George wasn't sure what had woke him. He lay a moment in his bed listening, waiting to see if it was Eve moving about in her crib. She had her way of doing so rather quietly, lately. Rather than the roaring scream of an annoyed toddler trapped in a cage. He scrubbed his fingers over the several days growth that had gone neglected on his chin, as the fog of sleep seemed to roll away.
He pushed himself up. Might as well see about coffee or tea, or both. He tugged a shirt on, the muggy heat of the island having forced him to shed his in the middle of the night. He paused long enough in his shuffle sleep step to check on Eve and Ash. Both were still sleeping. Which brought on more puzzlement. What had woke him?
Shrugging it off, George knew there wasn't anyone on the island stupid enough to attack the home of a vampire and a werewolf, not this close to the full moon. He shuffled down the stairs, one thump at a time. It hit him someone else was in the house. "Wh-who's there? I've, I've got a shoe, and I know how to use it!" He all but shrieked.