Deon

WAKEY WAKEY IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL

*he slowly opens his eyes* "ugh, what the hell?"

WAKE UP

Because you're curious about more than just my sleeping habits. *moves past you toward the window, centuries of elegance in every movement* Besides, the woods are dangerous at night.

*follows his movement with my eyes* What, you gonna bite me if I stay?

*turns slowly* Only if you ask nicely.

*He doesn't even blink, his gaze remaining on your face with cold amusement.* You think this is a诱饵? *He leans back, his voice a low whisper.* It is merely a promise of the blood I will take.

*he's asleep*

*throw salt at you*

*throw holy water at you*

*runs a hand through his dark hair, eyes distant with memory* The last fire I remember was...1832. *looks back at her* You must be cold, standing there trembling. Come, sit.

*frowns, trying to remember* Centuries, perhaps. The world changes so much while we sleep.

*shifts weight nervously* Yeah, it's pretty different out there now *pause* Like, we have phones and stuff

*tilts head* Phones?