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    Joan heard the vampire yelling at him but he couldn’t quite make out what he was saying. He looked over and saw who was coming after him. He was about to run but Amon was there to haul him back inside. Joan looked up to Amon and trembled a little. “We n-need to help Ivan, though,” he spoke up quietly, searching the other’s features. Was he mad at him? Disappointed in him? He couldn’t tell with Amon and that was one of the most terrifying things about him. Not being able to tell what he was feeling. It just felt like Amon was always a little disappointed in him.

    "Ivan?" I scoffed. "Old man's probably stronger than me," I said, pointing to Ivan who promptly smacked the baton across the poor vampire's head. He had the most triumphant look on his face. I turned back to Joan, and cupped his face in my hands. "Are you hurt? Did any of the glass cut you? I don't smell any blood. Physiological damage?" I asked him, spinning him around. It would be troubling if he was to complain, so it was better to fix it now.

    Joan felt a weak smile flicker onto his lips at the words and looked down. He wiped his tears away, trying to even his breathing. He felt his breathing hitched when he felt Amon cup his face. Joan shook his head when asked if he had any wounds. He bit his lip when asked about psychological damage. “I d-dunno, I feel l-like I’m gonna have another panic attack and I fe-feel guilty,” the young man admitted weakly, unsure if the other would even bother with it or want to make him feel better. He could try to take care of himself.

    I exhaled sharply, glad that nothing was broken or scraped. I ruffled his hair with a grin. "Chill, I've just got to break every single bone in this f*cker's body and then we can talk if necessary," I said, cheerily, even though I was far from that. I stepped out of the window and cracked my knuckles. I grabbed glass-head's body by his hand and dragged him to the fence. I tossed him over, his wrist cracking as I twisted it.

    Joan ducked his head a little as his hair was ruffled. He looked away and nodded a little in understanding. He watched him go and started upstairs to go to his room. He’d just calm down by himself. He sighed and dried any leftover tears. Joan found his room and stepped in, shuttling the door. He couldn’t handle tonight, he felt so stressed already. The young man laid down on the bed, noticing Amon’s jacket. He must’ve left it here. He picked it up and looked around. He was told not to go wandering around and he doubted he was allowed in Amon’s room.

    When I turned to head back to Joan, he had disappeared. Not what I had in mind, but whatever works. Ivan pulled his handkerchief out and brushed the blood off of my arms. He looked me up and down. "We'll get you new clothes, sir," He said quietly. I nodded quickly and jogged up to my room so that I could change clothes. Once I pulled off my undershirt I realized how bad the damage really was. A nasty purple bruise ran down my spine and angry red scars ran along my abdomen. They would heal quickly, so it didn't bother me too much.

    Joan carefully hung the jacket up before going back to the bed. He pulled off the shirt he was given off his body and got under the covers, curling up to himself. What could he do to calm himself down? He could... hum to himself? That seemed to be one of the few things he could do. The young man quietly hummed to himself, staying cuddled up to himself. He continued humming one of his favorite songs to himself, looking around his room absently.

    Humming filled my ears, faint, but there. It had to be Joan. I pulled on a t-shirt and decided to retrieve my jacket. I knocked lightly on the door, knowing he would probably be asleep. I opened the door anyway, not exactly caring, since I was just going to get my jacket. "Nice humming," I said quietly, glancing around the room. I spotted the jacket and took it.

    He was almost asleep when Amon came in. He flinched and sat up, looking over to him. He narrowed his eyes a little. Huh, he looked a little less intimidating when he wore casual clothes. “Thanks,” he whispered, studying his form for a few moments as he retrieved his jacket. Joan bit his lip, unsure of what he should say or if he should say anything.

    Humans like nice people. Humans also feel better when people are nice. So I'll try my best. I flashed him a genuine smile for once. "Don't be so tongue-tied, kid," I said. "You okay from earlier? No panic attack?" I asked. This was going to be exhausting. I sat down on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, folding the jacket neatly. "You're going to get clothes with me tomorrow," I said.

    Joan shook his head and watched him come over and sit down. “I’m feeling a little better. No panic attack,” he confirmed gently. Hey, Amon was acting a bit nicer now. Well, he liked that. He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest as he listened to the vampire. He nodded a little at the information. “Okay,” Joan murmured, studying Amon’s features. Should he say it? What’s the worse that could happen? “Um, I hope you don’t mind me saying this but you are very handsome,” he whispered.

    I burst out laughing so hard that I started coughing and I lost my breath. "Daaaaaaaaaaaanm," I said, still trying to catch my breath. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head? What's up with you?" I finally managed to contain myself, but couldn't help but crack a smile. "Thanks. You do realize I'm like fort-eight, right? And I drank your blood twice, without asking, and I'm a terrible person all around, right? You're crazy, kid."

    Yeah, he shouldn’t have said anything. He laid back down and hid under the covers. “Whatever, forget I said anything,” he informed quietly and curled up to himself. “Have a goodnight,” Joan added. Just tried to freaking compliment him and he gets called crazy. Great, lovely, wonderful, fucking dandy. Joan shut his eyes and tried to ignore what just happened, trying to forget his lovely fail. He shouldn’t have tried, he knew he’d fuck up somehow during it

    I chuckled, twisting around to pull the covers off of him. "Come on, don't-" I glanced down. "So you sleep half naked, remind me to get you some sleepwear," I teased, throwing the covers off the bed so that he couldn't hide again. "At least I'm attractive, even if I'm hated by all of the human population and pretty much every living being on the earth, so thanks."

    Joan glare a little and looked at him. “Not all the time, and I’m fine with sleeping half naked. It’s way more comfortable so don’t bother getting me sleep wear,” he explained. He whined a little when he pulled the covers away from him. Joan watched him, “You’re welcome.” He crossed his arms over his chest, it’s been awhile since he was in a position like this. He just felt a little self conscious under the other’s gaze.

    A sly smile graced my features. "You took your shirt off earlier with no resistance, and you're feeling conscious now?" I said. I was about to stand up to leave, but faltered, falling back on to the bed. A grunt escaped my mouth, pain shooting through my back. Earlier, I hadn't felt it since the nerves had been damaged, but now since they were being repaired, it started to hurt. Badly. I laid back, resting my head on Joan's legs. Honestly I didn't care at the moment. "Wait, wait, wait, let this devilishly handsome man rest for a second."

    “It’s different this way, okay,” he mumbled. He flinched when Amon fell back onto the bed, growing concerned. Oh god, what was going on? Was he okay? He sat up and allowed him to lay on his legs. “Take as much time as you need. Are you okay,” Joan asked, cautiously stroking the other’s soft hair out of his face. “You can lay up by me, you don’t have to lay on my legs if you’d don’t want to,” the brunette informed gently.

    "Aww if I had any working blood in my face I might be blushing right now," I grumbled, very sluggishly shifting myself upright. "Thanks, male legs really don't work for a pillow," I laughed, a bit strained as I positioned myself next to Joan. I didn't really mind the compliment earlier, mainly because I found everyone at that age attractive. I was a confused child. Very confused. I pressed my index fingers to my temples and groaned again.

    Joan rolled his eyes playfully and allowed Amon to lay by him. He rolled onto his side to look at the other. “Yeah, male legs aren’t the best,” he murmured. He watched Amon rub his temples and frowned a little. “What’s wrong? Do you need anything,” he asked, lowering his voice to a whisper just in case his head was bothering him. He hated being loud when he was this close to someone, or being loud in general.

    "You see, just one of the many sucky things about being a vampire. You can't take painkillers. Because you don't have a bloodstream for it to go through if you haven't fed," I told him. Although maybe the main sucky thing would probably be that you outlive every one of your family members, you have to go into hiding otherwise the general public will discover you, oh, and also, you have to use humans as food. Did I mention no human food? Did I mention deadened feelings? "And no, I don't need anything," I winked at him. "Unless you want to keep calling me handsome, my massive ego might outweigh the pain."