I TALK: literally wanna turn this into a story but don't know what the plot would be and I don't want to write a whole 30 chapter story 😍 - changed my mind, probably gonna do it at some point 😋
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Y/N POV
I stir awake, waking up to the sound of metal clashing together. I squeeze my eyes shut before opening them slightly, sitting up and looking around. I realize I'm in the room where the fight happened, I glance down and see I was lying in the coffin that Wilbur was asleep in before my father had woken him up, I also had a small blue blanket covering me, it had tiny ducks on it which made me smile at the childish design. It was obvious whos' it was.
I brush the blanket off me as I carefully climb out of the coffin so I don't knock it over. I look out the shattered window only to see it was night, my father probably thinks I'm dead. I walk over to the door, going to investigate the noise (I knew it was probably from one of those two vampires). I open the door and peak down the hallway, my gaze lifting to the ceiling to see a bat staring back at me with its bright red eyes, they were practically shining compared to this dark hallway.
I smile as the bat (Alex) flies over and lands on my shoulder. "Good afternoon to you, too" I roll my eyes as he tilts his head closer to me, wordlessly telling me to pet his head. "Do you know what made that noise? Was it you?" I question. The bat squeaks and I chuckle as he nudges his head against my jaw. "Fine" I roll my eyes, placing my finger on top of his head and gently scratching into his fur.
I walk down the hallway while he stays on my shoulder. I peak around the corner and go to the kitchen door (because the noise from earlier sounded like pots and pans clashing together). I open the door and peer inside only to see Wilbur lying on the floor in the kitchen, about five pots and pans lying around/on top of him. I place a hand over my mouth and stifle back my laughter as he rolls over and sits up, Wilbur lifts his head and stares at me with tired and deadlooking eyes. "Sorry for waking you" He apologizes, standing up and grabbing one of the pans that fell.
"No its okay, uh.. what happened?" I chuckle. "And you seem tired, did you sleep?"
"They just fell out of the cabinet. And no, I had to keep watch just in case those hunters came back-- Alex get over here and help me" Wilbur scowls at the bat on my shoulder. Suddenly the weight from my shoulder disappears before two arms wrap around my shoulders from behind me.
"It's to early.." Alex pouts. "I don't wanna..!" He complains, slouching against me and hiding his face in my shoulder, I wince slightly because it was the shoulder that I had my blood taken from and I was sure a bruise of some sort was forming.
