Welcome back my dear Fangirl. Onward! To the feels!
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You were broken from your coma-like sleep by the muffled twitterings of a small lavender bird perched on your windowsill. It greeted you with a series on pecks on the pristine glass.

You gave the bird a sluggish wave and flopped back onto a soft mattress.

Wait. I don't have a bed or a window, as humans call them...

You propped your self up with sturdy arms and checked the window. The bird had vanished.

You acknowledged the recognizable purple cape nestling your body like a makeshift blanket. It must have been Lukas'.

Hmm. Why would a human do this for me? Poor guy, must be freezing...

Clutching the soft material, you groggily swept the mist of morning from your eyes with your palm. The fog dissipated, leaving behind an unfamiliar room for you to survey.

You popped off the bed with renewed vigor. You landed on the ground with a hard bone-jarring thwack. You face was introduced to the carpet in seconds. Pain ambushed every inch of your ankle. You laid stiffly on the ground for a few more disheartening moments, before noticing a tall and cylindrical stick lounging against the elegant bed frame, almost mockingly. You struggled to grasp the rune-emblazoned wood, but after a few tries you were able to hoist yourself up. With the pain banished from your limb, you were able to examine the crowded space.

You scanned the cluttered lavender walls and admired the glossy furs that formed the quilted carpet. As you stumbled drunkenly towards the door, you noticed a frail piece of paper had trapped itself under your foot.

You released the paper from under your foot and flipped it, revealing its identity. The brittle shred of paper rested in your palm. It was an old photo, stained yellow from age and neglected by memory. The picture contained four men and a disinterested looking Lukas, hiding from the view of the camera. The men gathered around in a simple formation and did their best to look presentable. 

Must be his brothers. They don't seem evil at all.

You delicately placed the worn photo graph on a near by dresser. The dark oak wood promised a safe bed for the sacred memory.

You crept farther towards the door. You reached out to the handle and rotated its polished wood. With a slight whine, the hinges coaxed the door open, revealing the living room you had initially fallen asleep in.

There on the blue sofa was a tranquil figure, slumbering peacefully. You blushed a bit at his well-sculpted bare chest. As you tiptoed closer to the sleeping Lukas, you could hear the soft mumblings of subconscious dreams grace his lips.

"Please... Stay with...me."

What is he talking about?

"Please... Stay longer... I don't... Want you to leave................ (Y/n)."

Your eyes became saucers at the sudden realization. Could the ramblings of the subconscious really entail the facts of reality?

You rose a shaking hand towards the unaware Lukas. Your finger tips nearly grazed his soft pale skin when a large hand shot from out behind you and restrained your wrist. The hand wasn't incredibly forceful, but it maintained a stiff grip. You utilized your peripheral vision to its greatest extent to catch a glimpse of a shadowy face behind you. All your senses were on high alert. Your unwelcome visitor shifted a bit to the side. With stunning swiftness you planted a powerful blow to your captors stomach with your free hand. The man behind you wheezed from the unmediated strike and clutched his stomach, liberating your hand.

Lukas started with a jolt. He assessed the disorienting scene.

Your ex-captor rolled on his side, still cradling his pain riddled stomach.

"What the helvede was that for!?!" Your ex-captor strained.

You gawked at the unnervingly familiar man fidgeting on Lukas' floor. It was one of the men from the picture you had found earlier.

He sported a head of spiky blonde hair, a red hoodie and black jeans. His face, while contorted in pain, was identical to that of one of the brothers in the picture. You were sure of it.

You hobbled over to his wriggling form as best as you could with your ankle. Your defiant ankle eventually complied with your wishes and reluctantly carried you to him. You kneeled down shakily and apologized immensely.

"What are you doing here, Dane?" Lukas' voice drifted from behind you.

The man ,addressed as Dane, choked out a few sentences.

"Emil wanted me to check on you. He said you might go crazy all alone up here."

"I suppose we don't need two crazy idiots in the family... Besides, I'm not alone." Lukas huffed.

Lukas directed his lavender eyes towards you, but quickly darted them back towards the man.

"I see you have already met (Y/n)." Lukas mumbled as he slumped off his sofa and lumbered to the kitchen to prepare his morning coffee. You could swear you saw a minuscule smile pass his lips as he walked by.

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Sorry for the short chapter, but school makes it so difficult to update. I didn't want you guys to wait for ever for a new chapter and get disinterested, so I made this one a bit shorter. Again, sorry.