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"I love you, alright?!"
"Long nights of hunting down demons and other beings who thrive in the dark. The norm for Logan and his companions. He was thankful for Draven, intolerable as the man could be outside of work. His mind wandered to Ana, whom he chose to not think about at all when working solo, as it would only distract him. He was eternally grateful for her presence in his life, proof that not all creatures of the night are bad. Granted, he knew so already prior to meeting her, but any hint of doubt he'd carried had all but vanished since she came into their lives. He even somewhat enjoyed the usually harmless bickering between her and Draven, a self proclaimed vampire hater who somehow seemed to not hate this particular vampire quite as much. Despite her frequent threats to bite and drink him.
He sighed deeply as he fiddled with his key to their residence. Exhausted and severely aggravated, he was in no mood to listen to Draven, who was clearly home and drunk, shouting at the TV.
Rubbing his temple, he opened the door, shut it again as quietly as he could, unloaded his gear in its assignated place, then turned to wash his face and hands in the sink right by the door. "You look terrible, Logan...", he said to his own reflection. After he had splashed his face with cold water for a few moments, he dried himself with a surprisingly clean towel. "Huh... There's no way Draven changed the towel. Maybe Ana...?"
The vampire had been away for several days now. She came and went as she pleased, it all seemed to depend on the supply of food. Her diet consisted exclusively of blood, and while they tried to keep fresh blood bags in the basement freezer, it was not always easy to find a supplier who asked no questions. When there was no supply, she'd vanish for some time, only to return once her hunger had been satiated.
Knowing full well that she'd not be anywhere near Draven when the cat was drunk, he proceeded to check the kitchen, bathroom and finally her room. Knocking softly, he waited for a response.
Nothing.
"Guess she's not back yet...", he thought to himself as he turned, only to find himself standing face to face with her.
"Out of my way, hunter!", she hissed at him. "I only came back to get something I forgot..."
As she proceeded to push past him, something within him snapped. Before he knew it, he had shifted positions and posed her with her back to the wall. For a long moment, they stood glaring at each other. "What was that for, Logan?!" She rarely said his name. His mind was racing and his heart intensely pumping blood. Drawing a deep breath, he slammed his fist on the wall right beside and slighlty above her head, slightly leaning over her. "Ana... I'm tired. I think you know damn well how I feel abo--"
"Stop! What are you talking about?!" the vampire blurted out as her hand shakily wandered to find her sword.
Logan chuckled, then resumed his stance and locked eyes with her. "I love you, alright?! I realize this is no romantic candlelit dinner, complete with goblets of blood and wine, but a dirty hallway in a house falling apart... But it is what it is and so are my feelings. For you! Absurd as it is, hopeless as it is..." His voice broke just a little and he placed his other palm on the wall, looking down at the floor. For a while they stood like this, in complete silence aside from their breathing.
Eventually Logan raised his eyes to face her, expecting the worst. What he saw simply confused him further. A deep sadness had made its way to Ana's eyes, an assembly of troubled emotions seemed ready to well out of her eyes. Pushing herself from the wall, she beat him on the chest with one fist, covering her face with her other arm. He held his stance, despite her strength, puzzled by her reaction. Still covering her face, she beat his chest again with her fist. "This! This is in the way! This..." She finally pushed past him and rushed out, making a lot of noise as she bumped into things. As the door slammed shut behind her, Draven's drunken drawl could be heard: "Whaths th' ruckush... Did you kissh her or somethin'...?" followed by a mockful snicker.
A long while passed before Logan finally moved, staggering to his own room where he collapsed on his bed, passing out before his head hit the pillow. His dreams were not to be of the peaceful kind."
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