9
Birthday Boy Stefan
Stefan watched as Clara stared into space before writing something down. A group project and he was lucky enough to get someone he knew. He could've always compelled the teacher so he would work with her, but it was nice when the teacher noticed friends. He didn't have many of those. He slowly started to nod off from the sound of rhythmic writing and soon he was out. Clara looked up when his book started to slowly fall from his grasp. She caught it with a practiced ease before getting up and finding a blanket to cover him with. Did vampires even get cold? She didn't know, but it made her feel better. She supposed she should've worried about that when she flung Damon out of her open window when she saw him earlier that morning. She didn't take his intrusion of her personal space lightly. They weren't friends, he didn't seem to understand that. She reacted when a hand was about to cover her mouth. She looked back to see a pretty, blonde woman standing behind her with a surprised look in her face.
"A friend of Damon's or Stefan's?" She asked as her eyes narrowed.
"Stefan, Damon's a dick," The woman said with a raised brow.
"Clara Gilbert, pleasure to meet your acquaintance," Clara said as she held out a hand to introduce herself.
"Sister to one Elena?" The woman questioned, "The names Lexi."
Clara nodded at that and they shook hands. Lexi studied the girl in front of her. She did sort of look like Katherine, but not completely. The nose was slightly different, and her lips were fuller. She wasn't as innocent looking either. She could be friends with this girl.
"Wanna scare a vampire?" She asked, guessing that the girl already knew their secret.
A grin was her answer. Oh yes, she could definitely be friends with her. She held a finger up to her lips and quickly moved away. It was almost unnerving how well the human could track her position. A smile tugged up at the girl's lips before her face blanked and she turned her attention to the paper in front of her. Lexi knocked something over and Stefan jolted awake.
"Was that Damon?" He asked.
"Was what Damon?" Clara questioned as she looked up from the paper, "Remember, human ears."
"Oh, so you've got great reflexes but horrible hearing?" He questioned and she shrugged before returning to her paper.
He muttered something and she quirked a smile at that. Messing with him was so easy. He got up to investigate and was promptly tackled by Lexi. He looked up at her in surprise as she grinned at him. Clara got up from the ground while chuckling quietly.
"That was a ten out of ten tackle," Clara complimented, "I'm getting some coffee, any takers?"
"Please," Lexi nodded as she got up from a laughing Stefan.
"Me as well," Stefan nodded.
She gave him a noise that showed she heard him before heading to the kitchen. She could easily find the good beans; she knew they had them. She ignored Damon as she entered the room. He looked up from his book and gave her a sarcastic wave.
"How goes the homework, Artemis?" He questioned.
"Like pulling teeth," She shrugged, "and I know exactly what that looks and feels like."
"Not really selling me hell," He commented.
"Always time to repent," She quipped as she found the good beans and salient began to make a decent pot of coffee.
"Not feeling it," He stated.
"Aw shucks, guess I'll see you there when someone finally decides to take you down," She muttered as she searched for mugs, "where the hell do you keep your mugs?"
"Top left cupboard near the stove," He answered without even looking up.
She opened said cupboard and was surprised that he gave her the actual location instead of sending her on a search. She brought down three mugs before making a face and bringing down a fourth one. She may not like him, but she was in his house using his beans. The least she could do is make him a cup.
She made sure it was in arms reach for him before heading back to Stefan and Lexi. Both vampires looked happy at the prospect of coffee and accepted it from her. She sat back down in front of her paper and frowned at it. They were working on a paper about the town history, and she had gotten access to some of the archives. That reporters club had been a bust, Logan Fell had skipped town on them. She twitched when she heard his name mentioned by Stefan.
"Wait, Logan Scumfell shot at you with wooden bullets?" Clara questioned, "And you're still here?"
"I know, if some freak shot at me with wooden bullets. I bail in under sixty," Lexi agreed, "And why is a news reporter hunting vampires?"
"I don't know," Stefan answered, "I was hoping that Clara might know who was on the council."
"It's mainly the founding families, as long as you act human around them you're golden. The fact that you walk around in the sun is a bonus." Clara stated without looking up.
She knew that Damon could hear her, and she narrowed her eyes in thought. He had a plan brewing and she wasn't sure that she'd like it. She needed to keep an eye on him, and keep Lexi safe. She was a vampire in a town with faux hunters.
"I'm heading to New York for the weekend," Lexi informed them, "Bon Jovi in the Garden, Wanted Dead or Alive, it's our theme song. It'll be a blast."
"Oh, you two sound like a fun time," Clara quietly admitted.
"I don't think he'd actually remember us," Stefan said with a fond smile, "that was a pretty crazy weekend."
"Dude, spill," Clara said to them and Levi's face lit up even more.
"This awesome guy got on stage and sang along with Bon Jovi and we got invited to the after party," Lexi explained.
"Ah, no way that's freaking awesome," Clara grinned, and Lexi threw her arm around her shoulders, "next time I go to a concert I know who I'm inviting, along with Bonnie."
"Why not tag along with us?" Lexi offered, it was a last-ditch attempt to get Stefan to come along and she'd enjoy the human's nonjudgmental company.
"Fuck yeah, count me in," Clara said with a grin before turning towards Stefan, "come on, live a little."
"What is keeping you here?" Lexi questioned, plopping down to her new gal-pal.
"I told you, her name is Elena," Stefan answered.
"Let's hope she's better than the last girl you got all sprung over," Lexi said as she held up a picture of Katherine.
"Oh…" Clara said and both of them turned to her, "That's going to end badly, she's a doppelgänger."
"Doppelgänger?" Stefan asked as Lexi slowly got what she was talking about.
"Yeah, the less people know about Elena the better," Clara quietly explained, "I'll try and find the book that has the information for you, then you'll know why I say that."
"Are you two twins?" Lexi asked as she held up the picture to Clara and noticed the similarities.
"Nearly identical, but I'm not a doppelgänger so I'm safe on that front," She answered as she grew uncomfortable.
"I'm starting to be glad that I didn't know this Katherine," Lexi stated as Stefan grabbed the picture and placed it on a table.
"Yeah, you'd probably kick her ass," Clara said with a slight smile as her unease started to fade.
"Damn straight," Lexi agreed before looking around, "speaking of her, where's Damon?"
"Kitchen," Clara answered, "he was reading last I saw of him."
"Strange he's usually inflicting misery," Stefan quipped before remembering something, "will you two be okay here alone? Because I I have to take care of something."
"It's not like I can go anywhere," Lexi stated as she raised a brow, "you and Damon are the only ones with these nifty little daylight rings. I have a mood ring from seventy-five, trade ya?"
"Doesn't work that way and you know it," Stefan said with a grin.
"Yeah," Lexi agreed with a quiet laugh.
"I'm really glad that you came here," Stefan informed her as he finished off his coffee and stood up.
"What are we doing for your birthday?" Lexi asked, "It's not everyday a guy turns a hundred and sixty-two years old."
"Really?" Stefan groaned.
"Oh yeah," Lexi confirmed with a sly grin.
"I could always call up Caroline and she could get time allocated at the grill for a party," Clara shrugged, "she's always down to plan a party, even one that's last minute."
Lexi nodded and she stared Stefan down as he tried to escape being pulled into a party. He wasn't having much luck seeing as both girls were giving him looks. He sighed and nodded before leaving them. Lexi held up a hand for a high-five and Clara delivered before picking up her phone and texting Caroline. She worded it like it needed to happen and Caroline basically held up a mental hand and said, 'say no more'. The party would be on for the evening. There was nothing that could get Stefan out of it.
"I'm going to take a nap to prepare myself for this party," Lexi announced before she finished off her cup of coffee, "see you there."
"Have a nice nap," Clara quietly said before picking up her cup and taking a sip out of her now cold coffee.
She picked up her paper and looked it over before setting it next to Stefan's. She finished what he wanted her to do for the project, so she was free to go. She picked up the empty cups and grabbed her backpack before heading to the kitchen to wash everything before leaving. Damon was still sitting there, reading his book. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and shook her head as she washed and rinsed the cups. There was another one in the sink. No thank you or anything, but the fact that he drank it was nice. Though she couldn't really claim that he did, he could've dumped it down the drain and she'd never know. They didn't like one another, so it was probably what he did.
"What do you have planned today, Artemis?" Damon's question startled her slightly.
"Not much," She answered as she narrowed her eyes at him, "why?"
"Can't I ask a friendly question?" He asked in mock hurt.
"Usually there's a double meaning behind your questions," She pointed out as she finished washing the cups and placed them upside down she didn't even react when he leaned up against the counter next to her, "what do you want, Damon?"
"Celebrating my Brother's birthday?" He asked and she scoffed.
"I'm not playing the favourites game, Damon," She informed him, "I don't care much for it, not one bit."
"Really," He muttered, obviously not believing her.
"Really," She reiterated before checking her phone to see if anyone left her a message.
No one had texted her, she was unusually unpopular. She put her phone away in her front pocket before fixing her backpack. Damon didn't even react as she slid past him to head back to her car so she could go home. He decided to mess with her. Her unamused face as he sat in her car was amusing to him. She still got in and waited for him to get out. He simply got comfortable.
"Am I your friend for the day?" She asked him, "Because I can go and find something else to do if that's the case."
"What, no hanging out for me?" He asked.
"One, no apology to Caroline and the acceptance of her complete beating your ass, and two I have things I would like to do," She stated as she counted off her fingers, "I need to research something, and I don't really have the time for someone to be marking smart comments in my ear while doing so."
"Look at you little miss on a mission," He said as he hid his slight anger and annoyance at her fixation on his apologizing to Caroline.
That was very unlikely to happen. He stayed in the car though and she simply sighed before starting it. He hadn't meet someone who drove the same car as him, though her's was a year younger than his. He looked around it and wondered if there was anything else hidden inside. She made a sudden stop and he put a hand up to stop himself from slamming into the dashboard. She let out a slight hiss as she glared at a Prius that had ran a stop sign.
"Fucking Prius," She grumbled as she looked at him, "you okay?"
"I'm not Stefan, a sudden stop isn't going to hurt me," He pointed out.
"That sounds like a challenge," She said, and he gave her a warning look.
She held up her hands in defense and he noticed the slight smirk that appeared on her face. She put her hands back down on the steering wheel and went back to driving. She was heading to the library, and he was the idiot that decided to tag along. It was better than staying around someone who reminded him of his constant failures. Granted, Clara was probably not the best person to be around if that was what he was doing, but she wasn't the worst.
She parked with ease and got out of the vehicle. He followed and she seemed to grow a bit annoyed as she locked the doors. She would make him walk back if he pissed her off enough. He wondered just how far he could push her before she finally snapped, she seemed to have a surprisingly good grasp on her temper. He'd only seen her lose it once, and that was towards Elena. Those two didn't get along very well, which was noticeable to the people around them. From best friends to slight enemies.
"Why don't you like Elena?" He asked as she sat in front of a computer that was out of the way, he pulled up a chair and sat backwards in it.
"She's self-centered and a bitch towards her friends," She answered, "I'm self-centered but at least I admit it."
"Didn't you sell your soul?" He questioned and she paused as she typed something into a private search network.
"Yes, for a dollar," She quipped, "I'm not telling you what I sold it for, because I don't think you'd understand. I get the feeling you aren't an enthusiastic fan of martyrdom."
That was an accurate word for what she did. She allowed herself to be used as a martyr for some reason. She frowned in thought as she typed in the name she needed to research. Maria Lacey, another vengeful spirit case that was sent her way. She needed information on the woman. A few news reports popped up on the screen and she quickly filtered them. She opened two of them and opened her backpack to pull out a notebook. She wouldn't put it in the grimoire since it was just a guideline for what she could do with the different monsters.
"What are you looking up a suicide victim for?" Damon questioned as he looked at the screen with her, "Looking for pointers."
He got a smack to the arm for that one as she barely looked away from the screen. She was speed reading and he watched as she wrote something down. Cremated, find item holding. He turned his attention back to the screen and quickly read it as well. Yeah, this was an older story from the early nineteen hundreds. He raised a brow at that.
"How often do you get cases this old?" He asked.
"Fairly often, it takes spirits a while to get to the point where they are this vengeful," She quietly answered as people passed behind them, "in a few more years we'll start having vengeful sprits in flannels and manbuns."
"Scary," He said in a sarcastic tone.
"Yeah, no ones going to take them seriously," She agreed and wrote down the location of the newspaper, "look at that, New York. They have serious timing with these jobs."
He got up from his chair and looked around. It was one of those libraries that constantly smelt of coffee and now he wanted a cup. A girl around Clara's age walked up to him with pink on her cheeks and she turned back to glare at her friends. Oh, it had been a long time since someone had been dared to talk to him.
"Can I get your number?" The girl asked and he could feel the slight disappointment coming from Clara.
Right, this girl in front of him had to be sixteen at the youngest and seventeen at the oldest. He gave her a smirk before turning towards her friends. He could easily mess with them and the Gilbert that dragged him to the library. He would always deny that he was curious and in the mood to mess with her.
"Sorry, but I'm quite taken," He declined, and he heard Clara's quiet curse of confusion.
He looked at her and sent her a smile and she sent him a grimace before turning back to the computer. The girl in front of him seemed relieved by that and quickly apologized before heading back to her friends. He went and played up his excuse by throwing an arm around Clara's shoulders. She gave him the dirtiest look he'd ever received. She was not amused by him, which seemed to be constant around him.
"Why are you dragging me into your shit?" She hissed at him as she went back to the news clippings.
"Because someone has to get you to lighten up," He answered with an accompanying smirk.
"I'm fine on that end," She informed him with a frown, and he wondered if he hurt her feelings, "I can't really afford to lighten up."
Yeah, he struck a nerve with her. She easily shrugged his arm from her shoulder and closed everything down on the computer before logging out of it. She left him, and did so without looking back at him. A nerve, he hit a deep issue on her part. He got up from the chair and headed after her. She wasn't next to her car, but outside the café next door with a thoughtful expression on her face.
"Are you seriously angry at me?" He questioned, "Out of everything that I've done, telling you to lighten up is the worst offense?"
"No, not really," She stated, and she frowned at him, "glad to know that you're aware that you've fucked up quite a bit. Coffee?"
"You paying?" He was a bit surprised by that.
"It's the twenty-first century," She pointed out a slight smile on her face, "I also offered."
"Sure," He confirmed, and she headed into the café.
He watched as she went in and ordered the two cups of coffee and what appeared to be a danish. She must've gotten something specially made because it took a while for the coffee to be finished. She walked out with two large cups in her hands and handed him his. Her name was spelled wrong on the side of the cups, and she seemed completely amused by it.
"Your name being misspelled is the most amusing thing, isn't it?" He questioned as he took a sip of the coffee.
"It's a simple name," She shrugged, "I'm hard pressed to find someone who can misspell it."
She had something that looked too pale to be regular coffee. Just what did she do to her drink? She took a sip of it out of a straw and raised a brow at him. She motioned towards her car and he walked to it. She got in first before unlocking the passenger door. To say people were surprised when they walked into the party at the grill was an understatement.
"Clara, you're late," Caroline commented as she dragged her friend away from Damon, much to the other girl's relief.
"Had to keep Damon somewhat distracted," She explained with a slight sigh, "I'm still waiting for the okay to beat him up for you."
"I'll let you know," Caroline informed her with a smile, "What do you think of the party?"
"I think you've outdone yourself," Clara complimented, "how'd you get so many people to appear in such a short notice?"
"It's a small town, Clara, people love the chance to party," Caroline rolled her eyes as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Clara had to admit that it probably was. She was led to a table with Bonnie sitting at it and she sat down. Bonnie seemed relieved to see her and Clara frowned in concern. She placed the bag with the danish on the table and pushed it towards her friend. Food as an apology was a Clara move. She accepted it and a bright smile appeared on the other girl's face.
"So, what's new in your world?" Clara asked as Caroline left them to go get a drink.
"This crystal appeared on my nightstand a few nights ago," Bonnie explained as she brought said crystal out from under her shirt and showed Clara, "Grams said it used to belong to one of our ancestors, that it found me."
"Some objects do retain the will of their original owners," Clara confirmed, "Grams is right about this, whoever this ancestor is, is trying to send you a message."
"What if I don't want to listen to the message?" Bonnie questioned.
"I don't know," Clara admitted, "depends on if it's an echo or an actual piece of spirit, if it's an echo then nothing the message will eventually fade but if it's a piece of spirit then it will be persistent until you listen."
"No pressure," Bonnie muttered, and Clara waved a waitress down for a drink or two.
"There's always pressure when it comes to spirits," She said as a glass of bourbon was placed in front of her, "I ordered a soda."
"It's from the gentleman at the bar," The waitress said in a funny tone.
Bonnie's brows raised before giving her best friend a sly grin. Clara looked towards the bar and watched as Damon raised his glass. She shook her head in slight annoyance and Bonnie's grin fell into one of disbelief. She sent her friend a look and watched as the glass was moved to the side.
"I don't know why he's trying to get on my good side," Clara stated.
"Did you do something to him?" Bonnie asked.
"Only used my abilities of persuasion," Clara said in an innocent tone.
"I can't believe you," Bonnie shook her head, "using such hellish abilities to scare someone, the horror."
"Want to see what else I can do?" Clara asked as she discreetly looked around, "Choose a group."
"Tyler's being a massive jerk to your brother," Bonnie pointed out and she heard the sound of Tyler shouting, "That was instant upon learning he's being a jerk to Jeremy."
"I did warn him," Clara quietly muttered.
"That you did," Bonnie agreed as she clinked glasses with her.
Tyler walked past their table with soda dripping from his hair. A slight smirk appeared on Clara's face before it vanished when he turned around. He got a raised brow instead and he narrowed his eyes at her. He felt as though she was responsible for it. She sipped at her soda and looked away and watched as Stefan and Lexi came in, they were talking about something. She let a slight smile show at the sight.
"What's got you smiling?" Bonnie asked.
"Stefan's friend Lexi came to visit, she's awesome," Clara answered, "brought out a fun side that I didn't know he had."
"Fun side huh?" Bonnie teased.
Clara waggled her brows and Bonnie laughed at the sight as they moved to a different conversation. Damon listened in and got some information about their friendship. An allyship with a Bennett witch wasn't the worst of moves. He tilted his head when Bonnie left for the night, a promise to stay the night with her Grams. Clara was just sitting there all by herself and slowly drinking the bourbon he'd sent her way. She got up and moved to sit at the bar with him.
"So, what's the plan?" She asked him as she placed the empty glass on the bar.
"What makes you think I have a plan?" He asked as he motioned for a refill, but she covered the opening of the glass.
"I'm not in a bourbon mood," She quietly informed him, "I also have to drive home, so, spill."
"I want to get the council off our backs," He quietly said, and she rolled her eyes.
"You've got nothing to worry about, they're idiots," She said, "just don't kill anyone for a few days and you'll be golden. They'll think you've vamoosed."
"Who say's vamoosed anymore?" He sarcastically asked as he ignored Stefan and Lexi's conversation.
"I do," Clara answered in complete seriousness, "as long as car-bro is dating my sister, you're stuck with my lingo and I don't come with a dictionary."
"What kind of drink do you want?" He asked and she scoffed.
"I still have to drive," She pointed out, "unless you plan on driving me home?"
"What makes you think I'm not drunk?" He questioned.
"Good point," She said, "I'm the designated driver for all eternity, drinking isn't something I enjoy if I'm being honest."
"You're even worse than Stefan," He said, his tone mocking.
She rolled her eyes at that and turned her attention around and watched as Stefan started to win the game of pool he was playing against Lexi. She liked seeing him smile, it was like he didn't do it enough. Sure, he was dating her sister but sometimes it felt like he was guilty about it. She wasn't going to get in the middle of it. It wasn't her business. She watched as Damon frowned at his drink for a few seconds.
"Clara, there you are," An unfamiliar voice caused her to tense for a second.
She turned around and a woman with dark, curly hair and dark skin was standing behind her with a smile. Her eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, which were gently pulled down to show red eyes. She knew those eyes. She grinned and motioned to the seat next to her.
"I didn't recognize you Luci," She said, "are you starting up poker night again?"
"No," Luci denied before turning to Damon, "this gal here is the person you want with you in Vegas. We all cheated, and she still somehow won each round."
"Ah, right," Clara said, "Luci, this is Damon Salvatore, Damon this is one of my oldest friends Lucifer."
"You're friends with Satan?" Damon asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, they get a bad wrap," She shrugged before turning to the fallen archangel, "so, what are you doing here?"
"Why is Michael breaking items in his office?" Luci asked before noticing the slight smirk on Clara's face, "I take it hearing that makes you happy."
"Of course, he's a backstabber," She stated with a frown, "he tried to force me into doing what he wanted, and he should've known that wasn't going to work. I'm too stubborn."
Damon looked between the two and asked for another shot of bourbon. He needed it if he was going to be hearing about issues revolving around angels. He thought he was having it bad with the council, he couldn't imagine dealing with heavenly problems. He heard a scoff come from Luci.
"I'm not kidding you, he want's "fate" to play out, but he seems to forget that humans have free will and can deny their fate," Clara stated.
"Like the necromancer?" Luci asked and he watched as a conflicted expression appeared on her face.
"That…that was one of those problems where I couldn't see any other solution," Clara admitted, "I'm human, not omnipresent."
"That would be terrifying if you think about it, whenever someone needs something they'd just hear a sarcastic response," Luci teased as they ordered a round of appletinis, "still confident in your masculinity to drink some appletinis with me."
"Fuck yeah," Clara said, and they cheered one another before drinking the alcohol.
Damon rolled his eyes at that and an appletini was handed to him. He took in a deep breath before drinking it. He wanted it to taste bad, but it was good, damn it. They shared a secret smirk before talking about something he couldn't follow. It didn't help that it was in a language he didn't know. All these years alive and he never picked up Russian. It would've been a fun parlor trick during the McCarthy era. The red scare had been one hell of a time to be around for. Luci nudged Clara and motioned towards the entrance to the Grill. Clara groaned and rolled her eyes in annoyance, muttering something in Russian while she did so. Damon looked and saw Elena, no wonder she seemed so annoyed.
"Buzz kill," Clara muttered in Russian, and Luci nodded their understanding.
"I need to go and make sure that Gabriel is where he's supposed to be," Luci informed her as they got up from the bar, "keep an eye on hot and dangerous next to you, you'll be surprised during my next visit."
"What do you mean hot and dangerous? He's an ass who doesn't understand consent and the law," Clara said with a frown.
"Well, maybe that will change," Luci said with a shrug, "stay cute!"
Clara shook her head at that and downed the last appletini. She didn't know how to react to Luci changing form again. Last time she'd seen them, they were in the form of a man. The dark skin was a pleasant change, she'd admit that. It looked good with the red eyes. She was brought out of her thoughts when Lexi came up with some drinks and placed them next to Damon.
"All right, the shots are a bribe," Lexi said, "I need you to answer a question. What are you really doing in Mystic Falls?"
"Have you tried the brittle?" Damon sarcastically asked, "It wins awards."
"Cut the crap," Lexi warned him, just as Clara smacked his arm.
"Okay, I have a diabolical master plan," Damon said.
"What is it?" Lexi asked.
"If I told you it wouldn't be very diabolical, now would it?" He sarcastically asked.
Clara removed herself from the awkward tension that was starting to rise and stumbled towards the entrance. She was going to sit in her car until the alcohol left her system. She removed her keys from her pockets, and they were immediately removed from her hands. She was five seconds away from physically fighting whoever took them when she felt a hand on the small of her back. She was being led to the passenger seat.
"Dude, I can sober up in like thirty minutes," She complained as the door was opened.
"I'm just doing my duty as a good samaritan ," Damon joked as she sat down in the passenger seat.
The look she gave him showed that she didn't buy that excuse at all. He didn't like owing anyone anything, so he was repaying her by taking her home. It was a quick drive, but she still somehow fell asleep during it. Thirty minutes, yeah right. He looked at her for a few seconds. It was strange to imagine that this girl could possibly do the things that she did. She looked too small to be able to physically lift him or fight off a vampire. But she could. She stirred a bit before coming back to the world of awareness.
"Just how fast do you drive?" She questioned him.
"You were out for most of it," He didn't even give her an answer.
"Good thing, because if hunting doesn't kill me the damn heart attack from you speeding will," She stated before getting out of her car.
He tossed her the keys, and she gave him a muffled thank you that was followed by a yawn. She didn't really stumble, as much as shuffle to the door. She gave him a wave over her shoulder before heading inside. He'd been invited in, and she thought he wouldn't abuse that. He was in her room by the time she opened the door to it. She took one look at him before narrowing her eyes in annoyance. She grabbed some pyjamas and shot him a glare and he simply held up his hands with a smirk. Something muttered in Russian hit his ears and his smirk increased. Oh, he was truly annoying her to the best of his abilities. She seemed easier to annoy when she had a few drinks in her. She came out smelling of mint and face planted into her pillow.
"Is this a reason why you don't like to drink?" He asked as he laid on his side in the bed and watched as she flipped him off.
"Ever been attacked by a…god I think it was a night hag?" She asked, "No, then sush."
"Night hag? Don't those go after people with nightmares?" He questioned, knowing the name.
"It's typically known in Polish folklore, and can only be killed when visible," She answered, "yes, they feed on nightmares, but that's not always a good thing. If the nightmare outlives the person then one has to hunt down the night hag if not then it's all good."
Okay, another thing he didn't realize he needed to look out for. She brought a hand up and felt around the bed for her blankets. She found them and dragged them up over her, and him. She mumbled a little and he smirked. She was getting too comfortable with him. If she wasn't careful he might start to think that she wanted to be friends with him. He contemplated that. A powerful ally that was also allied with the Bennett witch? That could be something he'd find helpful in the future. Her breathing evened out and she fell asleep. She was either confident in her abilities or didn't find him a threat. Rude. He was annoyed at that. He got up from the bed and simply left through her window, he had things to think about. Plans to make.