AU: Hi guys! Now that I'm (almost) finished with Aleandra, I decided to start a new fic. This is actually based on a dream I had… I know, it's kinda weird, but I thought it was good enough for a fic. This is going to be totally different from Aleandra, but well, I might drop some clues to what she is doing right now…

Enjoy the reading! (And don't forget to review… Blue button, people, blue button!)

I wonder, vampire

How long the hunger can be controlled

By your fading, tormented soul?

Prologue

"What were you thinking?!"

"Shhh!" I threw a look at the girl curled up on the sofa. "You'll wake her up." He snorted.

"Why should I care? I practically live here. It's not my problem if she wakes up." I rolled my eyes.

"You're acting like a three year old. Please, just be a little quiet." He sighed and sat down on a chair with three and a half leg.

"Jesus, Mischa. What were you thinking?" I shrugged.

"I… I don't know." He shook his head.

"Okay. Just tell me what happened. From the start."

So I told him.

About the old vampire, who'd gone mad. How I'd gotten a call from someone, asking me to take care of the problem.

And how it had been much too late for the family when I got there.

"I swear, Caleb, I've never seen so much blood in my whole life. And, keeping in mind I'm a vampire, that actually means something. It was just everywhere. Walls, floor. They barely looked like humans anymore." Caleb made a face.

"I can't say I'm surprised. That guy wasn't very nice before he went mad, so I can only imagine how he's now…"

"He was still… feeding… on one of them when I got there." Caleb raised an eyebrow.

"May I guess that's the reason Sleeping Beauty is lying on your couch and not in his stomach?"

"Yes. I shot him as soon as I saw him, and that's, well …"

"Let me make another guess. She saw them?" I sighed and rubbed my forehead. I couldn't get a headache anymore, but sometimes I felt like my head didn't really care about that.

"Yes." I shivered slightly. "Caleb, she didn't react. She just stood there. Just a girl, for Christ's sake, dressed in a pyjama. Her hair was still untidy." I was strongly aware of her presence, just a couple of meters away. "I could see it. One minute she was standing there, a teenage girl, trying to understand what had happened. And the next she was gone. Just… Empty." I met his gaze.

"I couldn't just leave her." Caleb snorted again, but I could see he understood perfectly well why I had done it. I was pretty sure he would have done the same thing.

"And you are sure you didn't just se a pretty girl and decided it would be nice to have her living with you?"

"Caleb. Don't go there. Just tell me what to do."

"You're over four hundred years old. It's about time you learn to make your own decisions." I looked at him, eyebrows raised.

"Fine!" He looked annoyed. "I'll check if I can find a place for her to stay. You'll just have to deal with her until then."

"I owe you one."

"No, you owe me more than you'll ever be able to pay back."

"True." He laughed.

"Well, I guess admitting it is a good start." Caleb stood up. "I'll leave you and your new roommate alone for now. See ya." He walked out of the apartment. It was true; he practically lived here. We were long past all kind of pretended courtesy.

Dear God. What was I going to do now?