AN: Just to make things clear, Alexandra is now fifteen. This is where all of the fun begins because she's finally getting older and Zelman's going to go from taking care of her to picking on her like he does everyone else :3 She's also going to spend more time around the house and that'll be explained later.

Review please :)

"Zelman?" She knocked on the door a few times. There was no response from the man on the other side, so she tried again.

"Zelman~" She knocked again just a little bit louder. Still he didn't reply. There was no noise coming from the other side of the door, so seh assumed he wasn't feeding. She wrapped her slim fingers around the cold door knob and turned it quietly. Still, she heard him say nothing. She pushed the door slowely and peeked inside. The room was lit slightly by candles, giving it a creepy aura. You'd think that after living with a vampire for eight years she'd be less scared of the dark, but it still scared her every time she went into the lower levels of the mansion.

She glanced at the could and saw his form lying on the couch. She pushed the door open all of the way and walked over to it, only to see him sleeping. This was new to her. She had never seen him asleep because everytime he went to sleep at the old house he would lock the door to keep her out.

For some odd reason he never wanted her around when he slept, so after a while she just let it go. Seeing him like this was definately interesting. She could see why he didn't want her to see him sleeping. When he slept he looked like a normal person, and he looked especially vulnerable. He probably dodn't want enyone to see him like that.

Maybe I should leave before he wakes up,she thought. Maybe coming in here wasn't such a good idea after all. But even as she thought of leaving, she found herself stepping closer to the point where she was now standing over him. He was still wearing his hat, which bothered her a bit. He didn't always where that hat. It was something he started doing when they moved to the special zone, and she hated it. She loved the way his hair looked and was mad that he kept covering it up. She reached for said hat and gripped it just enough to pull it off of his head with a quick movement, praying to god she didn't wake him.

When he stayed silent for a few seconds, she let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, and smiled triumphantly. Now, to go burn it before he woke up. Just as she turned to handle said business, she felt something wrap around her wrist. Something that felt a lot like a hand.

Crap.

"Alexandra," his voice was hoarse from having just woken up, but he still sounded asleep. It wasn't a groggy voice, it was more slurred and sleepy sounding. He sounded like he was talking in his sleep. She glanced back and saw that his face still had that peaceful look to it, and she became even more worried.

"Yes, Zelman?" She really needed to get out of here, but trying to pull her wrist away would surely wake him up.

"Stay with me," he mumbled into the pillow as he gave a rough tug on her wrist, effectively pulling her onto the couch with him. Her back was facing him as he pulled her against his body, putting them in a spooning position. Her face turned beat read and she was praying to god that he would wake up soon, but luck was not one of her strong points.

She started to panic when he began nuzzling her neck. She never took Zelman for the cuddling type, but once again, maybe that's why he never let her near him when he was sleeping. He must of just fallen asleep by accident because he would have locked the doors had he planned it. She tried to wiggle her way out of his grasp but his arm held firm, and pulled her tighter against him.

Wake up, wake up, wake up! In all her years living with him, the amount of physical contacthe was giving her right now was twice that of what she experienced over the past eight years. When he was concious he wasn't really a touchy-feely person as far as she knew. His lips started grazing her skin and the thought that me might actually bite her scared her out of her mind.

"You smell really nice, Alexandra..."

This was bad. This was really, really, really bad.

"Zelman, wake the hell up!" She shouted. There was a pause, then she felt his entire body stiffen. She was imagining his face and the way he probably looked right now. Totally, completely, and utterly shocked.

"When did you get here?" He sounded awake now. This made her feel much better.

"Not too long ago." She felt his heaad move and assumed that he was nodded. He wasn't very vocal when he just wakes up.

"I see," he mumbled. He definately hadn't expected to wake up to Alexandra being here. He definately didn't expect for her to be in his arms.. Wait, she was in his arms. In a small burst of confusion and slight alarm he pushed her violently off the couch, causing her to yelp as she hit the floor.

"Zelman you asshole!" She hissed as she pushed herself off of the floor. She was kneeling in front of him and he was sitting straight as a board.

"Why would you come in here while I was sleeping?" He seemed just as pissed as she was, but for totally different reasons. She was pissed he did those things to her and then pushed her off the couch, and he was pissed that she walked in while he was sleeping. Those stupid knots in his stomach were coming back and he didn't know what was causing them, which pissed him off more.

"That doesn't matter do you know that you get really touchy when you sleep?" He gave her an astonished look. Of course he knew that. He had been sleeping for over 800 years. You don't live that long without learning a few things about yourself. If he ever bedded a woman he made sure to leave before the morning came, specifically because he knew that she would get the wrong idea if he actually slept. But then he had to wonder something.

"How do you know that?"

"You grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the couch with you. I was so freaked out I thought you were going to bite me. You started nuzzling my neck and wouldn't let me go."Her face showed genuine fear, and he instantly felt different. It wasn't anger, but something else. Sure, lately he had been seeing her a little differently. After all, she was growing up into a fine looking woman. He may be 800 years old, but his mentality was still somewhat that of a sixteen year old boy, and because of that the urge to make her his in more ways than one came into mind.

"Why are you here Alexandra?" She crossed her arms with a 'hmpf' and continued to glare at him. It reminded him so much of when she was a child that he remembered something. She still was a child. Fifteen years isn't a long life to live. Even for humnas, fifteen years is still so young, and he was having such thoughts about her.

"I came to ask if you wanted to hang out. My plans for the day got cancelled and since I know how you and I haven't talked much over the past couple of years, and especially the past six months, I thought it would be good for us." When she said 'couple of years', she was really starting to realize just how short that amount of time had felt. She's fifteen, and soon she'll be sixteen. She spent three of her eight years avoiding him for something he didn't even realize he was doing wrong. She wanted to try and go back to the way things used to be. At least a little bit.

"What did you have in mind?" She smirked.

"Let's play a game. Hide and seek to be exact." He didn't like where this was going. "If you find me within the given amount of time, you get your hat back." His hand flew to his head only to find that his hat wasn't where he'd left it. That sly little fox. "If you can't find me within the time given, I have permission to burn this hat. Do we have a deal?"

He glared at her for a long while. She knew this house upside down and inside out. She knew every knook and cranny like the back of her hand. But he was a vampire, so maybe he stood a shot at beating her.

"Fine. I agree. How long do I have to count?"

"Five minutes. I won't move from my hiding spot, and this room is off limits. You have one hour to find me. Agreed?" He nodded. "Alright then, Lord Zelman. Catch me if you can!" She took off and Zelman glared at the clock. It's not that he had any sort of serious attatchment to the hat, he just preffered wearing it. It was something he'd worn since he came to the special zone, and she had already spoke of how much she hated it, but he never thought she'd go so far as to burn it. But this game wasn't about the hat. This game was about beating Alexandra at what she did best.

One minute left. Soon, the real fun would start. Besides, even if he lost, he had no intentions of just letting her keep his hat. It was his, just like she was.

Finally, it was time.

Let the games begin.