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The hum of the fridge and the breathing from the two who are lying on the bed are the only noises filling the room, except for the occasional rustle of the blankets on the bed. Theo sleeps on the left side, sounding incredibly calm and peaceful for once. Emizel lies on the right side of the bed, his eyes wide awake. He could be hunting right now, but he really doesn’t want to leave Soda alone- even if, yeah, technically Dew is here, and Emizel might be running incredibly low on blood, but that doesn’t matter. What matters more is that, even though technically Theo is a vampire hunter, they really don’t want to leave her vulnerable, asleep with no clue what’s happening outside of his dreams.
They’re pretty sure that all the blood in the fridge is gone- he probably drank it all last night- so even if he wanted some blood that way, they couldn’t get any. He could hypothetically ask Theo to give him some blood, but he doesn't do that shit with her unless absolutely necessary, which might end up being now, and they also don't want to wake him.
They can feel himself losing to the beast, losing to the hunger and cravings of blood. Okay. Maybe he might need to ask Soda after all. He flips himself around on their shared bed, now facing his partner.
“Theo…” He mumbles, definitely not enough to actually wake her. He really doesn't want to wake him, to interrupt his dreams- that actually seem to be good for once- but he needs to, or Emizel will take more blood than needed, and Soda would be hurt.
He gives up almost immediately, because Emizel, once again, does not want to wake Theo, hitting down onto the bed where he previously slightly sat up on, making a fhwump sound as his back met the blanket. Dew growls at the interruption of his sleep.
Dew was a Husky and Beagle mix, a beautiful and extremely energetic dog that Soda begged for months to get. At first, Emizel really didn't like the dog, but he's grown to love him.
She was so peaceful while she slept, not even snoring. Emizel didn't want to interrupt that but fuck, he has to. They take a deep breath, turning their body to face Soda.
He lightly pushes Theo, only earning a groan from the man. “Theo.” His voice was a bit louder than the first time, much more confident this time.
Soda rustles, his eyes fluttering open, probably exhausted from the day that he had.
Fuck, Emizel fucked up by waking her, didn't he? Oh god. He probably ruined Soda's dreams and-
“Wha..?” she sounded groggy, sounding more gruff than usual, and if Emizel had more blood, they were sure they'd be blushing incredibly hard right now.
“I- uh- I need blood, sorry.” Emizel rarely apologized, it was something hidden away and when it did happen, it was always an apology to Soda.
Theo turns her head slightly, “Isn't the fridge stocked, dude...?”
“I drank it yesterday.”
“Then why do you need blood...?”
“Was pretty active today,” a beat of silence, “sorry.”
Theo sighs, and Emizel is convinced they fucked up, before she speaks again. “Y’don't need to apologize.”
Soda sits up with a groan, pulling up the sleeve to her pajamas to reveal his tanned arm. “Here.” She flips her arm around, the inside now being on the top, bracing himself for the pain of the knife, since Emizel no longer had his fangs.
Emizel leans over towards the bedside table, grabbing the maroon-ish coloured pocket knife and cutting a red line across Theo's arm.
“Someone's going to think you need help, man.” Emizel jokes, his heart moving faster as he sees the blood drip down Soda's arm.
“It's fine.”
Emizel lowers his head, putting his mouth over the cut and licking up the beads of blood that fall limply out of the wound.
It tastes sweet, nothing like the bubbly carbonated feeling that Shilo had mentioned. Soda tasted so good.
A year ago, he would've never expected to be here- to be a vampire, sucking his best friends- now his girlfriends- blood because his life depended on it.
Hell, a year ago he didn't even know vampires existed outside of fairy tales and stories told to scare people.
Was it worth the death? No, not really, but he got to be with Theo, dating Theo, so it was just a little bit worth it.
The blood tasted so sweet, so pure in a way that felt dangerous for him to be around. It tasted almost holy, perfect in a way that Emizel would never understand.
He removes his mouth from the wound, dragging his tongue along the cut in order to close it. The skin stitches itself back together as though nothing had happened, only leaving behind a light pink line that's only visible if you know it's there.
It sat beside all the other lines from blood being needed- how the fuck would she explain this to her therapist- reminding Emizel a lot of his own past. Soda gasps.
“You good?”
Theo lets out a weak nod and- oh. Emizel forgot drinking blood felt pleasurable for the human.
Theo covers his face with his hands to hide the blush rising up to her face. Emizel lets out a small chuckle against their own will, because holy shit she is adorable sometimes, before wiping away the blood that remains on the arm with their thumb, and licking it up.
“Sorry..”
“Don't apologize, it's fine.”
Theo nods again, uncovering her face and looking at his boyfriend. “‘m tired. I'm gonna go back to sleep..”
Emizel nods as Soda lies back down gently, immediately falling back into slumber. How she can fall asleep so fast without fear of getting another nightnare will always scare them.
Okay, so maybe Soda wasn't mad. Maybe Emizel overestimated Theo's reaction. Maybe. Just maybe. Perhaps. Perchance.
He lies back down, once more meeting the soft feel of the blankets and pillows.