The Lamia & The Empath
Without even waiting for her reply, Wesley made his way to Rebecca’s room. Although he’d never admit it, he was almost nervous to let her see the non-hostile side to him. Being without Poppy had taken its toll on him, making him rather exhausted and less aggressive. He’d still attack if he needed to, but right now, he was too lazy to release his inner monster so with a few seconds, the empath was going to meet the disgustingly not-mean vampire; the real Wesley. He knocked at the door once, maybe twice? And then lent on the door frame, waiting for the girl to answer and when she did, he frowned just the slightest. “You hungry?”








