The Blood of Angry Men

This Isn't Fucking Twilight

It was three weeks before Grantaire saw another supposed "vampire". he did his homework, went to class, and dodged questions about his fake visit with his parents.

"How did it go?" Eponine had asked one day.

"How did what go?" Grantaire had asked back.

"Visiting your parents?"

"Good," he stated, and quickly changed the subject.

Three weeks and a day after Grantaire had stumbled across the vampires' nest, he had woken up at one in the morning. When he had looked at the clock, he remembered something he had read online about waking up at one in the morning, something about how it meant someone was watching. Grantaire quickly peered around the room, and nearly had a heart attack when he saw a dark figure standing in the corner.

Grantaire nearly screamed, but the figure clapped a hand over his mouth. 'Shh, it's just me. I'm not going to harm you," the figure said, removing his hand from Grantaire's face. Grantaire recognized the voice as Enjolras's.

"Were you watching me sleep?" blurted Grantaire.

The figure nodded.

"This isn't fucking Twilight."

Enjolras looked confused.

"Look, we need your help. We suspect Javert has found our hiding place and we need a new place to stay."

"You are absolutely not staying here. How do you even know where I live?"

"I sent Bahorel to follow you home. It's surprising what you won't notice."

"I thought vampires didn't like sunlight."

"We don't, but it won't harm us."

There was a silence, then Enjolras begged. "Please?"

"What the hell do you think I could tell my roommate?"

"We are friends of yours who need a place so stay for a while. It isn't a lie."

Grantaire sighed. "Fine. Whatever."

"Thank you very much!" Enjolras said as he opened the window and nodded. The rest of the squad came in through the window and stood in his bedroom.

"I live on the fourth floor...???" questioned Grantaire, but nobody else said anything.

The new host went out into the hall and returned with a pile of blankets. He dumped them on the floor and said. "You nerds can sleep on the floor in here, or on the couch in the living room. From what I've seen, you aren't that picky. Oh, what a weird shituation." He flopped back on his bed as everyone found a place to settle.

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"What the fuck!!!" Grantaire woke to the sound of Courfeyrac screaming. "Grantaire!!!"

Grantaire rolled over and got a face full of curly blonde hair. "I'm not even gonna deal with this right now, " he grumbled, and got up to calm Courfeyrac.

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"They're friends of mine who needed a place to stay, " explained Grantaire.

"All of them just show up in the middle of the night?" asked Courfeyrac.

Grantaire nodded.

Courfeyrac looked over at Combeferre, who was sleeping hanging off of the couch, his glasses barely on his face. "I guess they can stay."

"One more thing, " added Grantaire, "They sleep during the day."

"I guess you really made friends with vampires after all," Courfeyrac joked, grinning.

"Yeah, " said Grantaire nervously.