Annnnnd here's Aiden. Dunno if I'll do more. Lemme know what you all think. I'm gonna go do that sleeping thing that humans are supposed to do periodically.
Aiden thinks that it's a good thing that on really early shifts, Josh tends to be more asleep than awake before they get to work.
After a night of dreams of the past and the present and blood and sex and violence, sometimes Aiden has trouble. With humans it gets harder for them to kill when they know the victim…familiarity can be safety, but not so with Josh. Familiarity breeds danger.
When they met, Josh wasn't food. Josh was a werewolf. Josh smelled like a wolf and vampires prefer a classier vintage. But now…now he knew Josh and he knew how human he could be and that was not a good thing because now Aiden had trouble. Now Aiden was glad that Josh didn't really open his eyes until he had coffee in him and he was glad that Sally had learned not to chatter at the grumbly werewolf in the morning or they'd see it in him. They'd see how much he doesn't care that werewolves aren't classy vintages served as a gourmet brunch.
Josh's blood wouldn't taste like dog. It'd taste like Josh, all the desperate courage and fear and nerves and affection and to Aiden…that would be a decent breakfast. And that was why, when they called Josh his dog…his pet, he didn't argue, because he needed the reminder that Josh was his to protect and not to devour. And maybe Aiden enjoyed the feeling of a truly loyal friend. Vampire's best friend.
If only he could get the incident-prone Werewolf to wear a leash. One of those extendable ones so Josh didn't realized that he was on a leash until he was yanked back to safety before darting into Bishop-shaped traffic.