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High School

Leela feels him put her in a bed and she opens her eyes only slightly. When he climbs into bed next to her she wraps her arms around him and lays her head on his chest. He was a comfortable pillow. She drifts back to sleep to the silence of the room she was in, she'd explore when she woke up, for now she was going to rest her sore bones.
 
Emery drifts to sleep, his thoughts happy and when he sleeps he expects to have a nightmare, and he does. He dreams that his father is chasing them, Leela falls and Emery tries to save her, but her father pounces and bites, Leela lays dying as Emery bolts upright in bed, soaked in sweat and panting for breath. He looks at the alarm clock on the bedside table, 5am.
 
Leela had been awake when he jumped up. She wasn't tired anymore, but she was just laying in the bed. She didn't want wake him up, but she didn't know he was having a nightmare. "Emery? Are you okay?" She asks, jumping up as well and putting her hand on his shoulder. "Did you have a bad dream?"
 
Emery pants for a little while longer before relaxing slightly, "I'm sorry, I'm fine," he gulps for a moment and realises how dry his throat was. "I had a nightmare, I'm fine though." He pushes his sweat soaked hair out of his eyes and looks at Leela, and moves her hand off his shoulder and into his own, palm flat against palm. He swallows again, his throat burning, before he moves out of his bed and walks over to the kitchen, everything in the room was mismatched and vintage looking, 50's style littered with a few modern items. He pours himself a glass of water and leans against the kitchen counter, he drinks it all and smiles, his eyes lingering on Leela. He didn't want to tell her what he'd dreamt about.
 
A yawn comes from Leela's mouth and she hops out of the bed. She pulls her hair from the messy ponytail and grabs a brush from her suitcase, brushing the knots from her hair. She then sits down on the edge of the mattress and stretches her arms. "How long did it take us to get here?" She asks, knowing that it took a while because she had a feeling that they were far away from their old town.
 
"An hour and a half," he smiles and puts his glass next to the sink. He opens the fridge to check for food and sees a few bottles of blood, but no food. Obviously before he had never had guests so he didn't need to have food in the house. "I need to get food later, unless you fancy..." He grabs the bottle and opens it, sniffing it, "A positive." He takes a sip of it, licking his teeth clean.
 
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She shakes her head and laughs. "No thanks." She says, before reaching into her suitcase and grabbing a bag of chips. "This ought to hold me over until later." She says, opening it and eating a chip. The saltiness making her mouth water, it was only then that she realized how hungry she really was.
 
Emery laughs and puts the bottle back in the fridge, "What kind of food do you like anyway?" He walks back over and sits on the bed next to her, "I barely even know anything about you, actually. Tell me something." He sits behind her, and starts to rub her back. He was still shirtless, but he couldn't be bothered to go to the wardrobe and get dressed.
 
"Hmm." She thinks, eating another chip. "Well, I like fruit. Like, apples, bananas, pears. Pretty much any vegetable. I like pretty much everything, I'm just not the biggest fan of meat. I know, I'm a werewolf I should love meat, but there's something about killing animals sometimes that gets to me." She says, remembering the animals she had killed before and she bows her head and says a quick prayer for them.
 
"Must kill you to be around a vampire then," he laughs slightly, taking note of what she liked to eat. He trailed his fingers down from her shoulder blades to the bottom of her back, listening to her quick prayer. "Are you religious?" He asks, tracing patterns on her back lightly.
 
She bites her lip for a moment, then shrugs. "When it comes to death, I guess I am. Other than that I don't pray. I always feel like if I want something done, I have to do it myself, not pray for it." She says and puts her bag of chips down. "What about you?" Leela asks, throwing her hair over her shoulder.
 
"My family is, but I don't think that God or anything would create a parasite like me." He shrugs his shoulders, and moves his hands away so that they're resting on his knees. He chews his lip silently before he stands up and goes over to the wardrobe, finding a black short sleeved button up shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looks at Leela before he goes into the bathroom, and gets changed. He didn't really know wether or not getting changed in front of her was a good thing to do. He comes back out of the room and leans against the wall near the bed.
 
When Emery comes back Leela was already changed into a pair of jean shorts a black tank top and some sandals. "You're not a parasite." She says as she adjusts the straps of her shoes. "I wish you wouldn't say that you are." She adds and stands up straight. She looks down at her fingernails, which were gross looking.
 
Emery bites the air and makes hissing noises before he walks over to Leela. "I am a parasite though, I drink blood." He states, raising his eyebrows. He grabs her hands gently and examines her fingers, they looked like they hurt. He brings her fingers up to his mouth and kisses them like he would if he had just met her, then lets her hand go and walks over to find plasters.
 
"Parasites are ugly." She says and crosses her arms in defense. "If you were ugly you'd be a parasite, but you're not ugly so you're not a parasite." She adds and smiles at him. "I can't believe my fingernails just.. Ripped out. I didn't know trees were that hard to scratch." Leela says as she looks at her fingers again. There were four missing, on her right hand it was her index finger and pinky, on her left it was her ring finger and middle.
 
Emery digs out some plasters and puts them on the circular table, he beckons Leela over. "It's comforting to know you don't think I'm ugly. Makes me feel slightly better to let you know though, that you're probably the most beautiful person I know. And I know a lot of vampires." He smiles.
 
Leela pops her back and walks over to him. "Oh stop it you." She says and a blush shows up on her face. "So I take it all vampires are attractive?" She asks and glances out of the window at the surroundings. "Where exactly are we?" She adds, she had a lot of questions about this place, but she only asked one.
 
"Most vampires, unless you're really old," he says and begins to put plasters around the fingers with the missing nails. "We are an hour and a half out of town in a little fishing village." He says and smiles after he's finished putting plasters on her nails. "My parents don't even know this place exists."
 
"Wow, that's very sneaky of you." She says and moves her fingers around. "Thanks." She smiles, then rubs her eye. "Alright, now it's time to give me the tour." She says and crosses her arms. It might have all just been one room, but she felt like making him show her around. "Like, what things can I touch, what things can I not touch?"
 
Emery nods and chews the inside of his cheek while he thinks of things that she cant touch. "Well, you can touch anything, really." He laughs and looks around his apartment, leaning against the kitchen counter. "It's your place just as much as its mine, Leela." He smiles and points at different areas of the room. "Bathroom, living area, kitchen and diner, bedroom." He laughs. "Sorry there's only one bed, I don't usually, you know... I can sleep on the couch if you want me to."
 
Leela laughs and shakes her head. "No, I slept good last night." She says before leaning on the counter next to him. "I like it here." She looks around, taking in all of her surroundings, it wasn't much, but it felt like home. She'd get used to it quickly, and it looked pretty outside. She turns her head to Emery and smiles, her white teeth shining.
 
Emery nods his head, "I... You know when I said I was sorry about kissing you? I lied, but I mean you know that." He smiles and looks down at the floor. He pushes off from the counter and walks over to the window, standing next to Leela. He knew that if he could blush slightly he would be, but his heart didn't beat enough to produce enough blood to blush.
 
"I know." She says and grabs his hand in hers. "So, you finally know how it feels like to cry." She says to him after clearing her throat slightly. She hadn't said anything before, it wasn't the time, she didn't know if now was the time either, but she wanted to know what had made him cry. What had hit him so hard that all of his emotions just turned into tears and fell down his face?
 
Emery suddenly realised that he had, infact, cried. He'd never cried before, and the realisation that he had made shock show clearly on his face. "I did... I cried." He smiles slightly before he grabs Leelas hand and messes with her fingers gently, looking at them and not at her. He remembered the feeling that he had felt when he almost lost her, he'd never felt that much emotion at once before. "I cried over losing you."
 

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