Why hello there lovely readers, how is your month going? xD
As promised, another chapter before the end of the month. I had a lot of help with my brilliant Beta with editing this and sorting it out because originally, I found Hayley to be far too childish for my likings considering age and everything. So it's now sorted to make a lot more sense for someone who stays around a similar age gap for ever.

You'll recognise where my little spoiler is from the previous chapter and I'll post another one in the next one, which should be updated within the early next month. =)

Chapter Four

The light was blinding my eyes as I groaned, rolled over to my front and pulled the covers over my head. I had not long fallen asleep and now I was being woken up? Why! What Heathen would do this to me!

"Uggggh! Lemme alone," I croaked out sleepily before the duvet was ripped off of me and a sudden cold air hitting my body. This was not going to deter me from sleeping so I grabbed the pillow next to me and pulled over my head and I flopped to my front, "Some of us actually need sleep Dare!" I mumbled out as loudly as possible. I don't understand why he was waking me up! He knows I need to rest to recover, the longer I delay it, the worse off I'll be! Not to mention, once forcibly woken up I could drop unconscious at any moment in time from my body trying to 'shut down'.

"Unless you want something else to happen, I suggest getting up. I need to talk to you." after one evening, I had learned to know this voice all too well. I sighed in annoyance and threw the pillow in the direction of the voice before rolling over and sitting up, my hands resting behind me. I am fairly sure I have crazy bed hair right now.

"What?" I snapped to see that he had caught the pillow and was smirking, fangs out. Why were they out? That meant horny or angry. I raised a brow and followed his eye line down. My night dress was around my stomach. Frick. "Ugh! You're so annoying!" I muttered with a frown jumping off of my bed and walking to my walk-in-wardrobe, trying to contain a yawn.

I ran a hand through my hair in attempts to focus, as I reached my fluffy dressing gown. It was one of those soft fluffy things that you can snuggle in.

"You sleep with a soft toy?" he questioned from behind me. I made a high pitch noise in shock and jumped around to see him standing there, dropping my dressing gown in the process.

"What's wrong with privacy these days? Can I not get that in my own house?"I shrieked and now I bet I was going to lose my voice because of the high pitch squeaks all of a sudden. He just smiled smugly. Not smirk. That was different. I noticed he was holding my scruffy old cuddly dog and snatched it out of his hands. "I sleep with this when me and Darren have had a fight." I mumbled, pouting, and hugged it tightly to my chest, my cheeks feeling very hot.

"So you caused that mess on his face?" he asked and my head shot up, eyes wide. I just gave myself away even more with the shock. I don't actually think when I've just woken up do I... He nodded and leaned back, satisfied with my reaction, "So you're a hybrid that can hurt us. Do your mood swings have anything to do with this?" he was too amused for my likings… I wish I could kick him out, but it was Darren who invited him in. I was going to kill him. (Fact: Vampires cannot enter someone's home without being invited in. And unfortunately, Darren told me that the person who invited them in can rescind their invitation unless the owner of the house gets involved…)

I crossed my arms and did my best to shove passed him, hurting myself in the process (like he was ever going to know this), and stormed out of my room trying my very best to ignore his laughter. When I was out of my room I had no idea on where to go. The only thing running through my mind was that I was tired and wanted to curl up and sleep before passing out… hmm… To my extra room full of rubbish! I had the batman interval theme in my head right then. That's right, the old Adam West kind. The awesome kind.

My extra room has the following: A desk with a laptop, art supplies, a small library (of books, films and games), a bunch of other stuff and my main destination that was a comfy blue and cream corner suit sofa with a fluffy matching throw and pillow. As soon as I entered the room, I slammed the door shut and dived under the fluffy throw and embraced the darkness of the room, the softness of both sofa and throw and finally; no annoying vampire. I snuggled further into the sofa by pulling a pillow down to rest my head to start to dose off. I had angled the pillow to be half hugging it and half sleeping on it with my cuddly dog. Comfiest. Thing. Evar. (But obviously not as good as my bed.)

The light was on just as I got comfy and I groaned rolling to the opposite side to face the pillows and try to remain in the dark. He could have been in here during my time getting comfortable or you know, leave me alone!

"You waited on purpose you douche!" I whined not hearing anything. The light was still on so I sat up; very aware of the fact my hair was even more of a mess. I scowled over at the Sheriff who was sat very comfortably on my sofa next to my head. He had a very amused glint in his eyes.

"I told you, I need to talk with you." he rested his hands on his flat stomach. I noted the top was slightly tight there… Sleep Hayley!

"Don't you have a bar to run?" I snapped, feeling my cheeks heat up again.

"I have someone handling It." he shook it off and I groaned pulling the throw back over my head as I flopped face first into the pillow. I waited a few seconds before rolling onto my side.

"I'm not very good to talk to when being forcibly woken up!" I grumbled and he chuckled.

"As I have recently discovered, but all I did was turn the light on." I had jumped up to my knees in seconds.

"And pulled my duvet off of me!" I shrieked throwing my hand out to help with emphasis and paused; "Where the fudge is Darren?" he raised a brow questionably at me; probably because I went to shrieking to speaking calmly…

"Fudge?" he was smiling in amusement and I scowled, brows knotting together tightly. He shouldn't have been thinking about the mood swings, not my cuss words.

"I… I just don't swear, okay?" I sighed before getting up and trying to escape from the room, unfortunately I tripped over the throw and yelped, arms flailing everywhere as I tried to spin myself round in preparation of the impact that I knew all too well, was going to hurt like a mother trucker.

You can guess what happened next easily by having a Vampire around. He had caught me and somehow I was facing upwards seeing the amusement glittering in his icy depths. He had an arm around my shoulders and another on my thighs… I felt a hand on my thigh…

"I'm glad you find this all funny." I muttered, composing myself as I stood up and kicked my throw to the side childishly. It betrayed me. I don't like being betrayed; especially by non-animated objects.

"Incredibly; particularly since you feel the need to try and run away from me in your own house." he grinned; I could hear the laughter in his voice so badly. I wanted to slap him, but refrained because I didn't know how he would take it.

"I'm hoping I will find a room and that you somehow won't be allowed in unless I invite you personally." I grumbled and crossed my arms, walking out of the room, switching the light off in the process. I started to head back to my room, now not caring if he was following me not far behind, I had honestly given up. I flicked the light off, picked up my duvet, settled in and switched the bed side light on. I was sat up, leaning against the head rest and crossed my arms. I saw him leaning on my door frame, hands in pockets, his long blonde hair falling in his face.

"Sit, stand, I don't care, you obviously won't leave me alone till sunrise and I need to sleep." I leaned my head back and yawned, wanting nothing more than to snuggle in my bed comfortably. I was so cosy just… ten minutes before! Jeez.

His fingers were over my neck again causing me to tense. He was kneeling closely and I think he was frowning. He tilted my chin to the side slightly.

"These look a lot more bruised than earlier." He stated and I made a noise in confirmation, "Darren?" he removed his fingers

"Argument, but I got my own back obviously… where is he?" I lifted my head up to look at him, he looked furious.

"I sent him out to the bar to feed. You left his face in quite the state." he sat down next to me, his eyes glistening in delight, and I just nodded, understanding. His face looked… well creepy. Darren's that is.

"So that's why he hasn't interfered." I said with realization and looked at him. He chuckled and nodded, "Well darn. That's annoying. He would have made you let me sleep." His own head was rested back with his eyes closed. He opened the one nearest me with an arched blonde brow.

"He would have made me would he?" Amusement lacing his tone as he grinned; I laughed and covered my mouth as another yawn escaped before nodding.

"I sure hope so. I was enjoying my sleep." I shifted down and rolled onto my stomach, arms supporting me as I looked up at the seated figure to my right. He was looking at me with a mischievous grin.

"Good dreams?" he asked in a somewhat hopeful voice and I laughed and shook my head.

"Nope, I was just relaxed. This evening has just been a fudging roller coaster of emotions not to mention I used my abilities more than usual, I'm exhausted." I explained and he raised a brow in question.

"Explain." he requested and I laughed and shook my head.

"You know the gist of it anyway. " I muttered and started to pick at the nail varnish on my fingers again. I looked up to see him motioning for me to continue. I rolled my eyes, "Right, you know I'm a hybrid? Good. I'm not going to tell what it is exactly I am because let's face it, I don't trust you and I want to live." he frowned, but slowly nodded, "Well, to state the obvious, I was nervous and fearful for my life when you sat in that booth so I drank a lot and mixed my drinks, then of course my mood swings make me angry, there were moments I was amused, then the giggle fit, then the argument with Darren and oh gosh from having to heal the back of my head from you slamming me against the wall has just made me so tired!" I rambled out and ended up with my forehead resting on my hands as I closed my eyes to try and calm down and relax again.

There was nothing for a while and I felt myself dropping off into unconsciousness. Quite literally, you know when you're tired and you close your eyes and your head actually feels really heavy? I had that.

I yawned and settled to my side feeling my head become hazy in sleep. I forced my eyes open to find he was no longer there and I sighed in both relief and annoyance. It was rude to just suddenly disappear on someone mid-conversation. I twisted round to switch my lamp off, leaving me in the welcomed darkness.

"Night then," I mumbled before settling again. I rolled to my side in the centre of the bed with a hand in front of my face. I felt myself about to dose off yet again this evening and decided to try and find my cuddly dog. I reached my hand forward and felt something hard yet soft and spongy; my brows furrowed in confusion.

"You know-" An all too annoyingly familiar voice made me jump back into a kneeling position shrieking 'Holy Carrot balls!' I looked forward to see Eric was sitting back on the bed grinning. My face was probably a picture with my arms formed some kind of karate chop. I was so shocked and I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins from that scare. Well that woke me up… Gosh my heart is racing.

"I thought you left." I barely whispered, though it was all high pitched and squeaky. I realized I had gripped his hip… or leg… Either way, my face was as red as a cherry and he had a grin on his face. A huge grin. He had straight teeth… they were white also…

"To pick this up." He held up the cuddly dog and I soften immediately. That… Well that was really sweet of him…

"Where was she?" I pouted, taking the dog off of him gently before lying back down, bringing the toy to my chest.

"Lounge," he shrugged before pausing, "She?" I nodded.

"I've had Sophie since I was 13. My father bought her for me when I turned into an official teenager hoping I would never out grow things like this," The toy was so tattered and faded, but I couldn't bear to bin it, "It's one of the only things I have left of him…" I closed my eyes, reminiscing the moment I unwrapped the fluffy dog. I had taken her to be repaired and re-stuffed… Lord knows how many times. I did whatever I could just to keep her in some form of good condition. I was nowhere near ready to let her go and the fact that I'm forty and haven't let her go; it makes me really think that I'll never be able to do it. Not yet any way…

"What killed him?" he asked and I looked up, befuddled, how did he know? "You speak like he is already dead." he explained and my head bobbed and I made a silent 'Oh'.

"Erm, well a vampire thought he was of my mother's race and then drained him. To say the vampire was angry is an understatement. Mother was able to wake me and get us to safety before the vampire found us."

"Are you Fae?" he then asked and I chuckled. Vampires have accused me of being a Fae. I did hide my ears and I did smell delicious. Darren had accused me of being half Fae a long time ago. I was furious with him to say the least. Fairies are secretive and… well, they're stuck up (High and mighty). Fairies and I don't get along since we have different ideas about some races, especially my own. I'll probably explain that later…

"No." I pulled my hair from my ear to prove so to him. Even though I know that probably means nothing now. I hear they have been getting their ears altered.

"So what are you?" He half whispered. I opened my eyes to find him lying on his back, his head tilted towards me, eyes full of curiosity, almost like a child's.

His skin glowed under the faint moonlight shining through my window and I was able to see the swirls and different shades of blue in his eyes He looked beautiful. If his hair wasn't as long as it was and he was shirtless, he would look perfect. I bit my lip and smiled, chewing the corner of it at the thought.

"I can't tell you that." I whispered and averted my eyes to my dressing table, "I don't want Darren, myself or even my mother to be endangered."

"You trusted Darren with the secret. If you are as delicious as you smell, how can someone as young as him be able to handle the thirst." he did sound frustrated there and I can't blame him really.

"Darren is somewhat… desensitized by the scent of my blood," I began to explain, "When we first met, I was different from what I am at this moment in time. I'm still surprised as to how we have gotten to where we are now, but a little while before we started travelling with each other, he was doing what you are now: trying to figure me out, but of course, he did it a little bit differently, starting similar to what you are doing currently. Actually trying to get to know me," I smirked as my eyes drifted shut, "One day, I had tripped in ths house when we were being silly and I had a huge gash on my thigh. I tried to heal it, but it was difficult. He was there within seconds, licking away the blood from around the wound, but never actually biting in and draining me dry… When I had finally healed it shut, he was so guilty yet happy. Happy because I was alive and he finally figured out what I was, but so guilty because he couldn't control himself enough to stop the urge to taste me and continue to drink my blood. We began travelling together after that night." I smiled lazily at the memory as I began to feel my head dropping in that way it was before again.

"So he was actually able to taste you. Verdict?" Eric's voice sounded fascinated, but I couldn't tell, I was trying to stay awake. I felt my brows furrow together as I thought about it.

"He never felt better. He was on a complete high." I opened my eyes to stare into his. He would figure it out soon if I continued, "And there was no negative low to this high. It did go, but not so he felt awful. It was like an addictive drug where you never crashed, just felt stronger and powerful for a short time, depending on the amount and age." and there it was, the realization glittering in his icy depths. His brows had shot to his forehead.

This whole conversation made me think about Darren really. He can't actually handle himself around my blood. I mean, every now and then and this is very occasional, he will try my blood to see how he is. It's never been a happy ending really. If he's fed and satisfied from feeding from a human, it's… easier for him to stop, but most of the time he's drinking the blood substitutes for me.

"And you choose to live surrounded by Vampires?" he… he sounded like this whole matter was laughable. I furrowed by brows lazily and nodded.

"I'm happy with Dare…. When he's not being a total Mother Trucker." I covered my mouth as I yawned, my eyes fluttering close again. My brows knotted together as I concentrated on staying awake with closed eyes. They were starting to sting when I had them open.

"Well, now the ability to not swear makes sense." he chuckled and I smiled.

"You're the only person who I've swore at. Even if it was mentally…" my speech was slurring now as I began to get a lot more comfy. I could feel my body taking advantage of my current state to force the sleep on me. I don't know how much longer I can stay awake for.

"I am curious to what word you used." Trying to tug the smile on my face seemed like picking up my car…

"Can't say it. Not Angry. Just… Sleepy." Short and simple sentences are all I feel like I can handle with my head drooping like this.

"I could take you from here and kill you instantly. Is it wise to fall asleep now?" I felt the crease in my mattress change slightly. He must have shifted positions.

I smiled lazily and licked my lips before speaking, "No fun for you then. Why not drag it out? Make the most of this." I tried to tug at my soft duvet so I could cocoon myself a bit more by snuggling it to cover half of my cheek and neck, but because of where he was laying, it prevented me. I furrowed my brows in confusion before shifting forward and lower in my bed. I think he chuckled… or laughed quietly… I can't tell any more. He chuckles so much I swear if I spend more time with him I'll be able to tell which individual chuckle he has.

"You're suggesting I will eventually taste you?" my brows knotted together as I frowned lazily. I've just realized, I shuffled closer to him. I could feel his breath on the top of my head…

"No… Maybe…Sure? Sleepy…" was all I could manage to actually say from my sentence. I yawned into my pillow before curling up by him. There was just something… right about being this close to him for some reason. Completely stupid I know, but… He smelt good and the way his arm was laid over me felt like no one in the world could hurt me. Apart from him. A thought occurred to me. "Hey…"

"Yes?" I felt his chest vibrate against my forehead as he spoke. His smell was just… intoxicating…

"Can I specifically rescind your invitation even though Dare has let you in?" I didn't hear the answer. I had finally drifted off to sleep. It felt nice to be relaxed. To regain energy. I didn't want to wake up in the morning. I would have a headache. Actually, I would have a Human's equivalent of a hangover. Either way, it'll be painful, annoying and… ugh, enough to put me off using my abilities for a long time.

Rolling over to avoid the sun blaring into my eyes, I felt something cold, smooth and thin crunch round my cheek. Frowning, I opened my eyes blearily, feeling my head banging and the strong need to vomit. My own version of a hangover, except I never felt the need to vomit before...

I sat up grasping the sheet of paper in the process and tried to read what it said. The scripting was neat, as if a computer had typed it up, but I could tell it was done with a biro (And not because the biro was on the dressing table).

To answer your question, yes.

I would rather you didn't though.

You talk in your sleep.

E. Northman

"I do?" I asked out loud and regretted it feeling the bile rise in my throat. I discarded the note, threw my duvet off of me and bolted for my toilet. I spent the better half of the day like that unfortunately. Why vomiting? No idea. It never happened before. It just made me feel worse and make even my chocolate and marsh-mellow pop tarts look like dirt or… poo. I shuddered before retching and emptying my stomach…

So our little Angel talks in her sleep. That may be trouble for her in the future, but when and for what exactly? You'll never know. From me that is. You'll have to read... xD

So my question for you guys is:
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal of sorts?

I have a dog whose a complete bed hog and likes to kick me out of my own bed. And then I have a cuddly dog I call Patch and who Doris (Bed Hog) likes to hide because she gets jealous. -.-'

Don't forget to tell me what you think of the chapter, if you found moments funny/comedic because I would like to do more moments like those in the future.
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Green Elliot