What is this? I… I have no idea what came over me. I was asleep, trying to get anough for work and my eyes popped open and this idea just festered until I had to get up and write it.

Seriously though. Fanfiction for fanfiction. My first HiNaBN and it's fanfiction for fanfiction… asdfghjkl. Dead of Night belongs to Demyrie and the original HiNaBN belongs to Tessa Stone.

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Sorry guys. XD

Conrad Achenleck was starting to get used to the fact that he had a vampire watching over him. Oh sure, Luce never made it look like he was watching out for Conrad, but anytime the artist was in trouble Luce was right there ready to bail him out.

He never made a big deal of it. He just always leaned into the cool skin of his protector and tormentor and nodded, agreeing with the abuse that issued from Luce's mouth. The vampire might complain about the scrapes Conrad managed to get into, but he was always there.

Always there.

When Conrad was ambushed in a back alley by a group of punks looking to cause havoc where they could… Luce was there. When they ripped off his sweater vest and threw it in a puddle of god knows what and then tried to… use him… Luce was there.

He sent two of the punks scrambling right after he'd ripped the throat out of the first one and drained the kid dry. It was the first time Conrad had seen Luce lose control and he never wanted to see it again.

But, it was in defense of him. So when Luce picked him up off of the street with a muttered, "On yer feet, princess." He gave in and leaned into the finally warm body that wrapped him up and kept him safe, even if it was dirty and disgusting and full of things he wouldn't go anywhere near if he'd been in his right mind.

Always there.

And tonight was no exception. Sitting in his room alone he stared at his Christmas tree, watching the lights twinkle and reclining into his couch he finally noticed that two of the red lights didn't twinkle with the others and he smiled. Actually smiled to see the dirty mangy vampire in his fluffed up coat. "Hi."

"Hi yerself, Princess."

That was it. This casual exchange of insults. This was normal. The usual. Conrad had no idea why it made him feel safe. "I made you something."

"Figures. Th' artfag made som'thin'. Go on, what's it?"

"There. Under the tree." Conrad tilted his chin in the direction of the framed and finished sketch he'd made of Luce that night, not too long ago. "I figure you haven't seen yourself in a very long time, what with the bloodsucking… so I made this. If you don't want it, just leave it here."

Luce stared at the drawing for a very long time, and Conrad just smiled more and fell asleep. But, it was okay. Because Luce was there.

Always there.

I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME.

Conworth Fluff? how the fuck did I manage this!How did I make this Fluffy and Skeevy at the same time? O.O