I was surprised to find myself awake before everyone. The tv wasn't on and there was no noise aside from the birds chirping, a sound I didn't like because it reminded me it was morning again.

I was still rather sore and the bite marks Gilbert had left literally everywhere were more visible now than they had been last night and they were kind of itchy too.

I crept downstairs quietly and sure enough, no one was awake yet. I almost wondered if I was in some similar dream type world but Gilbert was still snoring loudly on my bed, the very thing that'd managed to wake me up.

I stepped back upstairs as quietly as I could and tiptoed to Antonio's room. His door was cracked open and inside he was reading, his metallic bottle next to him. He must've been thirsty. He paid me no attention and continued to read.

I peaked into Francis's room and immediately wished I hadn't as he was chest down buck naked without any covers. His snores were quiet but I could still hear them with the door shut and I left back to my own room where Gilbert snored so loud he woke himself up and darted upright in confusion. He saw me creeping back into the room and laid back down patting the spot next to him where I'd been sleeping.

I rolled my eyes and scooted back under the covers. He threw his arm over me and his breathing became quiet and consistent as he fell back asleep, his head on my shoulder.

Now I couldn't move or I'd wake him up, this felt like owning a cat. You can't dare disturb their sleep because the only time they aren't destructive and wild is when they're sleeping and it's too damn adorable.

I wish I could photograph the moment but it might wake him up.

It was only seven but the sun decided to shine brightly today which I hated because I wanted to sleep. I'd been up a few hours ago, I needed more than three hours of sleep. I'd have to catnap throughout the day, hopefully, I wouldn't have anything to do.

I studied Gilbert closely as he slept soundly. Why did he breathe if he didn't need too? I didn't care if course because his tiny puffs of breath were adorable, his white hair was messy and his face looked so peaceful it was hard to believe he was the same person as Gilbert from last night. Gilbert's cuteness and cuddling managed to help me drift back into sleep.

"They're coming," she whispered.

Shit.

I was back in the Blood world somehow. I was standing on the still sea of blood facing myself again.

"Dammit, I hate you," I muttered.

She had no reaction to my disgust and continued.

"Remember Peter?" She asked and the name chilled me. I looked at her wide-eyed.

"Of course I do, why do I care you know his name, you're part of my conscious anyway?"

"I can feel him in our blood."

"What the fudge does that mean?"

She pointed a bloody finger behind me and I spun around to see blood forming into the shapes of several familiar people.

Peter, my old boss.

Greta, the weird girl in town.

Mr. Cooper, a man I'd seen at work before.

A man I'd seen in a painting in Peter's office.

Behind these four stood an army of unfamiliar faces.

I spun back around to my reflection.

"Is this supposed to mean something?"

"I'd advise you tell them everything before it's too late for forgiveness, for explanation."

I bit my lip, "What...do you mean?"

"You told them a lie when you met, that lie will endanger your entire family. Your past will take away from your present like you thought it would. That's why you did those things, isn't it? Why else would you kill so many people? Why else would you always be in danger? Why else would you never remain in one place too long? You made a mistake __, hold on to those you hold dear before they drown in all the blood you drew." She melted into blood again and I ran for her but I couldn't break through the blood, my hands would become wet in the sea. I was alone and in the distance was a wave larger than any I'd ever seen, and very slowly it was coming for me. The opinions warning were clear, my past was catching up to me and very soon I'd again be covered in blood.

I bolted upright gasping for breath and startled Gilbert who sat upright with me immediately.

"__! Are you okay?" He panicked and the door to my room opened as Antonio quickly strode in.

"What is wrong?" Antonio asked and I shook my head and wiped away the anxious sweat.

"Vas it the sea of blood?" Gilbert asked and I nodded.

"I didn't realize you were having those dreams..." Antonio muttered to himself, thinking about it.

"What does it mean? Once you meet a vampire aren't I always supposed to have those dreams like you and Elisa ?" I asked, turning to Gilbert.

Gilbert shrugged, "I thought."

Francis finally stumbled in, dreary eyed, he rubbed his eyes and leaned against Toni's back for support.

Gilbert turned pink and hid his face, well aware why Francis was so tired.

Francis yawned and corrected me, "you get zhose dreams when your life is in danger or drastically changing, in zhe middle ages when Gil and Elisa were young it was always dangerous, zhus zhey 'ad dreams every night."

"But I didn't have a dream the night before I was supposed to die?" Gilbert asked in confusion.

"Probably because you weren't expected to live so your conscious didn't feel the need to warn you from the inevitable. You also did in fact die, you just came back to life." Francis corrected and Gilbert looked a little paler than usual.

"Vhen vhy is ___ in danger?" He asked worriedly and they turned to look at me.

"I'm not," I lied. "I think it's just about my life-changing."

"Vhat did she tell you?" Gil asked and I quickly made something up that might sound ominous.

"I can't really explain it...it was like I was being pulled by chains into the blood, and the blood...it was leaking from my eyes and my ears and my eyes were completely black..."

They looked horrified and I wondered if I should've just said something about one of my previous nightmares.

"Black eyes?" Antonio asked aloud, "only Ludwig's eyes do that."

"They do?" I asked and Gilbert nodded.

"It's only because the venom is technically his real dad, and the venom is a demon's blood so technically Ludwig is half-demon," Antonio explained and I was confused for a moment before they changed the subject completely.

"If you vere being drawn down by chains vhat might mean you'll end up a red vampire if ju aren't careful." Gilbert worried and clutched my hand tightly, looking at me with extremely concerned eyes.

"'E's right, zhat means you might die and need to be turned before we can properly prepare you," Francis fretted.

"Prepare me?"

"You know by now, Chica, do you just like hearing us say it?" Antonio teased.

"N-no, I just meant are there other preparations?" I asked sheepishly.

"Vell it'd be best to explain vhat you'll be feeling during and after the transformation, vhen vhere's an alibi for your time changing in case family or friends try to get ahold of you, things like vhat."

I nodded.

Gilbert put his hand on my shoulder and he and the others looked at me seriously.

"That dream could be a sign that you'll need to be turned soon, you 'ave to be very careful," Francis warned and Gilbert nodded and hugged me.

"Ve don't vant ju to do anyvhing you're uncomfortable vith but if it comes down to veally needing to ve could always have a quickie," he suggested and I raised a brow, "Ve could just keep our clothes on, warm you up a bit and take you vithout needing to look vhere, I know you're mostly uncomfortable vith us looking." He explained and I nodded, trying to comprehend it.

Desperate to change the topic I blurted out what was concerning me most about all of this.

"Okay wait a second can we circle back around to the fact Ludwig is half-demon?"