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"Mm," Pete woke up at exactly 1:30AM to ... sniffing, coming from Mikey? "Mikes.." He mumbled, looking down at Mikey, who was sniffing at his chest.
Mikey turned his head up, looking at Pete. He made a curious noise. "Eh?"
Pete patted his head. "The hell are you doing??" Mikey whined.
"There's a full moon," He murmured into Pete's chest. "Not my fault I'm like this."
Pete chuckled and settled back into his pillow. "Go to sleep." Mikey whined again, his nose wandering to Pete's neck, then growled. The moon was clearly getting to him, as his little grey werewolf ears poked out of his messy brown hair.
"I don't even act like this when I want blood," Pete sighed. "You're something else."
And night grew. Pete was asleep, and Mikey was still doing his weird werewolf thing. Soon, the sun rose and Pete woke instantly, his pupils dilating. Mikey fell asleep.
This might seem weird, but Pete had this weird sleep schedule: he slept at night and woke in the day, which was unlike most vampires.
And Mikey did whatever he wanted, he slept whenever he wanted, and woke whenever he wanted.
Soon, Mikey woke up as well and they exchanged their morning greetings. And of course, they hugged, kissed, did whatever. (Because Mikey does whatever he wants).
"You're leaving for that concert tonight, huh?" Pete asked Mikey as they laid in bed.
"Mhm," He replied. "There's gonna be a lot of people." He nuzzled into Pete's chest, and Pete's fangs enlarged.
"Hey, babe.. Do you mind getting me, you know.. fresh human blood?"
Mikey sat up. "Of course." His arm muscles bent and flexed as he scrambled to put on his shoes and beanie, then left their house.