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There was something outside your window and it didn't even try to be subtle.
You heard it for the past few minutes- creepy and insistent scratching against the glass, some squeeking mixed with it.
It wasn't that scary, more like annoying since every minute the more noise continued the more time to sleep you were losing.
It was some time later when your patience finally snapped- this little shit outside let out a angry demonic screech before slamming against the glass.
Do it again, I dare you, you little-
Slam!
- Okay, that's enough.
You switched your light on before sitting upright to face the source of the noise.
A bat. Hard to tell if it was normal bat or a blood sucker that could shift into one but it didn't matter as long as it was quiet and letting you sleep.
Whatever it was- it was visibly startled by the sudden light.
The creature let out a panicked squeak before its tiny paws lost their grip and started to slip against the glass. For a second you just watched his desperate fight to caught himself from falling (did he forget he can fly or something?) but failed miserably to do so.
Tiny body dropped down dramatically, away from your line of sight and your heart stopped for a moment.
Oh no wait, now you forgot it has wings.
Maybe if it was a regular bat who knew how to act like one it would use them but noooo. It had to be one of those local Draculas that decided to annoy you.
Seconds later there was a thud of the body falling to the ground and your brain woke up, too confused and somehow scared. It was one heavy body, definitely not belonging to tiny bat, but to one grown ass man who uttered a very loud 'fuck' once he hit the ground.
Red alarm flared in your head because, holy shit, you knew that voice and apparently you knew the peeping bat too. With a alarm came a miniature heart attack- was he fine? Did he break something? How much time was there left to sunrise?
You cleared your throat and tried your luck, just in case.
- Nick?
There was an affirming groan and some barely audible shuffling on the other side.
You threw the covers to the side, imadietly jumping to the window and opening it fully to assess the damage.
Please be okay, please be okay, please be okay you dumbass-
Yup, said man was trying to stand up and looked like a deer caught in headlights once his dark eyes met yours.
Your fluttering heart swelled with relief that he's fine, I mean, what a little fall can do to a vampire, right? He appeared a bit disheveled but nothing looked broken, cut or burned (they do tend to burn at lots of things).
Concern aside, it was too early to be nice.
- What the fuck are you doing here?
He flashed his best ' I'm innocent and it totally not my fault ' smile, before giving you an answer.
- I was kinda... Watching you sleep.
Oh-kay?
You blinked dumbly at him, he smiled widely at you, quiet proud of himself... So you took the first object within your reach, which happened to be decorative cushion, and threw it down at him with all your might.
Even if as a vampire his reflexes should've been better than yours (in theory), he definitively wasn't expecting the attack. Nick was so visibly startled by the fluffy object that he had to jump back a bit. The vampire even hissed in surprise when his dodge did nothing and the cushion hit him straight in the face before falling uselessly to the ground. You didn't know if you lacked aim or some higher force helped you out but it worked.
Nick looked up at you with betrayal written all over his face and you barely kept the snort of laugh in. Nope, not the time, I'm angry. And now I'll have to wash this pillow.
Even from here you could spot his fangs peeking out from underneath his slightly parted lips, both sharp and dangerous. Maybe you'd be tiny, little bit scared if you weren't so pissed off.
You had to scan your surroundings to check if anyone was unfortunate enough to observe this whole weird situation. Thankfully there was no living (ha) soul witnessing the interaction. Besides the cameraman and this other guy who though they're sneaky behind the one of larger containers. That angered you even more since they had no sense of privacy. But at least they weren't some poor random citizen or one of your neighbours.
To keep it this way you had to keep your angry tone hushed. Thankfully (or not) both perk and disadvantage of arguing with a vampire is the fact they'll hear anything you'd say. Plus there was a chance the microphone won't catch it either.
- That's creepy!
He scoffed before grabbing the pillow and chucking it back to you while he even had a gal to look offended by your words. Once the poor item landed somewhere in the room behind you (you barely managed to dodge it) he tried to defend himself rather aggressively. The fact that something just broke because of the cushion went unnoticed by both of you but the cameraman flinched and looked around nervously.
Too loud then.
Too bad Nick didn't care or, most likely, didn't realize he should keep his tone as quiet as possible. Just because he was the one with super hearing there didn't mean he had to shout for you to understand.
- That's romantic as fuck-
You stopped him with a quiet 'shhhh', and then louder one when he opened his mouth to carry on with his arguments. Deciding to get your point across you leaned down even furather, basically hanging there with upper body completely out of the room, and whisper-shouted at him.
- No it's not! The hell is wrong with you?
Oh boy was it cold outside. Shiver raked through your body violently and for one moment you considered just shutting the window close and going back to sleep. Oh, and closing the curtains so certain 'twilight' could go home without getting any stupid ideas.
You quickly changed your mind when someone switched the light on in the apartment that was far too close to yours.
I need to get Nick out of there before someone sees.
With a deep breath you tried to use your best calm voice.
- You know what? Let's get it somewhere private- you mentioned the bedroom with a nod of a head- can't talk with all those cameras.
Did the guy from the crew just flipped you off?
Nevermind, Nick turned around sharply like something, or someone, appeared just behind him. Then he looked around like he finally realized it would be unfortunate if someone saw the scene.
He turned back to you with his arms spread and this time he made sure to speak with his voice quieted down.
- You need to invite me first!
Ooooh. That's why he couldn't get in as a bat. Serves him right, though.
You opened the window wider and stepped aside before speaking up with quiet, but more audible voice.
- Nick. I'm inviting you to my bedroom. Don't fuck it up.
In a blink of an eye he was clumsily making his way to the room while giving you a quick kiss in the process.
Loud, rushed footsteps below forced you to ignore stumbling Nick and check what was going on.
Ah, the cameraman and his impolite friend.
Two members of the crew quickly took his place in the alley right beneath the apartment but you had none of that.
Pulling the vampire inside and deeper into the room, you leaned over the window frame once more to wave the camera crew away. Like a bunch of annoying flies they were.
Did they see? Definitely. Did they listen? absolutely not.
- Go away! Shoo!
There was a sound of protest but who cares?
One middle finger later you were shutting the window close and sliding the shutters down to keep curious eyes out. Curtains followed too, taking chances with those guys wouldn't be smart.
Turning around to face that idiot you noticed two things, now that you were close and not a few floors above. One- his new jacket was torn and dirty. Two- he looked like complete mess that just stopped crying seconds ago and you went from angry to concerned once more.
'Watching you sleep' my ass. He wanted to talk.
He watched in silence as you stepped closer to trace the torn material on his shoulder. It was covered in red liquid you knew too well. The metallic smell of the blood that was coming off him was odd but not unbearable, there was something wrong with it though.
You took one hanging piece of torn sleeve and raised your brow questioningly.
- Argument with Deacon?
- Yeah.
Now when you were alone his voice was resembling weak whisper. It sounded like his throat was hurting and you rised your gaze to check for any wounds but, to your relief, found none.
The only thing you noted we're the red stains all over his neckline. Now that you looked there was some around his mouth and neck too. As gross at it sounds- you were already getting used to this. He just never got that messy before, it almost looked like someone spray-painted him.
Taking some material of his t-shirt you mentioned him to look. It was one of his favorites and now it was covered in drying liquid that didn't look very washable. Not that it would bother him, he'd still wear it.
You decided to ask since this state of his clothes was too weird even for him.
- Were you, um... Eating?
His nose scrunched as he started to take off the jacket with your help, careful to not tear the sleeve any further. You placed it on the table and once more moved to inspect the stains. Nick answered you right when your palms connected with the neckline of the t-shirt, just below his tattoo that was peeking out from behind.
- Nah, I was throwing up.- Taking your hands back like they've been burned you looked up to Nick with wide eyes.- Turns out I really can't eat chips anymore.
For a moment you just stood there in silence.
Then, an exparated sigh escaped you and equally exparated groan followed right after.
No shit Sherlock, aren't you technically dead?
You had to bite your tongue from saying that though, then remind yourself to at least try and be understanding of his forgetfulness. He was new to all of this, both of you were, and there was a lot of things Nick had to learn in order to survive and accommodate those changes.
With that in mind you tried again, calmly, and took in his expression. Your frown imadietly softened and some irritation faded along with it. Poor Nick looked like a child banned from eating sweets but the parent was mother nature or whoever crated the vampires. And eating sweets was just normal, human life.
Without another thought you cracked a smile at his pout adorned by two large canines peeking out.
Then you chuckled silently and knew that he heard nonetheless because his distraught expression was slowly but surely lighting up.
Making you laugh was something he was always so proud of- vampire or not.
Talking to him after the transformation was almost like talking to a confused child... Even more than it was before he 'died'. Now this confused child was also a shapeshifting, blood sucking leech with a fear of crosses, silver and sunrises.
But still. Maybe he was an idiot but he was your idiot.
- Okay 'Twilight', let's get you cleaned up before Viago sees that.