Belarus hadn't heard anything for about twenty minutes. She opened the bathroom door cautiously. She saw and heard nothing. She walked out to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea. She walked out to the living room, carrying the still-steeping tea. Someone was on the sofa! She dropped the tea, startled. The stranger stirred, but stayed asleep.
She walked over to the blonde laying there. He was snoring, clearly in a deep slumber. She wrapped her pale fingers around his throat and squeezed. He started to gasp for air and his eyes opened, wide and terrified.
She didn't think about what she was didn't feel anything, she had done this so many times. It was routine and didn't faze her.
While she was thinking, she felt a fist slam into her jaw. She could tell he was going easy on her, because she was a girl. She hated it when people did that. She didn't loosen her hold on his neck. But, next thing she knew, he had tackled her. Wow, this guy really wanted to live, it made her sick. She laid there, he was holding her down; she tried, but failed to move. She glared up at him. He simply stared at her, looking concerned and a bit confused. "Who are you?" He asked, she growled in reply. He asked again "I can't see why that is any business of yours!" She spits out. He smiles a bit. What!? Why!? Hardly anyone had smiled at her before, and why did he?