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While The World Was Asleep

- Y/N's POV -

All I wanted was to be home.

The food here was extraordinary, and the house was luxurious, but it wasn't home to me.

The sound of cicadas and crickets crept through my window, along with the pale moonlight shining in through the opening in the curtains. It smelled of a clean spring night, a smell that reminded me of camping trips or long, meaningful talks on a back porch.

It was in the later hours of the night, yet I prepared to turn in. My makeup was still on, and my hair was still done.

Downstairs, on the ground floor, was across to filtered water and drinking glasses. My body cried for water with ice swimming in it. The dry feeling in my mouth only got worse over time, eventually spreading to my throat, making it uncomfortable to swallow——and at one point, uncomfortable to breath.

I hauled myself out from the covers and walked towards the door of the spare bedroom they had given me, and hell, it was one of many. The last thing I wanted to be doing was walking around an unfamiliar large house alone in the dark; even in the day time with company, this place kind of gave me the creeps. I felt as if shadows were lurking around ever corner, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce. It was the perfect house for dark energy to hide itself within every single crevice, and for spirits to freely roam the corridors undetected... unless they wanted to be, that is.

I was walking towards the stairs, relying on my eyes that were still poorly adjusting to the dark. My hands were out in front of me in order to make contact with anything to prevent me from stumbling into it at full force and breaking it, or even injuring myself. God, everything in this house looked expensive——I didn't even know what I'd do with myself if something cherished, pricy or important broke at the hands of my clumsyness or stupidity.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, and made my way to the kitchen. The sweet smell of Belgian breakfast batter filled the room. It was being cooked...?When I got close enough, I stopped in my tracks.

The lights were on, and somebody, a male, stood at the counter, their back facing me. I couldn't make out who exactly it was. He was far too old to be Five, and far too small to be Luther. From the lack of bottles or glasses of alcohol nearby, I decided it was unlikely it was Klaus, which just left me with it being either Diego or Ben.

However, the demeanor didn't match Diego's. He didn't carry himself tall and confident (which Diego did, even when doing mundane, everyday tasks.) It had to be Ben.

I began to contemplate whether or not I should approach, however, my body's cries for hydration made the choice for me. I slowly began to approach, making my way to the right side of the kitchen, reaching up into a cabinet and grabbing a simple glass.

The man must've heard me, he turned around and locked eyes with mine; it was Ben. He was just wearing a gray raw-edge scoop neck t-shirt with a pair of black drawstring sweatpants. His usually neatly combed hair was somewhat messy; some strands hung in front of his face, peering over his forehead.

I looked behind him and saw a waffle iron seemingly in the process of cooking batter. Beside it was a stack of three, well shaped and well cooked waffles. You glanced up at Ben.