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Zalia blushed. "Oh. Right. I'm sorry. I guess I forgot in all the...'excitement'." She would sit down with him and eat. She was really nervous. What was she supposed to do with him until Monday? She didn't know what games he liked to play or where he liked to go. He was obviously an outdoorsman but she was rather limited on those choices without her parasol.

After they ate she cleared away their dishes and put any leftovers away, then looked at him. "What...should we do now?"

He wasn't sure himself. All the thoughts that had just passed through her mind similarly passed through his. He rubbed the back of his head and stared at his empty plate before saying anything.

"I'm not sure. I feel like a threat is right at our heels, but really we're at home safely with nothing to do. It's a strange sensation."

Zalia nodded a little. "I feel the same way." She fidgeted. "Uhm...I'm going to go take a shower." It'd give her something to do at least, and he could probably just watch TV or something. She'd get fresh clothes from her room and go into the bathroom, only being in there for a few minutes.

When she came out she was in a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with her hair pulled up in a little bun since it was still damp. "Uhm...Bade?" She looked in the livingroom for him first, though she knew he might have gone back to his bedroom. "Are you here?"

There was silence for a long moment. Nothing seemed to be moving in the modestly decorated apartment and there was no noise from anything. The room she had entered was seemingly empty. The TV was off and the curtains had been pulled shut.

Zalia grew a little scared. "Bade?" She looked around, and after a moment she could have sworn she saw the curtain moving. Instead of seeing Eve though, she saw her worst nightmare. An apparition of her father.It was there one moment and gone the next, just her imagination, but it terrified her.

Zalia screamed and ran to the only safe place she could think of; Bade's room. She slammed the door shut, locked it, and then fell to her knees. Her body was shaking violently and tears were streaming down her face. That had been terrifying.

He was just exiting his bathroom, his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. The foam from which made him look rabid. He stopped as soon was she stepped into the room. He was wearing his a pairing of white with blue pinstripe boxers and a white wife beater. He spit the toothpaste froth out and gargled with water before coming to her side.

"Whats wrong? What happened? Are you alright?"

Zalia was, for once, not blushing bright red and embarassed because of what he was wearing. No, she was far too upset for that. Her shaking hand let go of the doorknob at last. It had indents where her fingers had squeezed too had with the strength of the vampire within her.

"I...I just..." She whimpered and hid her face in her hands. "I thought I saw someone...but it...it was just my imagination..." She hiccuped softly through her tears. She wanted to be held, she wanted his comfort, but that she was still too shy for.

His brows knit together in worry. He left his room briefly to wander the apartment, just to confirm that no one had been there. He was back before she could worry. He felt to his knees next to her and pulled her hands from her face.

"You're alright, there is no one here but us." He smiled softly. His room was more filled with personal things than the rest of the apartment. The walls donned many claw marks and random cracks as if there was force pushed against them.

Zalia was focusing on taking smooth, steady breaths but they shook and cracked whenever she thought of the apparition. When he pulled her hands from her face she clung onto him. It took an entire five minutes, but soon she was at least calm enough to let him go. She'd stopped crying as well. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude..."

She blushed a bit and looked away. "I uhm...I should go." Out of his room, at least.

"You're not intruding." He was used to stripping down and running free and all the people he knew were used to it as well. When he realized he was in his under garments and that this girl was highly aware of that. He untangled himself from her and pulled a pair of pajama pants from his open drawer. He pulled them on swiftly and crouched back down.

"Do you want to stay in here tonight? I can take the floor. I'm used to it." He wiped his knuckled over her cheek to swipe away a lingering drop of moisture.

Zalia relaxed a little when he put some pants on. "W-what? But I can't do that, th-this is your room!" Still, after seeing her father and knowing about Eve, she doubted she would feel safe otherwise.

She gave a soft little chuckle and blushed. "You treat me like a child." she said quietly. It almost upset her, and she wasn't quite sure why. But she adored his kindness.

He gave a halfhearted shrug and waved off her concern. It was just a room, he wasn't that attached. "Well... I don't mean to treat you that way.. How old are you anyhow?"

It was his turn to flush now. He had never asked and now he felt awkward. But not as awkward as he would feel if she was much younger than him and he had been showing interest in her.

Zalia blushed a bit. "Well...I'm not sure. I never celebrated my birthday so I don't really know how old I am. And time moves weird for me. I know I'm at least nineteen. The popular opinion seems to be that I'm in my early twenties." She sighed. "I just...honestly don't know."

She bit her lip. She had started thinking about her father again, and it made her shiver. "What about you? How old are you?" Anything to keep her mind preoccupied.

He bit his lip, that awkwardness had settled and seemed determined to stay. He scratched the back of his head and made a weird face. He felt like he was so much older than her now.

"I'm 32. My birthday is in the fall... So almost 33. Uhm... I feel old now."

Zalia smiled at him. "Really? That's cool." She giggled a little when he said about feeling old. "You're not that old. It's just ten years. My father is technically two-thousand-some years older than my mother was." She giggled a little, then when she realized she was comparing the age gap with her parents to their age gap, she blushed.

uncomfortable silence ensued for a few minutes before she finally got the pluck to talk. "Uhm...Bade? You said earlier that you would 'see whoever you wanted to'. Uhm...what...did you mean by that?" Her cheeks were bright red by now.

He had sat on the edge of the bed next to where she was, twiddling his thumbs. He laughed when she did, but he technically had a mortal life span. He eyed her cautiously if not somewhat confusedly.

"Well.. UH... I meant that.. I'm allowed to, you know, be with whoever. Despite their genes." He was avoiding her eyes and seemed ot be highly interested with something on the floor.

Zalia listened to him. "Oh, okay." She couldn't help but feel a little...unhappy. She wasn't sure why though. That was good, wasn't it? So why did she feel disappointed. She was also interested with the floor, but after a moment she looked at him.

"We uh...we should go to bed. Sleep! I mean...we should go to sleep." Since he was sitting on his bed and they were going to be in the same room, she had hurried to correct herself. Her cheeks were burning from embarrassment. "I'm...glad. I'm glad you feel that way, about being with whoever you want. When...when you caught me, I was so scared. I thought you were going to hurt me or throw me out."

"I never threw Tavi out when her alter-ego batshit sister stabbed me..." He mused. And then he frowned. "Sorry, that sounded weird. let's get ready for bed."

He slunk to the floor, grabbing a pillow and one of the comforters off his bed. He slept to the left of the bed, there was enough space for a body before the wall. That was where the window was and he felt it was the area that needed to be watched most. He laid there for a long time, thinking before sleep claimed him.

Zalia listened to him. It did sound weird, but she didn't care. She got onto the bed when he vacated it. "Are you sure this is okay? I wouldn't mind taking the floor..." But he seemed rather adamant about it. She lay on the bed for a while, staring at the wall. So much went through her mind. So much confusion.

Eventually though she fell asleep. However, early in the morning, so early that many would consider it still to be late at night, she woke. She woke gasping and shaking, drenched in a cold sweat from the nightmare that had kept her tossing and turning. She could feel his claws raking along her back, feel him throw her against the wall.

Zalia choked back a sob. It was like reliving her worst memories. Kicked, punched, thrown around like a rag doll. She could feel his claws gouging into her skin. Zalia cried out, her hands reaching back to dig into her own back as if that would wash out his touch.

Next her claws slashed at her arm, but she could smell her own blood. She realized what was happening then. Lost in the throes of the nightmare, she was damaging herself. She scrambled from the bed and ran into his bathroom. Her back throbbed with pain. She shut the door so she could turn on the light without waking him. She glared at her reflection for a long moment.

"Are you happy now?" she hissed at herself. "You're making yourself more of a monster." She slumped against the sink for a moment and then turned on the water to wash her arm.

He slept through her earlier commotion but the strong smell of blood woke him up. Seeing droplets of the stuff on the sheets he bolted up. He couldn't see her anywhere in the room and his eyes fell on the light spilling out of the bathroom. He vaulted over the bed and tried the door knob. She must have locked it... he slammed a fist on the frame and knocked feverishly.

"Zalia?! Zalia, answer!"