Artemis leaned back on the gray couch, her fingers ran through her bright red hair as she let out a yawn. She never spent much time lazing on the couch, and she was already getting bored. She leaned back all the way, gazing at her brother who was preparing some kind of fancy pasta dish in the kitchen. 

“Luke, when is our new roommate coming again?” She asked him. 

He clicked his tongue, “Why are you asking me, you were the one who talked to her.” 

“Oh, I must have forgotten,” Artemis giggled. 

“Tch, so we don’t know when she is coming? Great. I suppose it does not matter much, she won’t last long. They never do. The last one moved out after one day,” Luke remarked as he opened the fridge to find the fresh oregano. 

“And who’s fault was that?” Artemis asked and she sat up straight. 

“Do not pin this one on me. You scared the poor guy by flirting too hard.” Luke glared at Artemis and stirred the oregano into the pasta sauce. 

“You’re the one who came home all covered in blood, on his first night here,” Artemis smirked before wandering into the kitchen and placing herself on top of one of the marble countertops. 

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that. That was not my fault, blame the vampire who decided to bleed all over me,” he muttered and raised an eyebrow. 

“So cynical as always, I’m quite excited for this one though. She sounded like the sweetest girl on the phone, and she already has a job waiting so she can pay. I have a good feeling about her,” Artemis smiled gleefully at her brother. 

He clicked his tongue again, he hated it when she smiled like that. Even though they were twins, they could not be more different. Artemis always went with her gut feeling and whims, Luke liked to have all the facts before deciding anything. She smiled too much, he never smiled. Luke preferred a quiet night with a good book, Artemis loved to party in all the loudest places. Yet they somehow got along perfectly well, they even lived and worked together. 

“I will try my best to not scare this one away.” Luke’s voice was as monotonous as his expression. 

He pushed his shoulder-length, unevenly cut blood-red hair out of his face. On his left hand, he always wore a black glove, even Artemis wasn’t sure why. She had tried to ask, but he would always change the topic. She was sure it had something to do with magic. Luke was extremely talented with magic, more so than anyone she had met before. Yet considering their history,  she didn’t want to press it. 

Until just a few years ago Luke was not even talking to her. They grew up in different homes, in different cities, but they had made Dawn their home together. 

Artemis dipped her finger into the sauce, “I’m glad. Let’s make her feel welcome, whenever she’s coming.”

“I still can’t believe you forgot.” Luke scowled at her as she licked up the sauce from her finger. 

The sharp sound of the doorbell disrupted their conversation. Artemis raised an eyebrow before she jumped off the countertop. She straightened her short baby pink skirt as she opened the door with a big smile on her face. She was expecting to see their new roommate. Instead, she was greeted by an all too tired, older delivery man. 

“I have a delivery. Um… For an Ellie Thorne?” He said with a yawn. 

“Oh, she’s not here, yet. I’ll take the delivery for her,” Artemis beamed, knowing that this meant their new roommate would probably be moving in soon. 

The tired delivery man pointed to five big boxes outside their door, “The elevator was out so I had to carry them all.” 

“Oh no, poor thing. Do you want some water?” Artemis stared at him with a concerned look. 

Luke wandered over to the door and stared at the boxes before he narrowed his eyes, “Just give him a nice tip and send him away,” he mumbled to Artemis. 

“That’s a good idea,” she smiled as she grabbed her purse from beside the door and fumbled around inside it. 

Luke rolled his eyes and pushed the boxes inside without much strain, he noticed how they all had cute little drawings on them. He clicked his tongue, wondering who would take their time drawing such childish things on moving boxes. It seemed ridiculous to him, these boxes were going to be recycled anyway, so why bother? 

“Is our new roommate eight years old?” Luke muttered as Artemis closed the door. 

“No? She’s nineteen, didn’t I tell you? Or did I forget? Why would she be eight?” Artemis giggled with a puzzled look on her face. 

“These drawings are like a child’s drawings.” Luke pushed the boxes all the way to their new roommate’s room. 

“What are you talking about? They are adorable, and look like they would make amazing stickers,” Artemis remarked. She wasn’t sure what he was thinking, his expression was as cold as always. 

“It does not matter, I’m going to work, and I will change before I come home if I get any blood on my clothes, alright?” Luke sighed, “And don’t eat the food until dinner, it’s not breakfast food.” He scowled at Artemis before he walked out the door. 

He felt a heaviness in his chest, he didn’t want a roommate. Yet Artemis had somehow talked him into it, and she wasn’t wrong. There were times when they were both away for longer periods and would need someone to watch their apartment. 

Luke’s face darkened and he mumbled under his breath, “As long as I can still work towards killing every vampire, it does not matter. Nothing matters until they are all gone.”

Artemis glanced at the kitchen, “Did he just leave all the washing to me?”