have a crush on Roman!’ Virgil started to raise his volume while still whispering, which made him sound somewhat like Voldemort. Logan ignored him.
‘And as for the first question, yes, I’m as well able to bite him as I am to bite Roman.’
And with that, Logan set his teeth in Patton’s neck. Virgil noticed that, even though his brother had said it didn’t make much of a difference, he drank less than he did when biting Roman. He teased Logan even more by drinking slower than usual, and so it looked like he drank more. He decided to stop and confess he was messing with him when Logan started to move uncomfortably. After he had explained that, Logan left the room without another word and Virgil couldn’t help but grin. He hadn’t expected it to work that well.
The next morning, Patton woke up with a bandage on his throat and was surprised to find Virgil in the living room, trying to make his brother accept an apology for something.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Virgil apparently thought it would be funny to act as if he was drinking way more of your blood than what would have been safe by drinking very slowly. Needless to say, I got quite worried!’
Patton looked at both of them before he started to laugh.
‘I’m sorry, Lo, but it’s so sweet that you worry so much about me. That’s actually a really good prank, Virge,’ he said while walking up to a shocked Logan and embracing him.
Logan’s face turned an impressively red color, considering how pale he was. Virgil decided to discreetly disappear into his room where Logan was sure he was muffling his laughter into his pillow.