Michael had looked up at lecia. As she  cupped his face. It was hard not to blush. As he had always had trouble when she was near. He was scared to even get close to her relationship wise. As his life span was feebly to hers. He never had anyone stay by him. Not even his parents.<br/><br/>He had watched her move around the room as she had put items away from the stay. They had a deep investigation as the reports of the ghost was evil. But he had not feared as much as he should. He only knew it was going to one he would have to take breaks on. But it didn't come to his senses, that though this whole situation. He was going to be with a vampire. He never dealed in a case this level before with her. Cases like this left him immobile in pieces. It was surprising he was still alive.<br/><br/>Once lecia had mentioned she needed to feed, he couldn't say no to her. As he would give his life for her. He was practically giving his life for her. In a sense of way. Michael had sat up to give himself to her. He had already grown used to it. The slight pain, the draining feeling. It was slightly better then what he dealt with ghost.<br/><br/>His vision start to fade as he was being drunken from. But he knew she was close to her limit she usually took. Once she was done, he grabbed a candy bar and his water bottle, trying to gain back what he lost. After finishing the last bit of his Hershey chocolate bar. He had laid down to rest to be able to last the first night.<br/><br/>The night came Michael had gotten up groggy. He didn't dare touch his neck, the neck couple days usually was sore as he still felt the holes in his neck. He had noticed lecia was up already. He had gotten up to get ready. "How are you feeling?" Michael asked. As it wasn't just from feeding. But also feeling about this new case. He wondered on everything she was feeling and thinking. It had been awhile since she was freed from Eric. Freed from her tomb. Then placed with him, never leaving his side. But he wondered how she would feel about his friend.<br/><br/>As the night went on Michael had went to Bothell where the house resided. As they read off some last emails about the house. He had rolled into the driveway. Without leaving the car. He looked at the house, into windows. To get a feeling off the house, but nothing. Rolling. Opening the door, he looks around at the neighborhood. To see at any surrounding spirits or just the houses. But he had came up to the front door, looking around he finds a plant near the door. Picking it up, underneath the pot was the modern silver key. He took it, unlocking the door. *click* Went the deadbolt. Something negative sunk his chest once that bolt unlock. Like he had awoken something inside. The night was still young. But he had much to do. It wasn't going to be easy. Stepping into the door, he had started looking up and down the inside of the house. But ended in the living room. "A case like this. We are going to just act normal. Like we live here. Then whoever it is who's here. Will come out." He says sitting on the owners main chair. To see if it would provoc the spirit. "Your hearing is better then mine. So noises start somewhere I can see. Then let me know, the owner mentions everything is open in the kitchen all the time. So things could be happening somewhere else. While we are other areas. It maybe more then one spirit." He informs lecia. It was a receive to not have to hide his secret, from someone he liked. It made him almost laugh by the thought. That he couldn't shack her off. She stuck to him like glue.