He had no problem letting himself in. How many times now had he and Rosemary been over to Charlie's? Plenty of times. Too many times to count. Well, he wasn't counting. Rosey probably knew exactly how many times they had been here. The point was, he was comfortable in this place. This was his haven, his safe place. Like a toddler had his security blanket, he had a living room and a girl.
It was kind of creepy when it was said out loud.
But this was a place that was protected. He never thought to protect it against invading ... child vampires. Because that was what was sitting on the couch right now, staring at him like it just got caught with it's hand in the cookie jar. Royce couldn't boast about meeting hundreds of fangs like other weres but he had seen his fair share. He had never seen a child vampire before (they weren't common) but there was no mistaking the smell he was getting here. The smell of copper, death and .... hot chocolate?
When Charlie was busy with finding something to put the flowers in, Royce took the opportunity to throw the short fang a warning glare. This wasn't about territory. Pfft, it was just one shitty apartment. No different from the several dozen others in this complex. If the fang wanted the place, he would have been just fine with leaving. Would have been fine with it if the owner of said apartment wasn't currently his possible future girlfriend. He didn't want to start a fight with the fang in front of Charlie. That would look seriously bad. The damn fang looked like a kid! He'd look like an ass if tried kicking it out.
"What is that?" Royce didn't move his eyes off the fang, knowing from experience to not be fooled by the innocence staring back at him. When Charlie finally told her what 'that' was, he didn't like the fact that she spoke the fang's name with familiarity. Noah? What kind of name was that for a vampire? "You know it?" He asked, his eyes still on this ... 'Noah'.