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High School

Leela burps when she finishes the berries, then yawns again. She trots back towards the warehouse, she didn't care about her clothes, she'd just change when she got there. When she gets to the door she rears up on her back legs and opens it, she was pretty skilled for a wolf. Leela walks up the stairs and looks around her at the place she had come to love so much. She stretches then looks at the bed longingly, she wanted to sleep so bad, but if Emery came home and found a wolf in his bed he'd probably freak out. No, he knows your wolf form. He's seen you naked before, too, Leela you're fine. She tells herself, then jumps onto the bed and gets herself under the covers before curling up and dozing off to sleep.
 
About two hours later he finished filling around four bottles, before he walked back to the warehouse with them concealed by his coat. He heard sirens off in the distance, probably an ambulance. He walks up the steps and into the warehouse, seeing Leela in her wolf form, asleep. He didn't want to wake her up, and put the bottles in the fridge silently before taking off his leather jacket and bloodstained clothes. He walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror before cleaning the blood from his face. Then, he walked back to the bed and climbs in next to the wolf, she was so warm, and soft, he scratched behind her ear before he fell asleep with her.
 
Leela feels Emery climb into bed, but she doesn't move, she just wags her tail a bit, still asleep. Her body jerked a bit, as it usually did when she was dreaming in her wolf form. This dream was of her running in a field of daisies, she couldn't help but think of how cliche that was, but then the flowers turned brown and dead. They started wrapping around her legs and pulling her down into the ground. Down to hell. Her body jerked again and she lets go of a short whimper.
 
Emery wakes up when he hears the whimper and he sits upright, moving the covers away from himself and Leela. She was still a wolf, and he didn't know how to comfort a wolf, so he just stroked her behind the ear and on the neck, he didn't want to shake her to wake her up because he didn't know how she would react to that, and he didn't want to lose a hand. "Shhh, Leela, it's okay, you're okay." He whispers to her. The room was pitch black, and he was in nothing but his boxers, comforting a werewolf. He would never have guessed this would be something he did.
 
The dream stops as soon as she hears Emery's voice and she pops awake, standing up in the bed and looking around her. The room was so dark, and she could barely make out Emery's silhouette. She sticks her cold nose to his face, then licks while wagging her tail. I need to change back. She says to herself, then climbs over Emery and hops from the bed. She then sniffs around for her suitcase, and when she finds it she grabs some clothes with her mouth. Not caring what they were.
 
Emery watches the wolf and sits cross legged while she grabs clothes. Obviously she was going to change back. He'd wait for her, and then he'd see if she was hungry or anything. Maybe being a wolf and the change stuff would make her hungry. Emery scratched the back of his neck and looked around, at the pile of clothes in the corner that were his, and bloodstained. He'd need to wash them.
 
Leela walks behind the couch and her bones start to crack again. A quiet whimper comes from her mouth, and when her snout turns back into a nose she sighs. "God. I can't remember the last time I stayed wolf this long without it being the full moon." She says more to herself, then stands up, making sure that she was covered by the couch. She changes into the clothes, which happened to be a sports bra, underwear, a t-shirt, and some sweat pants. Then she walked happily back over to the bed, her stomach rumbling.
 
Emery is still sat on the bed shirtless as her stomach rumbles. He stands up. "Okay, I'm gonna make you something." He says, he couldn't stand to think Leela was hungry. He stands up and walks over to the fridge, but he stops when he remembers that, as a useless vampire son if a high family, he'd never had to make anything on his own.
 
Leela smirks at him, knowing that he probably didn't know what to do. "Alright, you do that, then." She says, laying back on the bed and putting her hands behind her head, the smirk still etched on her face. If he ended up making something, she'd eat it, she wanted to see if he had any skills in that department, but if he had troubles she'd definitely help him. She wasn't THAT mean.
 
He looked at what he had in the fridge, and then his face twisted into one of confusion. "I have no idea what I'm doing." He says loudly, to himself, and to Leela. But of course Leela already knew he didn't know what he was doing. He moves some things about in the fridge. "What does that even taste like?" He raises an eyebrow and turns around to look at Leela, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Teach me?"
 
Leela laughs and hops off of the bed. "Alrighty." She says, moving past him and to the fridge. She grabs lettuce, tomato, onion, and carrots. "We can make salad, it isn't so hard." She says and sets everything down. She washes her hands in the sink before grabbing a bowl. "Alright. We pull the lettuce apart, doesn't matter if its pretty or not." She says as she pulls pieces of the lettuce and puts some in the bowl. "Alright you try."
 
Emery pulls pieces off the lettuce and puts it into the bowl. "Salad is boring. My mother always ate salad, too worried about her figure." He raises his eyebrows at Leela while he waits for the next instruction. "I should take you for a meal at one point. The human kind, obviously." He says, leaning against the counter.
 
Leela nods, then pulls out a knife along with some of the carrots. She starts slicking the carrots in long thin strips, then hands the knife to Emery. "Alright, just long tiny strips, okay? Don't cut yourself." She says and smirks at him. "You're right, salad is boring but I'm in the mood for salad." She laughs, picking a piece of lettuce from the bowl and eating it.
 
"You're in a boring mood then." Emery says as he copies her actions. "I'm more accustomed to eating fancier foods. Lobster, steak, you know the meaty stuff. You ever tried caviar? That shits nasty." He says as he puts the carrots into the bowl, then takes a piece of lettuce and eats it himself.
 
"Eh, I don't like Lobster. And caviar? Isn't that.. Fish eggs? Ew." She says, her face scrunching up. She didn't even like fish. She then grabs the onion, and bites her lip, before looking around and finding a tooth pick. She places the tooth pick between her teeth and chews on it as she starts to peel the onion, then chop it up. "Damn, this doesn't work." She says, wiping tears from her eyes and spitting the toothpick out. "My dad was a dirty liar, then." She says, rolling her eyes. Her dad said that when cutting up onions, if you put a toothpick in your mouth it will stop your eyes from watering, and it obviously didn't work.
 
"Cutting onions makes you cry?" Emery says, confused. He wasn't crying and he had never heard of this before. "That's weird, what does it?" He looks at the onion and sniffs, scrunching his nose up in disgust. Onions smelt disgusting to a vampires nose. And, in line with the myth, so did garlic. It wouldn't kill them or hurt them, but it smelt so bad they'd generally avoid it.
 
"There's something in the fumes or whatnot." She says and throws the cut up onion into the bowl. She then uses her clean hands to mix the salad up. "This is called 'tossing' the salad. It can also be used as a perverted joke." She says, and rolls her eyes. "Like my aunt, every time she was with a guy they'd substitute the word 'sex' with tossing the salad. It was nasty, honestly." She says, and laughs a bit.
 
"I'm officially referring to sex as tossing the salad now, you have no say in this matter." He grins and watches her 'toss the salad.' "This food stuff is confusing me, it doesn't even look edible." He raises an eyebrow. Oh, the troubles of being a prince.
 
Leela rolls her eyes, then slaps herself in the forehead slightly. "I forgot the tomatoes." She says and starts to cut up the tomatoes, the juice getting all over her hands. "Gosh I love tomatoes." She says, and when she finishes dicing them into small pieces she puts them into the salad and continues her work. "Great, I shouldn't have even said anything about salad tossing. 'Food' stuff, is what keeps me alive, so I have to love it." She says, and finishes the salad. "Oh, please tell me we got some salad dressing." She says, looking at the dry salad. "One does not simply eat salad without salad dressing."
 
"I don't know! You threw stuff in, it's all weird and confusing, and foreign." Emery shrugs his shoulders and adopts a confused expression before he looks in the cupboards. "I don't know what I'm looking for." He admits to her.
 
Leela sighs and opens the fridge, finding a bottle of salad dressing. "Thanks for the help, babe." She says before kissing his cheek. She puts the bottle down on the counter and sighs at her bowl of salad, trying to decide if she forgot something. "Tomatoes, onion, carrots, and most importantly, lettuce." She mumbles to herself, then blows a strand of hair out of her face before nodding and pouring the salad dressing into the bowl. "Alright."
 
Emery watches her, moving his head from side to side slowly. "Cooking is weird. Making food is weird." He stands up straight and moves away from the counter, and gets out a plate for Leela. "Do you want a drink? I know how to do that." He laughs slightly, obviously he knew how to do drinks.
 
"Sure." Leela says as she takes the plate and puts some of her salad onto it. "You want some salad?" She jokes, using a fork to stab at the lettuce. She winks at Emery before putting the lettuce in her mouth, salad dressing getting stuck to the corner of her mouth. She uses her tongue to get it off, then she sets her plate down on the table.
 
Emery sits down across from Leela on the table and looks at it funnily. "I think I'll pass if I'm honest," he laughs, "it looks... Boring." He states. He didn't know how to feel about salad, really. He was a meat eater mainly, and this meal had no meat in it whatsoever. He suddenly remembers when he drained that girl a week ago, when he had taken chunks of her throat, wishing he had that to chew on now.
 
"Uh, that's rude." Leela jokes and takes another bite of her salad. Moaning when she does, it tasted so good. "As you already know, I don't eat meat a lot, so this is pretty much a daily thing for me." She says and pulls a hair tie from her wrist, with that she pulled her hair up into a messy ponytail, her bangs still hanging in her face slightly, making her sigh.
 

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