Mae had heard the stories about the world coming to an end in 2012 and she had seen the interviews of people who she thought were just modern day lunatics and weirdos.
But quite honestly, she didn't believe them.
'Just wait and see that the world won't end!' Was the last thing she consciously thought before she fell asleep on the red couch in her basement on the evening of December 29th 2011.
Mae was naturally a quiet person. Even in her sleep. She wasn't just a deep sleeper, but a peaceful one as well. You couldn't hear her breathing, because it was so quiet. She didn't move much in her sleep, but even when she did, even if it was on a squeaky bed, most of the time you wouldn't hear her. And even if you did, it wouldn't be very loud.
Somehow, for some unknown reason, she was always stealthy and graceful. She didn't mean to be. She didn't train herself to be. She just was.
And because of her unnatural gift of quiet, stealthy, gracefulness, Niall didn't detect her when he snuck into her home exactly an hour and a half before midnight.
She didn't detect him and he didn't detect her. They were both just shadows in the dark.
He had detected her scent, yes. That was undeniable. The scent of her blood- of a humans blood was strong. But he had thought that it was merely a scent left behind by one of the humans that lived there before they went to bed. He didn't think that someone was actually there. And he most certainly never thought that he would ever encounter a human as quiet as her.
He knew humans were loud, even in their sleep and he thought that their breathing and moving was what gave them away as such easy targets. Animals weren't nearly as noisy as humans, and most of them not nearly as big and full of blood.
Which is why vampires preferred humans and usually drank from them rather than animals. They were big, easy targets. He knew they were loud and noisy with their breathing and moving but what he didn't know, was that not all of them were like that.
And just as that was a stereotype vampires had for humans, drinking only blood was a stereotype humans had for vampires.
Niall had quenched his thirst for blood an two hours or so before with rabbits but now was tired and hungry for human food.
He was trying to hide and didn't want to attract attention through breaking and entering so he had searched for a house with an easy unguarded entrance.
After searching for hours he finally came across one and snuck into it through an open downstairs window. Sneaking through the shadows he made his way up the stairs to the ground floor and into the kitchen.
He was very hungry but had other more important things that had to be done and only had a snack to at least hold him off for a while more. He had two waffles with syrup, a large piece of homemade chocolate cake and he finished off the mashed potatoes of which there were two and a half bowls worth.
For an extremely hungry vampire prince who liked to eat a lot and was used to being full but had not eaten in a while, yes, to him this was just a mild snack.
By the time he was done it was fifteen minutes past eleven. He still had time, but he had to hurry.
After cleaning up the mess he made (even a prince who's used to servants doing the cleaning for him has manners and still knew when to clean up after himself) so that it would seem he wasn't even there, he re traced his steps downstairs to the bathroom he had passed on his way to the kitchen.
He knew that at midnight they would that their prince had runaway and would come looking for him. They would follow any sign that a vampire had been there and the his scent. (He had given the dead rabbits to dogs who he knew would not only mask his scent with theirs but also bury the animal.)
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