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Owen had been working at gathering resources for at least a couple hours. If the blasted sun that sizzled his skin had anything to say about it. Tiredness crept through the borrowed blood in his veins but he shrugged the feeling off.
‘Vampires don't need sleep’ he thought. That was his excuse for leaving the ‘coven bonding time’ Scott organised.
Apparently it was good for a fledgling’s development but he had no use for it. He wasn't a weak fledgling anymore, he slaughtered the entirety of Oakhurst and he would do it again.
He wasn't a fledgling, he didn't need sleep, he repeated those phrases until he felt a presence behind him. From the feeling he got of being perceived it was Scott or Cleo. Cleo wouldn't let him have his silence still so it meant it was Scott.
“Owen. You need to go to sleep.”
Well that's not how he thought this conversation would start.
“Why? I don't need it.”
“You're so tired I can feel it radiating off of the bond. You have been working for 6 hours straight.. Now come on, we’re going back to the nest.”
“No! I’m not tired. And I definitely don't need the nest.”
Scott seemed to think over these words for a second before absolutely jumpscaring Owen by lunging at him and wrapping him in his arms. No matter how much Owen writhed and squirmed in a desperate attempt to get away, Scott didn't stop hugging him.
“Now turn into a bat. We are going home.”
“First of all no, and second, what about the supplies. I can't just leave it!”
“The supplies will still be here when you come back. And the whole bat thing is for your sake. It would be more comfortable than me dragging you home.”
Owen huffed and begrudgingly shifted forms to his bat one. Despite the escape attempt he made while being a bat, Scott still had him captive.
“Let's go shall we?”
Not like he got a choice.
The way to the castle was quicker than expected and soon Owen was in the familiar walls of Scott’s nest room.
No matter how many times he was told he was welcome it still didn't seem so. It was so different from Louis's nest. The last place he saw his lover…
Scott seemed to sense his distress and he placed him down softly in a pile of cushions. Owen turned back to humanoid form but still tried to get up for the door.
Seeing this Scott pushed him down again and lay next to him.
There was no point running now was there?
He settled in next to Scott and was on the verge of sleep when he felt a hand in his hair. It caressed his scalp and detangled his curls.
‘Maybe he could get used to this’, he thought before finally giving into sleep.
“Goodnight little bat.” Scott said lovingly.