I'd lost track of how long I'd been travelling with Cyrus and Hunter. I knew it had been a few days, and I assumed that we were around halfway to our destination. When I woke up, it still wasn't light out, but I didn't want to go back to sleep, so I slipped out of bed and tiptoed downstairs. Cyrus had fallen asleep on the sofa, and I stood in the doorway, wondering whether or not to wake him. I decided not to, and instead went into the kitchen.

Sitting on one of the counters quickly grew boring, but there wasn't much else I could do, other than search around the house and see if I found anything interesting. Even though there was nothing stopping me, I still felt bad about possibly doing it. I needed to remember that laws and morals didn't really apply anymore, but I suppose I just wanted to cling to some semblance of normality.

"Good morning," Hunter said quietly, startling me. He stood awkwardly in the doorway, nibbling his lower lip nervously. I wondered if it hurt him, because of his fangs, but if it did, he didn't show it.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked. I was struggling to think of things to say.

"Not really, but that doesn't matter," he replied, and looked down at the floor. I hopped off the counter and walked over to him. He didn't seem to notice, and flinched when I gently touched his upper arm. I jerked my hand back quickly, and smiled at him instead.

"Why didn't you sleep well?" I looked concernedly at him. I wanted to look at his expression properly, as he hesitated, but since we were roughly the same height, I couldn't do it without bending down and making it obvious.

"Just bad dreams and stuff. It doesn't matter; I don't really need sleep anyway," he muttered and folded his arms across his chest. I glanced over his shoulder, and into the room behind him; Cyrus was still sleeping. I cupped Hunter's face with my hands and made him look at me. His cheeks flushed bright red, and for the first time, he looked me in the eyes.

"Tell me about it," I said softly. He opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. A look of pain suddenly flashed over his face, and he pulled himself away from and ran up the stairs, tripping as he did, and running on all fours as fast as he could. Normally, I may have laughed fondly at his clumsiness, but I just felt sad this time. I didn't understand why he acted that way with me. I decided I'd wake Cyrus up, because at least I didn't make him feel uncomfortable.

"I'm awake, you don't need to hit me anymore," Cyrus said once I'd woken him by nudging him repeatedly. He rubbed his eye with one hand, and covered his mouth as he coughed with the other. "Is it even daytime yet?"

"I don't know, I haven't checked." I sat down in the chair opposite him, and he looked vaguely disappointed that I hadn't sat next to him, but I'd done that for a reason. "Cyrus, why is Hunter so..." I struggled to find the right word to describe him.

"Irritating? Annoyingly shy? Dreamy?" Cyrus suggested. I wasn't sure if his last suggestion was a joke, and I didn't know if I hoped it was or wasn't.

"Well shy, but only around me. If I even touch him, he practically runs away from me." I sighed and shook my head.

"Because you're pretty, and he's a social disaster when it comes to pretty girls. You think he'd be good at it, considering how many came up to him, since he's such a good looking guy." Cyrus smiled to himself.

"You think I'm pretty?" I asked, trying to ignore what he'd said about Hunter.

"You're gorgeous. If only we'd known each other before, y'know, when I didn't look like this."

"Yes, we could have been such good friends. Of course, we can still be friends now, but we could have done normal things. Like watching TV together. I miss TV." I folded my arms, looking at the television that no longer worked.

"Who said anything about just being friends?" He looked directly at me, smiling sinisterly. I forced myself to smile back at him, and his expression softened back to normal.

"So, uh, should we get going? Hunter's awake, but he's upstairs," I said, trying to change the subject.

"Sure thing. You go get him." Cyrus motioned for me to go, and I did. I was worried as to what Hunter would be like, considering how desperately he'd ran away from me. Thinking back to what I did, I was a bit too forward with him, but I was just trying to be friendly and kind to him. Hunter had locked himself in the bathroom, and I knocked on the door.

"Hunter? We're setting off soon," I told him. There was a pause before he answered.

"I'll be down in a few minutes," he said. His voice sounded strange, strangled almost.

"Okay, and Hunter, I'm sorry." I waited in case he wanted to reply, but he said nothing, so I went back downstairs. As I did, I heard the sound of glass smashing, and Cyrus swearing loudly. I ran into the living room, and saw that the television screen had been cracked, and Cyrus had splinters of glass in his hand, which he was picking out. He saw me looking, and laughed.

"What're you looking so scared for?" he asked, as if nothing had happened.

"What happened?" I exclaimed. Hunter came running into the room as well, and stared in shock at Cyrus. He looked at both of us like it was us who'd done something stupid and crazy.

"Just an incident, now aren't we meant to be going?" Cyrus pulled the last piece of glass out of his hand, and casually walked over to the door. Both Hunter and I followed him, incredibly confused. Something I failed to realise at the time was that Cyrus didn't bleed at all. I should've noticed it, but I was too busy focussing on the how moment it seemed like Cyrus was in danger, Hunter came running. Perhaps I was reading too far into it, but it was at least something to think about, and to distract me from what was really going on.

Why is it whenever I say that updates might slow down, because of exams, I seem to write a lot more? Oh well, that's not neccessarily a bad thing.

I'd like to thank my friend for helping me, by reading over my chapters for any spelling/grammar errors, you are awesome, and so is everyone who reads this.