Midnight Snack (Logan)

[Annabella Demarkus]

I looked back at my comfortable bed. My bronze shield still hung on the wall, dented and unusable. And on my nightstand was Annabeth’s magic Yankees cap. On an impulse, I stuck the cap in my pocket. I guess I had a feeling, even then, that I wasn’t coming back to my cabin for a long, long time.

Anna yawned as she finished the 7th chapter of ‘The Titan’s Curse’ by Rick Riordan. It was the 4th book in the Percy Jackson series and she was excited to get through it and get to the last one, which she had heard was awesome. As she thought back to who had told her this fact sadness fell upon her. She missed her best friend, Jenna Turner. She never had anyone to talk to like she would talk to with Jenna. She had though about asking Tristan if she could at least see the other 13 year old girl but she knew the answer would be no. Jenna would just run and tell Randel and then he would come in guns a blazing and things would go from bad to worse. Anna knew full well that if and when that fight happened either Tristan or Randel wasn’t walking away from it and she wasn’t sure she could live with either outcome.

She glanced over at the grandfather clock only to discover it was 3AM. Just about time for her to crawl into bed. She had gotten up unusually early yesterday afternoon and was feeling rather tired already. Maybe the best thing to do was for her to get ready to turn in and then finish reading at least another chapter form the warmth of her bed before she fell asleep. Anna rose and walked out of the room stretching and ready to start her evening rituals.

She chucked her book onto the bed before retreating into her small bathroom. It was no were near the size of any of the other one of this floor but Anna didn’t mind. It was able to hold all the thing she needed and that was all that matter to her. She had learned to defiantly be able to live with what she had since she had been living with the coven. Before she would have been ready to start begging her mother for tablet or something now that she was 13 but now she couldn’t care less. She had realized what was really important the moment she came into the walls of this ‘prison’. Her family and the people that cared about her and around here those were few and in-between. She pulled out her toothbrush and squeezed a small amount of toothpaste onto it. This was always her first step on her way to climbing into bed. She brushed her teeth then threw up her hair and washed her face. She didn’t really have to do the last one but ever since she had found her first pimple a few months back she had been doing it religiously. Yeah there was no one to impress but she would rather keep her perfect complexion if she could help it. Somehow as she got older things like that mattered more; she just assumed it was part of growing up.

Anna flicked off the bathroom light on her way out of the room and walked over to her dresser. Pulling out a pair of lounge pants and a tank top was rather easy and she was dressed and ready in no time. Somehow getting ready for bed was far easier then getting ready for the day. That always took her 4 times it seemed; especially if she had plans to leave the mansion. All that was left to do now was to turn off the overhead light, switch on the side table lamp, and climb into bed. She did however make sure to grab her book as she climbed across the large white bed and snuggled up under the covers.

Apparently reading in bed was not as successful as she had hoped it would be. She was barley through the 9th chapter when her eyes became so heavy she was struggling to keep them open. The inevitable had struck and it was not time to turn off the light and go to sleep no matter how much she wanted to finish just one more chapter. Sometimes sleep wins no matter how good the book is. Anna stuck the small piece of paper she used as a bookmark into the waiting pages and places the book neatly on her side table before switching off the light and letting sleep take her.

[Logan Holt]

Their was something odd of late, it was a thought that came through Logan's mind more and more frequently. Something about the chaos of the Coven was undermined by whispers of something more ominous. Logan lay staring at the ceiling in his room, oh he knew he should be up and doing something like a normal vampire and yet still he lay and stare at the darkness of the ceiling his mind wandering in circles as he pondered the thoughts that found themselves swirling around. The past come to greet him as he lay and gazed at a picture that sat beside the bed. The long flowing blonde hair cascading down her back nearly to her ass. Her eyes, that could see through all that he was. He could still remember the way it felt when he first tasted her blood when he first kissed her. He could remember her standing above his battered body, blood seeping from any number of wounds caused by another vampire.

He could remember Leandra hovering with a small steel dagger against her wrist, she offered him her blood to let him live and heal... she nearly forced it upon him. Yet why was it that moment, that memory trickled through the shuttered vaults of his mind. It was slow to happen time passing in the moment between thought and action as he rose. She had been dead so long, his life was nothing as it was supposed to be, she was supposed to be curled next to him. To be touching and caressing him. In the end he stepped from his quarters and glared about the empty hall. He saw his fathers door, and was sure his father was busy and yet a scent trickled into his nose, alerting him to the humans presence... Causing the faint memory to quiver at the very scent of her.

He moved forward his feet silent as he walked, the few steps nothing as he sat beside the door listening to the sounds of breathing and a beating heart. He found himself moving forward his hand upon the door as he twisted the knob, it shifted, somehow she had chosen not to lock her own door. It would allow him access and then to decide what it was that bothered him about her. In the end he found himself standing at the foot of her bed watching her sleep his body blocking the light from the moon and causing him to cast a shadow across her bed. Staring her grew thirsty his mind wondering whether his father would know if he drank of her. If he could hide his own bite from him. It was an appetizing thought, what better way to undermine his father, if he could not keep his own slaves from being used by others how could he hope to control the coven.

Yet a part of him wanted her to feel fear at his touch, make her cower and try to run from him as he took her blood as an offering to him. An offering to the next master. He grinned in the night his teeth and fangs gleaming white in the darkness as he stepped closer to the object that so incited his mind and hunger...

[Annabella Demarkus]

Anna lay with her legs bent knees pulled to her chest and pillow clutched in her arms while still lying under her head. If a shrink had looked at her in such a state there would have been much analysis into it all being a sign of a need for love and her insecurities plaguing her in her sleep. Both of which she could neither confirm nor deny. The girl really didn’t even realize that she slept in such an odd way. To her it was just how she slept and that was that. It was actually this position that she found herself in now as she slept soundly in the darkness of her bedroom, the only sound being that of the air as it went in and out of her nose. She couldn’t really be called a snorer but she wasn’t a sound sleeper either. Anna has always been the kind of person that just breaths a little louder when they are sleeping. No real reason why but it couldn’t be called snoring.

Anna made a quick intake of air at the almost silent sounds of her door opening and groaned as she let go of the pillow long enough to flip to the other side pull the blanket further up so it now covered her shoulders completely before grabbing the pillow once more as the blanket once again fell to where it had be resting only moments ago and she drifted back into a state of deep sleep. It was very funny the things that a person’s mind and body will do when brought to a state of more than half asleep. Because really Anna had moved and made noise but she most certainly wasn’t awake, because if she had been she would have noticed the new found intruder in her room hovering over her like a hawk staring down its pray far below. No instead Anna just went on dreaming happily of the things she always wanted and could never have. And in that moment of happy dreaming a smile fell across her sleeping features. She was happy in her head unaware of the darkness that lurked in the shadows of her once safe bedroom

((OCC sorry for the shortness. It is rather hard to make things long when your character is out cold.))

[Logan Holt]

Darkness, it was something different to him that what a human would think, for to him Darkness was not something that weakened him, he could see as if their was a full moon before him even on the night of the new. Just a tiny fragment of light needed to grant him the ability to see with perfection in the dark. The Vampire those not weakened with time and age, those that had not allowed themselves to become doted upon by servants were hunters, those that clung to the depths of shadow to steal the night and the lives of those they feasted upon... Any vampire worth the term could be in those shadows invisible to mortal eyes. Logan was not one who enjoyed striking from the depths of shadow the thrill of the hunt, the chase could burn into him and make him want them to run as if they were deer fleeing a wolf.

His deep age filled eyes watched her sleep, noted the way she huddled within the bed it was as if she wished to protect herself from the dark that wrapped around her. He couldn't explain why it was that he was drawn to her why it was that he moved closer to the bed as she tossed about within her sleep. Her hands moving unconsciously to move chaotic strands of hair as they twisted and twirled around in her sleep. What was it about her that drew him so. The blood that ran in her beating beneath her flesh. He could see the heat of her the veins in her flesh to know the best places to bite her. Yet the place he wished to bite her was one that wont would see. A place that she would not want others to know of.

Yet their was a simple purity to her as he looked down upon her flesh something that tore at a long forgotten memory. A person and a feeling welling from within as he leaned casually down beside her. Without understanding he ran his fingers along her cheek touching the flesh of her the warmth caressing the coldness of his skin. The heat of humanity of mortality pulsing through her veins rushing past beneath his fingers as he swept her hair from her face. Yet he did not move towards her and wondered only why he suddenly didn't want his fangs to bury into her flesh as if some part of that lost memory had whispered out for the cracks of his frozen facade. Who was this woman that tugged at that part of him that was long since dead and why only now in her presence staring at her sleeping form hearing the gentle snores murmuring from her lips did he wonder what dreams came through her mind. Slowly he leaned forward still lost in distant memory not seeing the child for what she was instead seeing her as someone else. A love long lost trying to show him that he was not yet gone that his compassion still lingered as he brushed his lips along her bare forehead... wondering why he did so and why it felt so right...

[Annabella Demarkus]

Anna subconsciously shied away from the cold touch of Logan’s hand, even in her sleep it was startling and unexpected. She did not wake however. She was pulled slightly from the arms of slumber enough to only be on the verge of awake but still sleep. She dreamt of times long past. Of smiling faces and long lost loved ones. A smile crossed her sleeping face as her mind’s eye and subconscious mind listened to the loud happy laughs of her brother as he watched her once again do something he deemed as silly. She dreamed of calling him mean and sticking out her tongue; a routine they had long since perfected over the years. She would do something he deemed silly, he would laugh, and then she would call him mean or some such thing and get all huffy and then they would laugh. It was silly but it was their thing and she wouldn’t’ trade it for anything.

She was torn from her happy dream as she felt a cold body over her and she gasped awake pulling away from it. At first her eyes struggled to see in the darkness as she blinked away the sleep that still lingered within them. She squinted her nose and face scrunching as she moaned in protest, “Tristan?” She asked at first seeing only dark shadow kneeling beside her bed. He was the only one she knew that had a key and she usually locked her room before she went to sleep. Though as her eyes adjusted to the darkness that surrounded her she knew it was not him. This was someone she did not immediately recognize. She panicked, pulling away from him as quickly as possible. She flung the covers from her and backed away from the dark form. She fought desperately to recognize the face hoping that she would see Tristan as she had thought or Julian or anyone she knew would not hurt her. Her room was supposed to be the one place she was safe and at the moment she was not. Who was in this room with her and would they kill her before Tristan even knew?

As her eyes finally found the little bit of light she realized who was in the room with her. Logan. The one person she wished it was least of all. He was cruel and mean and thought nothing of humans. To him she was nothing but a thing to be played with and thrown away. She fought desperately to scream but in her panic couldn’t’ remember how. If she could get a sound out, any sound, she knew that Tristan would come running and she would once again be safe. And yet there was nothing.