"Well, he seems like a very nice man."
"He is." For a vampire.
"OK, baby. I'll see you later. Get Rebecca to give me a call when she wakes up."
"I will, Mum."
"Love you."
"I love you too."
As I hung up, I was profoundly grateful that she had taken it so well. Then I remembered the kitten, and I phoned her back, and asked her to go across to Angus' place and check that it was OK, and give it some food and fresh water. She laughed, a lot more cheerful now, and promised to go across right away. I tried to remember if Angus had locked his house; I didn't think so. Why would he. He probably wished someone would try to break in.
Rebecca
I woke up with sunlight streaming through the windows. Bleak wintry sunlight, sure, but it was definitely sunlight. The events of the previous day came flooding into my mind. Angus! I needed to see him, to make sure that he was OK. I stood up and stumbled on uncertain legs through the doorway of my bedroom, and into the passage beyond. Everything looked strangely unfamiliar in the daylight. I felt disorientated, and dizzy. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply until the giddiness subsided. I turned to my right and made my way along the passage. There were two more bedrooms and a bathroom, and then another bedroom. And there was Angus.
He was lying on his back, his eyes closed, his face relaxed and peaceful. My breath caught in my throat as I stood and watched him. He was so beautiful. I suddenly felt an almost visceral need to touch him. I crossed the room and stood next to his bed, leaning over his sleeping form. And then he was awake, smiling up at me, his eyes watching my face hungrily. I smiled back. He groaned and his arm snaked out and wrapped around me and pulled me down on top of him. I giggled, and stretched out next to him, my head on his chest, my eyes closed, inhaling his delicious scent.
"You're in deep trouble, you know," his voice was husky.
"Why?" I lifted my head to look at his face.
"Your brother's on his way up. And you're half naked in bed with some man."
"I've got clothes on!"
"Not enough," he growled.
Just then Mark burst through the door.
"Aargh! Get a room!" He didn't look disgusted, though. He was laughing. "Come on you two, get up already. We're waiting for you downstairs. There are a few things we need to discuss urgently, plus Bex has to phone Mum."