Although she had at her disposal quite a few of the perks of her vampire heritage, Nessie did have to sleep. It was one of the things that separated her from the rest of her family, in fact. She didn't have to sleep quite as long as most humans in order to feel rested but rest was a requirement and, like most people, if hers was interrupted without a very good reason she tended to get... cranky.
So it was a very not happy vampire-human hybrid that all but stalked from her bedroom as gunshots rang out - yet again - through the apartment she shared with the mortal male. They hadn't met yet. Mortal men tended to react oddly when she interacted with them. Something to do with the allure of her vampire side - the inhuman beauty that drew people close to her so she could kill them easier.
Not that she made a habit of killing humans. She was a 'good' hybrid, just like her family were 'good' vampires. Nessie had, though, seriously been considering just switching to another empty room or possibly to Alice's. Even Leah's room, honestly, would be better if only because she knew who and what Nessie truly was and wouldn't potentially develop some unhealthy crush and/or obsession that would just be annoying at best and downright dangerous (for the male affected, at least) at worst. Yet so far the girl had stayed where she'd been assigned and had simply done her best to avoid her roommate. The only real reason she knew she had one, in fact, was that the smell of him was everywhere.
Of course, if he didn't stop firing his gun, she decided as she exited her room and made her way toward the living room area, there were going to be little bitty pieces of him everywhere too. Because unless there was a very good reason for shooting randomly into their empty apartment, she was going to be one very unhappy, unnaturally strong, semi-monster.
As she reached the living room she glanced at the couch and shook her head at the bullet holes that littered it. Great. She hoped he had money to buy a new one. She almost said as much, too, as her gaze easily slid in the direction where she could smell him hiding. Instead, however, she cocked her head to the side and listened intently.
Yep. As she'd originally thought, it was just the two of them. There were no intruders. "You better be having one hell of a nightmare," she intoned dryly as, with a heavy sigh, she unknowingly and unwittingly stepped around the corner and directly into his line of fire.