Frowning at the fool on her bed in deep slumber, Florah wondered what to do with him contemplating on what to do, she looked around her originally messy room only to realize that it had been organized and everything was neatly arranged back to where it was supposed to be.
Sitting on her small wooden stool at the foot of the bed, she saw that he had removed his shoes and his white socks which covered his feet reaching up to his ankles where his black trousers were tied around his waist with a black leather belt adorning a silver buckle, his torso and chest were covered with a clean white shirt with the three top buttons undone which was tucked in his trousers, his thin pink lips were slightly parted as he slept peacefully like it was his own bed.
She leaned her back on the mahogany wall for her eyes to fall on his black waist coat that lay on her brown basket where she kept her clothes and garments, jerking up from her seat, she remembered that she had thrown her under garments aside in a hurry to get a dress to wear, that meant that, this imbecile had "Oh dear Lord" she muttered "HOW DARE YOU" Florah roared and lifted her right leg to roughly kick the sleeping Jeremiah.
"Ahhurhhgg" he sleepily groaned lifting his delicate long lashes where his tired bright amber eyes glared at Florah who had disturbed his rest with her antiques, "What is wrong with.." thud' before he could finish his sentence another powerful kick met his foot.
Abruptly standing up the duo glared at each other, "Why did you touch my stuff" Florah angrily scolded , Jeremiah looked around at the neat room and felt wronged,his golden generosity was ignored by this spoilt brat "Anhaa what are you doing looking like a lost owl, answer me" Florah continued her scolding. "Huuh",on top of her ungratefulness now she was even throwing insults his pure heart painfully weeped.
Dramatically moving his arms around in a motion of showing her his work incase her slow brain hadn't noticed, Florah replied "what do you expect a crown, now did you touch my undergar.." she stopped before finishing such a shameful statement.
Jeremiah looked at his so called best friend like she had grown two heads, placing his right foot forward and his hands on his hips, in his deep voice he demanded "Well did I touch your what come on go on" of course Florah wouldn't complete her previous statement because it was too embarrassing, even thinking it about left a tinge of pink on her cheeks and nose.
All she could do is glare at the disrespectful idiot standing before her, she felt like kicking him again.
Deciding to sit back down in grief, Jeremiah muttered "brat" softly which she would definitely hear and that earned him another glare. Laying back down on the small bed, Jeremiah attempted to rest again leaving the room in silence.
"Did it happen again" the young vampire asked.
But all he received was silence which caused him to open his previously shut eyes. Sitting upright, he stared at the red head looking all over her body for any injuries, patiently waiting for her response which looked like it wasn't coming soon as several minutes passed and yet she was yet to speak.
Standing up from the bed, Jeremiah offered his hand to Florah "come on I am hungry". Taking his hand to stand up, she asked "where are we going" "Hunting, darling" Jeremiah answered while dragging her out of her small house. Walking across the green grass field, the duo entered the forest moving a little further in, 'sshhhh' Jeremiah whispered to which Florah looked at him cluelessly but followed him.
Leaving her side, the vampire tiptoed his way to a small bush using an inhumane speed, Florah heard a small cry and the next moment Jeremiah emerged from the bush with a white rabbit on his mouth which was still kicking, clearly alive, and another in his hand limp which indicated that it was dead.
Trotting back to where Florah was waiting, he finished sucking the little rabbit's blood. Removing the dead animal from his mouth, he smiled with his bloodied lips "HERE!" He exclaimed. Florah gladly accepted the meat as it had been a while since she last tasted good meat.
Smiling she reached out to grab the rabbits, suddenly the crafty Jeremiah retracted them back, he asked again "Did it happen again" to which Florah kept quiet. After a while she begged "Can I tell you while I eat the roasted rabbit" fluttering her long lashes gently.
"Stop that" Jeremiah barked "Never do that again, now am going to have nightmares " he uttered while walking away. Florah pouted, walking behind the vampire feeling wronged. Reaching back at the small house, Jeremiah started to set up a fire at the back of the abode while Florah grabbed the small pot from the little wooden cabinet the two had built a month ago while bickering the whole time.
Leaving the fire that had started to burn, Jeremiah skillfully butchered and skinned the rabbits, putting them over the fire, the two went to sit on a log waiting for the meat to roast. "It was worse than any other time Jer" Florah softly muttered lost in thought, recalling the event of the previous night.