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nearly had a heart attack when I saw him lying there, his arms hanging listlessly over the bathtub—like a dead person.
    “Oh my God!”
    Panic struck me like a lightning bolt.
    I rushed to him, ready to slap him back to consciousness when I heard him murmur something unintelligible before readjusting himself over the tub. My pounding heart slowed when I registered that he was only sleeping. He’s fine, I thought in relief. Thankful that he wasn’t dead—and now amused with what he was doing—I smiled at the image of my Guardian Demon napping in the bathtub. He resembled an Angel sleeping there soundly, his powerfully built body much too big for the puny bathtub.
    How far you’ve fallen from grace, I thought with endearment.
    I had no idea what life was like as a Prince of Hell, but I was sure stealing naps in bathtubs wasn’t a pastime he indulged in too often. It would be cruel to wake him up.
    After deciding that it was best to let him continue with his nap, I quietly tiptoed out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. I threw a red bathrobe over my black pajamas and stepped out into the hall to look for the vending machine.  
    I walked past a communal living room where two of the three couples I saw earlier were hanging out on the couches in front of the fireplace, laughing and joking with one another. There was a preppy-looking couple wearing glasses and a rebellious-looking couple with tattoos all over their arms. Their hair was wet and they were dressed in their pajamas as well. I deduced that they must’ve been friends from the same college, taking a road trip somewhere to celebrate their break from school.  
    “Hi,” I softly greeted them as I stepped into the room and advanced towards the connecting room.
    Unlike the living room that was bright and homey, the second room was dimmer and colder. I followed a soft, mechanical humming and eventually found two vending machines standing together in the corner: a snack machine and a drink machine. It was eerily quiet in the room and I was doing my best to quickly make my purchase. I was eagerly waiting for the soda I selected to drop down when—
    Click.
    The soda can got stuck in the circular metal ring within the machine.
    “Are you kidding me?” I muttered, slamming my hand against the glass panel to jolt it down. My efforts were futile; the soda can remained stuck in its position, taunting my patience.
    “You need to apply more force to this piece of junk,” came a male voice behind me. A fist then pounded against the vending machine, shaking the can loose from its imprisonment. A clamoring sound elicited as the can hit the bottom of the vending machine, popping out from the slot below me.  
    I looked up at my unlikely savior.
    The first thing I noticed about him was his height. He was extremely tall, just an inch or so below Eclipse. He was sporting a dark gray hoodie and jeans. His spiky hair, which defied gravity with its one-inch spikes, was stylishly gelled and pointed in various directions. He had a pale, baby-like face and a big goofy smile that made him look like a giant kid. The only disturbance to his innocent persona was the piercing he had on the tip of his left eyebrow. Regardless of the alternative piercing, the innocence he radiated was unbeatable by any other.
    He reached beneath the flap of the vending machine and grabbed the soda.
    “Here you go, miss,” he said cheerily, handing me the soda can with an even goofier smile that showed off his pearly whites.
    “Thank you,” I said, unable to help but flash my own pearly whites.
    “No problem,” he voiced, maintaining his upbeat personality. “Is there anything else I can help you with today?”
    I curiously bunched my brows. I looked around and then looked back at him. “Do you work here?”
    He bounced his head in confirmation. His smile broadened, and I instantly saw the resemblance between him and another cheery character I met earlier in the day. “Yes, my parents are