Lecia had done her best to seem unaffected by her closeness of Michael. His blood, his life sweeping past her lips. The feeling heavy in both her heart and body. She was limiting herself as she fed on schedule with Michael ensuring they both could rest and still function. It had taken time to find  the right amount for them both. She couldn't help the fond memories she let pass through her as blood lingered on her tongue. They always felt stronger after a feeding. Part of her deep shame, they were her favorite times.<br/><br/>Silently she adjusted to the feeling of life returning to her undead flesh, her body and mind focusing on Michael. His movements slightly delayed from the blood loss but he was mending it with a quick snack and drink. She could hear the steady thrum of his heart as he laid down. The gentle squeak of the bed as it gave way, she couldn't help the smile cross her lips. He would sleep off most of his tiredness now, along with his donation. He was quick to the world of his dreams.Silently mimicking him she mirrored his position her body stretched out over the bed her eyes watching him as his chest rose and fell with each breath. Closing her eyes, she sat in the darkness of their room listening to his breathing till it was time to work.<br/><br/>The rustle of movement and the steady beat of his heart alerted Lecia that Michael was finally rising. He was never great at waking up. Her gaze never staying from the pile of information before her.<br/><br/>“I'm faring well, better than you” she chided noticing how he still was still feeling the effects of her feeding.she clicked the underside of her tongue as she moved to his side.<br/><br/>“Can't you let you go out with that: problematic.” she said a smile on her lips. As she dressed his wound she couldn't help but scold herself. She was supposed to be more gentle with him, damaging his skin now would cause problems later.<br/><br/>Cars and planes the modern form of travel still had her itching to be free of the contraption. It was all still a little fresh for her, but she remained ever the look of any other human. Relaxed and calm, while her mind and body screamed to be set free. Feeding and taking relay gave her more control over herself making her feel normal, for a vampire. Michael seemed off somewhere in his mind as he felt out the area and its occupants. His silence unnerving for her, silently she counted his heartbeats calming herself. To her piercing eyes all seemed well. All but, the tickle along her neck. An instinct from her human time, it warned of danger. But she silent squashed it as she watched Michael unlocked the door. The small sound seemed to echo off everything.<br/><br/>Michael's voice broke the painful silence, as he began to move throughout the house. Her footsteps matching his own. She really hated this part.<span style="font-style: italic">“Provoking” </span>more like royally piss off. But she kept her usually demeanor. She could hear the scurry of rodents as they moved within the walls. Inwardly she shuddered, flashes of the crypt seeping in.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Rats the stench of decaying flesh</span>. It was enough to make you lose your lunch. But she breathed through her nose forcing herself to focus. The faint smell of human still lingered in the house, Michael's scent stronger distracting her. Dust and the faint smell of cooked food, still clung to the air. She nodded to Michael confirming she had heard him. Her gaze running along the room in a sweeping motion. It was like any other house. Did something so sinister still linger here.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">You do </span>Her mind chided. She couldn't help the slight puff of a laugh that escaped her. The corner of her mouth rising with a smirk. Yeah she was still here.