The overprotectiveness.

Ocean

"Welcome home, sweetheart." The blond vampire grins as he opens a heavy-looking door of their enormous house. I have never seen a building this large; even the Invictus building pales compared to this one. How can anyone call such a massive brick building home? Does their entire bloodline live here? "My name is Octavius, by the way," he places a hand where his heart is supposed to be and bows like a true gentleman. "Oh, yes, and this is Kieran," as Octavius introduces his brother, he purposely makes the darker man sound unimportant. Do they have some sort of bad blood between them? The thought makes me smile; at least, I came up with a rather funny line. Maybe one day I'll be able to use it.

"Thank you? My name is Ocean, but you know that already." Slowly, I enter the house; my eyes widen at the sight of the exquisite interior. There's no hallway leading to other rooms like I've seen in all the places I once visited. Instead, ta