Aurelia is jolted awake by the sudden insistent ringing of her doorbell. Grumbling sleepily, she ambles to the front door, her mind still foggy with drowsiness. Without bothering to check through the peephole, she swings the door open—a decision that would prove to be her first mistake.
Her eyes set on the tattooed vampire who beams widely at her.
What the fuck?
"... Damien?"
"Hello, my sweet love!"
She glances around her corridor; confusion apparent on her face as she looks to find the corridor empty. She is half-expecting something, but she doesn't know what she was looking for either. She feels wide awake now. "What are you … what are you doing here?" she asks as suspicion floods into her chest. "How do you know where I live?"
"I have my sources."
She frowns at him. "What does that mean?" she asks flatly.
He smiles. "May I enter?" he asks.
