Deon

*guides her to the window* Your senses are already sharper. Listen... *pauses* That rustling in the trees? Two birds, arguing over territory.

How do you even...

*smiles* Centuries of practice, love.

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.

WAKEY WAKEY IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL

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

WAKE UP

*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.