By now, you should most definitely be used to waking up past 2 am. by the sounds of shuffling outside your room. Your window opening, curtains being shoved to the side by heavy hands and the closed up again, and steps going right into your kitchen, then your bathroom, and finally, those same heavy hands opening the door to your bedroom.

She looked taller than the last time you caught a glimpse of her. Her skin looked warm and soft under the dim light of the single lamp you had on, and her clothes seemed to be in good condition for the first time.

"You're supposed to be asleep." she said, her voice a low murmur, disturbing the silence that had installed itself while you two just stared at each other.

Violet leaned against your doorframe, her big arms crossing in front of her chest, the color of her derm almost blending with the color of the soft tank top she wore.

Her eyes were hungry, the delicate powdery blue of her irises changed into the familiar starved crimson red, and she seemed to be fighting the urge to just pounce on you for her dinner. She wouldn't do that, though. She's a gentle one of her kind.