David felt a little odd as he lay down in Aidan's bed in the back room, but it wasn't as if Aidan was going to come back and demand he get out. He chuckled to himself. Knowing him, if Aidan did come back and found David in his bed, he'd just climb right in with him and start making off-color jokes. He fell asleep with fond memories of his friend running through his mind.

He woke, groggy and confused, not very much later. Brilliant sunlight assaulted his eyes, although it was three times diffused by the front room, the kitchen, and the storage chamber before reaching his bedroom. And framed against the light was Megan, who had shaken his shoulder to wake him.

"Wha?" he said, drowsily.

"I... uhm..." her voice was choked and he realized that he cheeks were tear-streaked. He blinked and sat up, squinting at the brightness.

"Are you okay?"

She sniffled. "I don't know... No, I guess not. I... I was lying last night about the floor being too hard. I have... nightmares. Usually not very often any more. But I guess... now those vampires are in them, I guess what happened, I don't know..." She started crying. "Sorry. I just... when I used to get them my brother would come in and hold me so I could sleep, having somebody else there... it keeps them away, mostly." She looked at him with mute appeal, looking very young, though he knew she couldn't be much younger than he.

"I..." he shook his head. "I don't know how comforting I'm going to be, if the nightmares are about vampires, but... okay." He moved over, making room for her in the bed. She looked hesitant, and nervous, which pretty well summed up what he was feeling too, but she curled up next to him. He was thankful that he'd slept clothed, and that she had done likewise, otherwise the moment would have been infinitely more awkward. He reached out hesitantly and rested his hand on her shoulder, and she snuggled up closer, tucking her head against his chest. She sighed softly, and he could hear her racing heartbeat slow as she relaxed, seeming to find comfort in his chill embrace, although he couldn't imagine how. But daylight dragged at him, and he wasn't able to stay awake any longer.

When he awoke at sundown he was alone, though a lingering warmth made him suspect that Megan hadn't been up long. He stretched and sat up, trying to think through what he felt about the previous night. She was pretty, of course, and he'd been with women before, but... there wasn't really any of that sort of feeling towards her. Maybe a little, but mostly he felt... protective. Brotherly, perhaps. Or... something. She was obviously intelligent, and brave, and able to take care of herself in most things. She'd coped with exile, vampire attacks, and all that had followed at least as well as he had when faced with similar circumstances. But she was also so very vulnerable. Even before she had turned up weeping from nightmares he had been felling protective towards her, and that had more or less set his feelings. He shook his head. He wasn't really sure what to do about her, in more ways than one. But for now... for now he could use some time away from the grim business of hunting, and she was here, and needed him. He would take things one day, or one night, at a time.

He climbed out of bed and took a moment to change into cleaner clothing, which he'd been too tired to bother with when he'd first fallen asleep. I'll have to see if I can do something about getting Megan fresh clothes, he thought, hers have to be pretty bad by now. I guess she might fit some of the stuff Aidan left behind, though I don't think his shirts would really work that well.

He brushed off the thought and went out through the storage room and kitchen to the main room, where he found Megan cleaning.

"Oh, hi," she said as he came out. "I thought I'd try and do something about some of this. Not much else to do, really."

He looked at the room, which was still bloodstained, but at least more tidy than it had been, and smiled. Then he realized that the only light was the moonlight streaming in through the broken windows. He went over to the wall switch and flicked it. Megan blinked as the room lit up. He smiled. "You must have been pretty tired last night to have forgotten about the lamps. I have plenty of electricity here. There's a generator, and plenty of power, though it's starting to run a little low on fuel, sadly. I'm not sure where Aidan got his supply from, I never got the chance to ask him."

"Aidan?" she asked, curiously. "Is that your friend who was here with you?"

"Yeah. He saved my life on the road, much as I found you. He was... different from other vampires."

"Like you are."

David laughed. "Oh no. Aidan was like nobody but himself. He wasn't like me at all. I still miss him, sometimes."

"What happened to him?" She glanced at the stained floor, no doubt thinking of vampire fights, but David shook his head.

"He loved somebody very much. He was looking for her when I met him, and then he found her, and they left together. I don't know where to. I hope he's happy with her, wherever he is."

"And he's the one who made you a vampire?"

David nodded. "Yeah. Only because I asked though. He didn't really like the idea. But he agreed with what I wanted to do. He taught me how to fight. He taught me a lot of things." He shrugged then. "On a more practical note, he left most of his clothes behind, and he was a lot closer to your size than I am. His shirts aren't going to fit you, but I can see what else he left that might."