Amaya POV
My eyes fly open when I hear the front door creak open. Quiet, even with the silence in the house, but not quite enough for Hybrid ears. I stay where I am, pulling the blanket up to my face and listening to what I hope is Damon, creeping around the house. Last I checked the clock it was one in the morning, so it's definitely not unusual for him to be creeping around. It's worrying though, for the past week he's been getting back a lot later than this. However, not a moment later I hear the person trip over something and swear colorfully. It reassures me that the person is indeed Damon.
The bedroom door opens a few minutes later and a delicious smell hits me. My contentedness fades as I realize the smell is blood. It smells like iron, almost like rust, but sweeter. With somethin
