"Damn!" Hannah cried. She'd locked herself out of the house, and it was dark. She'd known she shouldn't have stayed out that extra hour to see that second movie! She'd felt it in her guts, but she'd ignored it and now she was paying the price cause the spell had been put on the windows to stop people from getting in that way! Everyone was in bed now and she didn't want to wake anyone up.

"Need some help?" Asked a voice that both sent a chill up her spine and made warmth pool in her belly.

"No, thanks," She said, turning to face Christopher. "I think I'll just...I'll sleep outside tonight and go inside in the morning. One night won't kill me."

"You'd do that even if you know that creepy and unpredictable me is roaming around out here?" He asked, bounding up the steps and looming over her. He was barely visible in the darkness.

"Oh, stop!" She said and turned, putting her hands on her hips, something she was sure he couldn't see, since she could barely make him out either.

"Can you see me?" He asked. "Here, let me help." He reached out, took her hand, and she let out a cry when he put it over his heart. His heart that beat under the bare skin of his chest. "I have a tent and some blankets not far," he told her. "I wouldn't let you freeze. Are you sure you'd rather stay out here instead of finding some way to get inside?"

"Yes," Hannah nodded. "I really don't want to wake anyone up. Can I trust you?"

"Yeah," Christopher nodded, leading her to his camping site that he'd built on the sly cause he missed being in the night air. "Of course you can trust me. Will we be sleeping naked to conserve body warmth?"

"No," Hannah shook her head. "I have pajamas." She zapped them up as he turned on a flashlight. "See?"

He chuckled at the flimsy fabric. "I think you'd be warmer without them and cuddling next to me," he remarked.

"Oh, wouldn't you wish?" Hannah smirked and zapped the night gown on. "I think that being cold and away from you is a risk I'm willing to take, thank you very much!"

"Whatever," Christopher shrugged. "You can do what you want. It's your life. But when you get cold, just know that I'll be here."

"That's good to know," Hannah replied and snuggled under the sleeping bag, closing her eyes. "Good night, Christopher."

"Good night," he whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek lightly. "Sleep well."

The last thing that Hannah wanted was to see the smirk on Christopher's face when he realized she knew he'd been right about her being cold and she'd been wrong. So when it began to rain and a cold breeze made its way through a crack in the tent's fabric, instead of cuddling next to Christopher like a sensible person would, she curled up in a ball, resting her side against the side of the tent and tried to focus on not shivering.

But she couldn't fool him. He could clearly see how she was suffering. "I told you that you wouldn't last long in that silly nightgown," he reminded her, pulling her close and clearly feeling her shiver as he tried to warm her up with his body heat, although it didn't work as quickly as he would have liked. "Now you're all wet. Why don't you get that thing off before you get sick?"

"I'm a vampire," Hannah reminded him. "And a demon. I don't get sick."

"Well, you'd be more comfortable, anyway," Christopher pointed out.

"You have a point," Hannah sighed and leaned back so their chests were no longer touching. "All right. Shleld your eyes!"

"I'm a bit hungry so I'm going to be heading out anyway," Christopher informed her. "Having all the blankets to yourself for a little while might help you warm up."

"Thanks," Hannah told him. "See you later."

"No problem," Christopher told her from outside the tent.

Once she was sure he was gone, she stripped off her wet clothes, did the best she could to dry herself off, and snuggled under the sleeping bag again. It wasn't much better than before, but at least she could be grateful that she wasn't wet.

When Christopher returned, he saw her night gown waded up in a corner of the tent and smiled with satisfaction. "Thank you for listening to me," he said. "I can see you're not shivering anymore."

"Well, I'm shivering less, anyway," Hannah told him. "I'm still sort of cold."

"You want me to fix that?" He asked her. "Or not?"

It was a few seconds before she turned and stared at him. "You know, ordinarily, I wouldn't encourage you, because I know why you're asking, believe me. But now I'm so cold that I'd do anything to get warm. Even let you get close to me. So get in here."

Christopher shrugged. "Not the most gracious invitation I've ever heard, but I'll take it."

When he climbed in beside her, she gasped as his face began to change. It became riddled with scars, and his eyes were jet black. His teeth lengthened, as did his nails.

"What's happening to you?" Hannah whispered, her eyes widening as she tried to squirm free of the sleeping bag. "Christopher, what's happening?"

"This is what I really look like," he said in a distorted voice. "I know I'm a monster, but I showed you because I thought you wouldn't run away." He sighed. "I guess I was wrong."

"No," Hannah shook her head. "You're not. I'm just...we'll I'm a little surprised is all. Are you...are you going to hurt me?"

"No," Christopher shook his head and took her hand, stroking her palm gently and trying not to scratch her with his nails. "I would never hurt you. At least not on purpose." He paused. "You know, you're one of the few people I've met in my life that I'm not afraid of. I know my parents care, but my mom pushes. She wants so hard for me to fit in and be normal and I...I don't know if I can do it."

"Hey, I hear you," Hannah replied. "I can tell my dad doesn't want me to come here, either...associating with the really bad demons and the devil and all. He thinks you all will influence me in a bad way and I'll not be his little girl anymore."

"And are you worried about being influenced in a bad way?" Christopher asked. He was still beastly-looking, but his voice was less distorted now. She could nearly understand what he was saying without guessing.

"No, I'm not worried," she got out. "I think I'm pretty good at deciding for myself what behavior is right and wrong."

"Are you still cold?" He asked. "I bet you are."

"It's not as bad as it was when I was wearing that wet night gown, but yeah," Hannah finally admitted and reached out to stroke the scars on Christopher's face. "What happened here?" She asked. "Or is it not my business?"

"When I was little, whenever I would get upset, I would change into this form," he said. "Or part of it, anyway. And to deal with the hurt, I would scratch my face."

"I'm sorry," Hannah replied. "Do you...do you still feel like that ever?"

"No," Christopher shook his head. "Not anymore. I can deal with it better now." He paused. "I thought of a way to warm you up, but you'll have to trust me. Do you?"

"We're in close quarters when you're in what you're basically telling me is a dangerous and unpredictable form," Hannah reminded him. "Of course I trust you. I don't know how, but I...I know I can."

"Good," Christopher nodded. "Cause I think this might really help you." He bit his wrist and offered it to her, and even though he knew it was coming (cause how else would he know to offer her blood?) he was still a little shocked when she hissed and revealed a full set of fangs, and her eyes became jet black and veiny. Then she pounced and drank greedily for a minute or so before she finally let his wrist go, panting heavily and licking the blood that didn't make it into her mouth off her chin.

"Thanks..." she got out. "Thanks a lot. I didn't even know I needed that."

"Well, I'm glad it helped," Christopher told her, and leaned forward. "You still have a bit on you. Can I? Do you mind?"

"No," Hannah shook her head. "Is it some kink you have or do you need it?"

"I'm a vampire too," he told her. "But in this case, it's a bit of both."

She grinned and closed her eyes as he licked the last bit of blood off her chin and leaned back, watching as she opened her eyes once more, his hands running down her arms in yet another attempt to warm her up. Thankfully, all their combined efforts seemed to be working.

Then, they stared at each other in silence for a second or two before they pounced on one another at the exact same time, kissing in a fashion that seemed more like they were devouring each other's faces.

Although it was tight quarters with both of them squeezed into one sleeping bag, they managed to maneuver so that Christopher was on top of Hannah. He put his hands on either side of her face and then, as he leaned down to kiss her, his features slowly morphed back to human. "I bet you're glad about that," he remarked. He could feel the difference in his features. "You'd probably rather make love to someone who looks human rather than beastly."

"I don't really care either way," Hannah told him. "I think both are nice. She gave him a smile and that was it for him. He kissed her again and after telling her to hold on tight to him, he began pushing into her with such force that the tent collapsed on both of them, but by the time they were finished, they were too tired to try and put it up again and just fell asleep in each other's arms with the red ted covering them instead, not waking up until Ellie's shriek of surprise roused them the next morning.

"Oh...oh, geez! Oh, damn! Why?" Ellie cried out in anguish after arriving back in her and Lucifer's bedroom and slamming the door closed. "I just saw something that I will not be able to unsee! Now I know why Oedipus poked out his eyes!"

"What's happened?" Lucifer asked as he ran over to her to guide her back to bed. "Is Christopher doing bad things?"

"He's doing Hannah!" Ellie cried. "I told you we should have left the spell off of the doors for a bit longer in case she got home late from the movies! But she got locked out and slept outside with Christopher, and when I found them, they were wet and naked and it just...ugh!" She shuddered.

"Is someone starting to sound like dear old Dad?" Lucifer asked. "Are you judging your sister for her little fling?"

"The fling is not what I'm worried about!" Ellie shook her head. "It freaks me out a little, but she can do what she wants when it comes to that. But he could have hurt her! It's very lucky that he didn't." She sighed. "I'm going to have a word with her when she comes in."

"No, don't," Lucifer said, running to block the door. "It's my fault. I'll talk to her."

"Okay," Ellie nodded. "Thanks. Since you're the only one that handle this with a clear head now, that's probably a good idea. I'll look after the twins instead."

While Ellie did that, Lucifer dressed and strode to the kitchen at a leisurely pace, sitting down at the breakfast table with some coffee just as Hannah and Christopher made their way into the house.

"Good morning, children," he grinned at them over his coffee cup. "Sorry you were locked out, Hannah. But I see you found a place to sleep after all. Did you have a good night?"

"Go ahead and say it," Hannah told him with a sigh. "Be freaked out like Ellie was. I can take it."

"Oh, you forget who you're talking to!" Lucifer reminded her, a smirk on his lips. "I have absolutely no problem with what you decided to do. Especially if in your heads you told yourselves that you did it for some reason like trying to keep warm."

"That's what it started out as," Christopher told him. "She wore this ridiculously flimsy night gown even though I told her that wouldn't help much."

"But you can't blame me for thinking you were spouting illogical nonsense at first!" Hannah pointed out. "What you said just...it doesn't seem logical. Why would taking off my clothes lead to me being warmer than if I kept them on?"

"I don't know how to explain it exactly," Christopher told her. "But I know that I've spent more time sleeping outside than you have so you should have listened to me! If you would have, you wouldn't have shivered for so long!"

"This is cute," Lucifer grinned, looking back and forth between them. "Please, keep going."

"No," Hannah shook her head. "The point is made and I'm done. Is there any more coffee?"

"Yes, the pot's over there on the counter," Lucifer pointed. "Have as much as you want. Then we can talk about how Christopher is your mate."

"My what?" Hannah asked. "What are you talking about?" She poured her coffee and then joined Lucifer and Christopher at the kitchen table, catching Christopher's eye. "Do you have any idea what he's talking about?"

"It's a werewolf thing," Christopher told her. "You get very strongly attached to someone physically, and you're really attuned to things about them, especially their scent."

"Was that what you were talking about when you caught me after I got out of the shower?" Hannah asked. "You weren't just talking about my shampoo, were you?"

"No," Christopher shook his head. "Actually, I found your shampoo kind of distracting." He paused. "Do you feel the same way about me? Do you know what we're talking about?"

"No," Hannah said immediately, her sister's horrified face flashing in front of her eyes and cutting into her deep. She couldn't bear being on bad terms with Ellie, and clearly this put her down that road. "Nope, not a bit. Thanks for keeping me warm and all that. It was a big help, but I really...I really don't think we should do this again." She then sped from the room and didn't look at Christopher again.

"Don't mind her," Lucifer urged when he saw how down the boy looked. "She just needs time. This is all very sudden."

"Oh, it's all right," Christopher told him. "I'm used to everyone rejecting me. What's one more?"

"You don't have to be tough, you know," Lucifer told him. "If it's a problem, you can say it's a problem."

Then Christopher pounded on the table, his demon self showing once again. "It's just not fair!" He growled. "How could she lead me on like that? How could she let me think that she cared and then just act like nothing happened? I didn't think she had it in her to be so cruel!"

Lucifer looked down at the dent in his formerly immaculate wood dining table. "All right. You're expressing your feelings. This is good. But there are better ways than beating up on the furniture. Why don't you come with me and I'll show you a few?"

"That's a good idea," Christopher nodded. "I need to get out of here."

"Where are you going?" Ellie asked as they headed toward the door, the younger man's distress very visible. "Christopher, are you okay?"

"Your sister is making him feel bad," Lucifer told her. "And you are too. So I'm taking him out to feel better. If we're not back for lunch, tell Dexter not to wait up for us."

"Be careful!" Ellie called after him. "Don't do anything stupid!"

"I would never, Eleanor!" Lucifer called jovially. "You should know that by now."