Team 141s favorite blood bag <3
Vampires don't sleep during the day. You weren't sure why you believed that silly myth for childhood, but you did. You'd nearly jumped out of your skin the first time you saw Simon up and about right after sunrise. When he sees you, he grins at you with a deep predatory gaze.
"God, live for how your heart jumps when you're so scared." He groans, sniffing the air like he could taste your fear in the air. "Come here, pet." He beckons you closer, which you know better than to disobey.
"Aren't you supposed to be asleep? The sun -"
"You believe that old wives tale, love?" Simon leans back, studying your face with a slightly judgemental stare. "No wonder Laswell gave you to us. Can't think for yourself, can you?" You feel yourself flushing in embarrassment, looking away from him with a huff.
"I just thought -"
"Blood bags don't think, they bleed." Simon growls, the gravely tone that always makes you melt into him. Vampire mind control doesn't exist, John insisted it didn't, but you couldn't explain why their voices had such an effect on you. You instinctively bear your neck for him, whimpering in pain when he sinks his teeth into your veins.
"Simon, if it gets blood on the floor, you're cleaning up after it." John grumbles as he walks into the kitchen, stepping lazily around the two of you. You track him with your eyes, whimpering a little, but John just smiles at you. "He won't take too much. I'll get you some orange juice."
"Apple is its favorite. Told me itself." Kyle joins the kitchen for breakfast, grunting hungrily when his eyes land on you. "Mine turn next, Simon."
"Give it a rest first." Simon grunts after he seals your wound. He sits himself down, pulling your lax and dizzy body onto your lap. "Drink your juice, Y/N." He insists, though he doesn't give you much of a choice when he prods the cup against your lips.
