The familiar red door enters my sight, exhaustion taking over my body. I lean Alex against the outside wall beside the door and begin to fiddle in my pockets for my house keys. Alex groans, his whole demeanour reminding me of when he's drunk. He slurred and stumbled the whole way back to my motorbike, so much so that I was scared to put him on the back of it. I did anyway, holding his arms around my waist in one hand while steering with the other. 

     "Just hang on," I mumble, pulling the right key out of the bunch and inserting it into the door, turning until I hear that satisfying click. The door opens right up revealing a dark house inside. I mentally pray that Alis isn't awake and in a bitchy mood, I'd prefer to deal with her tomorrow

    I try my best to keep Alex quiet, ushering him up the dark stairs and towards my bedroom. I open the door and flick on the lamp, pushing Alex inside quickly enough to shut my bedroom door behind us. He stumbles over to the bed, flopping over until he's face-down on my bed. I sigh, dropping my keys to my vanity and lifting my foot up to untie my boot. 

    I can't tell what's wrong with him. He can't still be drunk and there's no way he was out at a rager in the woods. As cool as Alex pretends to be, he's shit scared of the woods. 

    Kicking my other shoe off, I move towards my bed. Alex snores softly, signalling he's already asleep. I cringe at the dirt now on my bed and tell myself to remember to change all my sheets and covering tomorrow. I then pull the throw blanket up until it's covering his entire body. 

    Once that's done, I move to my closet to change out of my clothes and into my nighttime attire of shorts and a shirt. The whole time I'm changing, I can't help but think about the events of the night. 

    Something's up with Thomas. He seems so torn by everything to the point he contradicts his own behaviour. One minute, he's an asshole, then he seems drained for life, then he's back to being an asshole, then he seems almost concerned for Alex's wellbeing. How can someone like him care about a human much less one they don't even know?

    "Michaela," Alex groans, slapping the bed with his palm.  His voice snaps me out of my thoughts, the many unanswered questions only confusing me more anyway. I hum my reply, waiting for him to speak again. "Come lay with me,"

    "Alex-"

    "Michaela. Please," He whines, tapping the bed once again. Feeling too tired to object, I walk over to my queen-sized bed. Alex must hear my footsteps as he scoots over, allowing me room to climb in next to him. I decide to lay on top of the blanket given the specs of dirt probably in the bed. "Goodnight, Mic,"

    "Night, Alex," I sigh. 

          Wind gushes in from somewhere in the room. I open my eyes slowly, the first thing I notice is my slightly cracked open window. The sight makes me jolt fully awake, the crack of the window sending me back in time to a night I can't escape. 

    I look down, noticing Alex's arm slung over my waist. Instantly, I pull his arm off of my body and move to sit up in my bed. My chest heaves, my body fighting against the memories threatening to surface in my brain. Not now, I don't want to think about this now. 

    Clenching my eyes shut, I tilt my head upwards and swallow hard. 

    Wait a second, why is my window open?

    Instantly, I snap my eyes open and dart them towards the corner of my room where a chair sits in the dark. On the chair, a male sits leisurely, a smirk on his face as he twirls a metal object in his hands, the moonlight reflecting off of it. 

    "Thomas?" I blurt out, jumping up to stand. Sitting felt too comfortable for the situation. How the hell did he get into my room? 

    "Hello, sleeping beauty," He grins, my dagger between his fingers as he spins the tip on the top of his pointer finger.  

    Sleeping beauty? This is my bedroom. 

    "You need to leave," I warn, looking at my closed bedroom door in paranoia. If Alis were to walk in right now, all hell would break loose. I can't explain why he's in my bedroom right now or why I haven't killed him yet. Hell, I can't even explain it to myself. Just something inside of me telling me I need him alive for now, a feeling so strong I can't ignore it.

    He stands up from my chair, taking a few steps closer to me with my weapon dangling at his side. "I didn't know your boyfriend was in that state. Last time I saw him, he was fine,"

    "Not my boyfriend but, thanks for the information," I reply, annoyed. I reach for my blade only for him to pull his arm back, moving the weapon out of my reach. 

    "Do you just cuddle with all your friends then? If that's the case, allow me to introduce myself," He taunts, a cocky smirk on his face as he looks down at me. 

    "Do you have nothing better to do with your miserable existence? You have to go out of your way to annoy me?" I cross my arms over my chest, furrowing my eyebrows in annoyance.

    "I'm actually curious why you haven't killed me yet," He admits, shifting his eyes all around my bedroom as if he is taking in every single detail. Every photo, decoration and spec of wall imprinted into his memory. 

    "Not for lack of trying," I mutter.

    "You see it, don't you?" His eyes snap back to mine. The air in the room feels thicker and more intense, his words settling in on me. "Something off, something not right. You haven't killed me because something inside of you is telling you not to. You're a good hunter, Reid. You don't hit and miss,"

    I swallow, turning away from him. My eyes land on my mirror, my reflection as well as the male in front of me staring back at me. He's right, we both know it. 

    "Just tell me what it is," I whisper, looking back up at him. 

    He seems like he doesn't want me to notice the painful expression on his face as he quickly switches it back to his usually cocky act. He's playing a part, putting on a role he doesn't want to. But why?

    "What would be the fun in that?" He whispered back, looking down. I feel something cold on my leg causing me to look down. He drags the tip of my dagger from my thigh to the end of my shorts, snagging the dagger there for a second before moving to my limp hand. "You know what to do,"

    I look back up at him, his sights still set on my hand, the tip of my dagger resting on my palm. He slowly drags his eyes away, looking back up into my hazel irises. His lips part as he speaks once more, "You always have,"

    My eyes open, air pushing itself into my lungs. I feel the warmth of a body behind me, the soft blanket underneath me tickling my skin. I look around, expecting to see the male figure in my room somewhere. But, every corner is empty, clear of any brooding Vampires. 

    Huffing, I look down to see Alex's arm around me just like the start of my dream. Just to be sure, I look over to my window which is sealed shut like always. I let myself relax, sinking deeper into my bed as I adjust for comfort.

    Just as I'm about to doze back off to sleep, something glints in the corner of my room, catching my eye. At first, I dismiss it as my keys on my vanity but then, I spy flashes of gold coming off the silver flash. 

    My dagger.