A/N I accidentally added the previous chapter three times. Oops.
I hummed contentedly, eyes still closed, pulling the blankets over my head to avoid the morning sunlight. Honestly, Alfred should have known to closer the blinds... even if I wasn't a vampire, it still would have been a good idea. Speaking of Alfred, the so-called "hero" lay next to me, still fast asleep. Of course, I hadn't slept at all, as it was sort of impossible for one of my kind.
Ah, our first kiss had actually been Alfred-initiated. It was very cute.
I suppose it might have been his actual first...
Anyway, it was presently eight o'clock in the morning, and I was lying in bed with Alfred F Jones. It was at this moment when my thirst for his blood almost overtook me, and I was forced to get up and leave, for I intended to wait just a bit longer to sink my teeth into his neck...
Peeking out from under the covers, I studied how the light fell across the bed. Carefully, I slid out from under the blanket and set about locating my clothing. Alfred stirred a bit, but did not awaken, and I managed to re-open the window with relative ease and take my leave.
