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'I, er-' Joseph mumbled. 'Yes, yes, of course. Why not.' He whispered, smiling.

'Alright, Snow, time fr breakfast. Come here.' Felix called as he sat by the table.

"Otay papa." He scampers over to Felix and gets on the bed, sitting…

Snow drinks the milk and takes a bite of toast, “But papa! I w-wa-wanna go ou-outside!: 

'Breakfast first.' Felix said. 'You need the energy to play, don't you?' He took a bite of his own toast. 'I have to go. I'm still a butler.' He chuckled bitterly. 'Finish everything before you go, alright?'

Snow reaches for him and grabs him, “N-no papa! I no w-want you to go!” 

'I know, little one, but you know I have to do my job.' He kissed the boy's forehead. 'I'll be back before you miss me, I promise. You'll be good with Joseph, alright?'

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'I, er-' Joseph mumbled. 'Yes, yes, of course. Why not.' He whispered, smiling.

'Alright, Snow, time fr breakfast. Come here.' Felix called as he sat by the table.

"Otay papa." He scampers over to Felix and gets on the bed, sitting…

Snow drinks the milk and takes a bite of toast, “But papa! I w-wa-wanna go ou-outside!: 

'Breakfast first.' Felix said. 'You need the energy to play, don't you?' He took a bite of his own toast. 'I have to go. I'm still a butler.' He chuckled bitterly. 'Finish everything before you go, alright?'

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'Now, I need your help, child.' Joseph said in a whisper as he stood right behind the girl that just entered his bakery. 'How am I going to explain this to my wife?' He pointed at the door with the same hand he was using to hold a bottle. He took a swig before tilting his head curiously. 'Why can't people understand we close at seven?'

The slightly drunk Elder shook his head with a sigh. ‘What are you doing here, kid?’ He asked. ‘You must know it quite dangerous and stupid to just come waltzing into my territory like that, especially when I’m in a murderous mood.’ He took another swig. ‘And you know, if my wife wakes up and finds you, unlike me, she won’t think twice before setting you on fire- so why are you here?’

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Elena jumped, turning on her heel in surprise. “Territory? I didn’t mean to intrude I just needed rest” Elena blankly stared at the man before her. She moved a stray lock of hair and tucked it behind her ear, stepping a little closer. “You can tell you wife, the painful truth, you can get her now if you wish, better yet….” Elena trailed off pulling a lighter from her pocket “…I might get started without her, want your whole world to burn around me?” Elena was this sharp tongued normally.

She smiled, not out of happiness, this was a sick smile, almost demonic, one that would have chilled her if she was the witness. “No, Don’t wanna play? Okay then I’ll be off” She strutted toward the door.

Grabbing her arm tightly, he pulled her back without bothering to be gentle. ‘Listen here, child.’ He hissed leaning forward. ‘You dare to come into my home, high with fresh blood, and you mock and threaten my family. You really think I’m going to let you walk out of here with all of your limbs intact? You foolish little girl-’ He accidentally dropped the bottle he was holding. The glass broke with a loud noise, offending his youngest daughter’s ears and waking her from her sleep.

Joseph’s murderous façade faded into a tired and rather painful expression when the child began to cry. ‘Okay.’ He whispered. ‘I guess you are free to go since I’m utterly fucked-‘

'Joseph!'

'I-I'll be up in a second.' He stuttered. 'I really don't have time to kill you now, so off you go. But don't you think you're safe, I'm going to find you.'

Footsteps.

'Now, go, go, go.'

Elena just smiled through the other Vamps words, Her life had no meaning anymore “Sure, I knew there were more Vamps put there” She sarcastically hissed back “I’ll make it easy for you, Smell my scarf, really get my scent” She tore the black scarf from her kneck and threw it to the floor. Smiling sarcastically almost daringly as she un hooked the other vamps hand “Such a grip” she teased before heading into the endless night.

After a few seconds of confusion, Joseph bent down to pick up the scarf. Then, involuntarily, pressed it against his nose, breathing in the scent. It had picked up the warmth of her skin. Warmth caused by the recent kill. Blood bags couldn’t beat that. Rosy cheeks were nothing compared to the heat the body experimented when every vein was filled with the life of a human being. Fresh blood, straight from the heart, dripping on your tongue with every beat.

'What happened?' Vick asked, taking Joseph away from his thoughts. She was holding their daughter, who had stopped crying. 'What are you doing?'

'I-I made a mess.' He mumbled. 'Sorry, I'll clean it up and go to bed.

'Couch.'

Joseph sighed.

'I'm taking Alina back to bed.' Vick said before she turned around and went back upstairs.

Looking down at the scarf, he wondered if she was still warm. If he tore her apart and pulled her insides out, would they be hot like a human’s? The willpower he had to use to stay home and not run after her to find out was wearing him out. When was the last time he had fed on a human? On a living, warm, pulsing body? On a-

'Are you alright?' His human wife was standing by the corridor. He was standing in front of the couch, holding the scarf to his nose. 'You're shaking.'

'I have to- I have to-' He mumbled. 'I need to rest.' He tossed the scarf over the couch. I’ll take care of you tomorrow. ‘Good night, doll.’ You want to play? We’ll play.

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