𝕸𝖘. 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 (𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊 - 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 1)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖛𝖊 (12) - Revised (but unhappy with it anyway)

The dates might be off oops.

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As Remington knocked on his door at four a.m., he sighed, rubbing at his tired chocolate eyes, exhaustion eating away at his mind. Despite popular belief, vampires do sleep. They only need four or so hours a night, which is a stark contrast to the eight to ten human adults require. He'd spent some time with his brothers, mostly as a form of apology even though he'd already done so verbally. His lovely was asleep, and the Andy decided to rest, choosing to meditate in his mind as demons don't technically need sleep, though they do have the ability. It rejuvenates them as it does for most people. At the thought of Andy, Remington is struck with a blush. That kiss was... It was very nice.

On the other side, in what could be considered Elizabeth and Remington's shared room at this point, Eliza herself shoots up in a sleepy haze at the sound of the knock. Stumbling out of bed and dragging the comforter with her, she dazedly makes her way to the door with bleary, unfocused eyes. She trips over one of her combat boots, cursing quietly as she kicks it away with her socked foot. Wincing slightly at the stupidity of her action and the sting in her big toe, she continues stumbling forward.

Opening it to the dark hallway and to Remington's equally as tired face, she stares at him for a moment, blinking a couple times to try and see him better before jerkily reaching forward and pulling him into the room, closing the door most of the way. The nightlight in the corner of the room (Eliza put it there so she could see where she was walking at night, unlike the nocturnal Remington who could see just fine. Its also a reassurance. She's not trapped in her dark room anymore.) glows dimly, just enough so that the human girl didn't trip again on her way back to the queen sized bed. Remington is quick to strengthen the privacy spell for her, knowing she's wants it since the door isn't closed.

"Lay down." She whispers groggily, taking a seat on the edge of the mattress, and Remington intends to oblige with no resistance, needing to change first though.

Remington takes his shirt off first, then shimmies out of his pants only to put on a pair of pajama bottoms, the soft fabric covered in a Nutella jar pattern. He lays down and his love immediately climbs in after him, having waited patiently, though half-asleep. The much smaller girl lays right up against him, cuddling close so she could swaddle them both with the comforter. Scarred hands tuck the blanket under Remingtons side, effectively locking him under the blanket. Remington has a naturally cold body temperature, though Eliza never seems to mind much. The vampire always finds it cute when she tries to warm him up by burying them both under a mound of blankets. Sometimes going to far as to have Andy lay between them so they'll all be warm. She's wearing his hoodie, Remington realizes, not entirely surprised, and a gentle smile tilts his lips. She wears his clothes to bed a lot of the time, as they still haven't bought her any new items of clothing, though neither of the two mind all that much.

"Miss Andy." She murmurs, sadness shining through her tired haziness.

'I'm still here darling, just not physically.' Andy replies, speaking up for the first time since he'd manifested for only a moment to kiss him.

"Not the same. Too used to your warmth now." Her words are a slur of nearly incomprehensible nonsense but Remington still manages to make out what she says.

Remington smiles, knowing he feels the same way. Andy was very warm, almost hot to the touch. The house was often cold since the temperature didn't bother them often, so his warmth was welcome, especially since Elizabeth was human and susceptible to the cold. The brothers have been avoiding letting her out of the barrier since the last incident due to the colder weather around where they currently reside, though they know another attack is inevitable. Elizabeth just existing is a beacon to supernatural creatures sadly, both due to the smell of her blood and the powers she wields. Let it be known that the Kropp's have grown rather attached to the strangely magical human, and would destroy anyone who hurt her. If they survived that, a demon was sure to be tormenting their mortal or immortal souls as only one straight from Hell could.