šŗDominic's POV
Three days!
Three damn days of playing nursemaid to an unconscious, drooling, oversized mosquito with curly golden hair and a drama-queen twitch.
I've had to change his clothes. I've had to help him pee. I've had to bathe him. And I swear to every full moon and silver bullet in the world-I deserve a medal for not just throwing him in the dumpster or just munching him down while watching some good old serial killer movie.
He! That punk! Puked all over me and my precious couch as I tried to feed him some soup! And how even can someone puke so much! Apparently I did a little research and found that this dolt is allergic to garlic! Apparently the vampire lore is true!! And I did add good some of garlic in the soup! DISASTER!!! I still smell like rotten pig after showering for the 100th time!!
He's got a fever on and off, mumbles weird words in his sleep-"Papa," "fluffy," and once, I swear to god, "Banana puppy." Like, what the hell does that even mean?
But today...
Today, the chaos wakes up.
With a scream.
"AaaaaAHHHHH-OUCH-WHERE AM I?! WHY DOES MY WING HURT?! WHY AM I NAKED?!!"
Great.
I drop my mug of reheated soup noodles (definitely not added with garlic) and rush in. He's sitting up like a deranged squirrel on my couch, blanket tangled around him, curls sticking up in every direction, eyes wild.
And yeah. Still naked under the blanket.
He locks eyes with me, gasps dramatically, and then points. "YOU! YOU! WHAT YOU DID TO ME!! WHY I AM NAKED!!! WHY I AM HERE!!"
I blinked, like dude you serious! I have been playing Mommy with you like cleanings after you for nights! Me! The Dominic who never cared to clean a mug got full on nurse mode and you accusing me of violating you! Like hookups were my hobby but I am not a pervert! And I am not even into men, like that thought made my blood curdle! Yeah that was me before I met this mess! Like why are you still not eaten by me!
He covers his face with his palms and groans. "Oh dear Dracula...I remember you picked me up from the forest half dead!"
I growl. "wow big achievement! You remembered!"
And then that half witted blond of chaos! JUMPS ON ME LIKE A PREDATOR! STILL NAKED! and starts babbling like "thank you for saving me! You are my angel! Bla...bla...bla! I couldn't even understand what he spat out in one go! Like how!!
And then the most annoying thing I've ever heard an creature say!! He sniffs my chest like a squirrel still in my hands naked! "WHY DO I SMELL DOGGY!" Yes I wish to drop him but then he will yell for another day that I tried to murder him! Like seriously? I understand he don't know I am a freaking werewolf but still a doggy? I have standards!!
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Lean's POV
Okay. Listen. I may have screamed a little.
Waking up in a stranger's house, completely naked, with a broken wing, zero memory of how you got there-and the first face you see is that of a gorgeous, shirtless grumpy Man? Who totally look like a horndog! Yeah. You'd scream too.
I mean, those abs? That growl? The way he looks at me like he is going to gulp me down! Yup totally my type!
Dead. I'm emotionally dead.
But also, very much alive! Yay!
And about that jump! Yes I have ADHD I was just fidgeting! I am definitely not a freak.
And what can I do if a wolf and dog smell the hell same to me!
I shuffle to the bathroom with my blanket-cape and discover this tiny apartment is a combination of mold, muscle, and tragic man-living. There's ONE fork. ONE towel. No mirror. No plants. No joy. No soul.
"He lives like a cursed raccoon," I mutter under my breath.
Then I find the kitchen.
I shriek.
"PUPPY! WHY DO YOU HAVE SIX JARS OF MAYONNAISE AND TEN JARS OF PROTEIN NOTHING ELSE?!"
Yes I called him Puppy! WHAT else to expect? I don't know his name! He smells like dog! I can't call him Dog! That's rude duh!
He appears in the hallway, running his hand through his mess of dark hair. "Because I like mayo and why else you this i have this perfect abs without good gym and protein. What do you eat, glitter?"
"Blood, obviously. Duh." I puff out my cheeks, then deflate. "But not human! Cattle. Or bagged. I'm a good noodle"
He snorts. "You are the furthest thing from a good noodle I've ever seen. You tripped over my couch five seconds ago. And almost broke my 200 dollar jar set!"
"I swear those stuff itself came in my way! But anyways what is your name puppy!" I defend myself, arms flailing.
Then I knock over his coat rack by mistake.
Oops.
Yeah he almost eat me alive, I ran to the bathroom and didn't appeared for like half an hour. As I can hear him howling and cursing me with words starting with every alphabets.
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Dominic's POV
This is a nightmare.
He hasn't stopped talking since he woke up. I've counted-forty-seven minutes straight. Topics include: his grades, his vampire certification, the unjust social pressure on Twilight fans, and an elaborate theory about squirrels being reincarnated ancestors.
He's touched everything.
My shampoo? Smelled it and said "smells like angry pinecones."
My toothbrush? "So soft! Wait, ew, is this yours?!"
My box of cereal? "Oooo, is this expired? Let me try one-wait it's STALE WHY DO YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?"
He even got into my closet and yapped "Puppy its a mess wait let me fold this!" And then he went to fold my underwear while "being helpful" and somehow managed to tie them into a bow, like how's that even possible?
My wolf wants to eat him. But another part of me-the stupid, soft, sappy part that refuses to die-kind of... doesn't. But he do look tasty should I dip him in mayo or pizza sauce?
But I must admit that mosquito do have something in him, cause when he smiles, even if it's stupid and crooked and full of sparkly vampire energy, something inside my chest twitches.
And I don't know what the fuck that means.
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Lean's POV
This place is terrible. But the view?
Oh honey, the view.
Every time Dominic walks past shirtless, I forget how to spell my own name. He pretends to be grumpy but he helped me comb my curls when they got matted and made me drink hot tea even though I complained about the lack of blood and suger in it. Like gurl what you added in the tea a pouch of insulin?
He even fluffed the pillow under my wing or arm you can say of my human form.
Who fluffs a pillow for a vampire bat boy with broken limbs?
I mean, he's gruff. Rude. Growly. Definitely needs therapy and can and i am sure will someday eat me alive with some protein. But he's also taking care of me. Feeding me. Listening to my nonsense.
He just doesn't know how to show feelings, right?
Oh god. Am I falling?
Am I... catching feelings?
Again?
Oh, Lean, you absolute disaster in fangs.
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Dominic's POV
He's finally asleep. Curled up on the couch, wearing one of my oversized shirts as he refused to wear some pants like mine are itchy and he wears some shitty black Corduroy trouser which is hastag vampire coded and covered in two blankets and a hoodie he stole from my closet "because it smells like comfort and puppy." His words, not mine.
I should feel annoyed.
But the apartment is... quieter now. Warmer, weirdly. Like the scent of something familiar settling into your space.
My wolf should be growling.
Instead, he's wagging his imaginary tail like an idiot.
Stupid, fluffy, clingy vampire.
God help me-I think I'm starting to like having him around.
And I'm not ready for what that means.
Not yet.
But fuck he looks cute when he sleeps like dead! Like his cheeks are like some fresh Marshmallow! Soft and spongy, how I know? Well I nursed him for 3 days and poked his cheeks awkwardly when he was drooling over My blankets!
I wonder do he even slept on a couch or anything? Like what I have seen is they sleep in some century old gothic coffins! Anyways who cares he is drooling on my damn hoddie again!!