Katniss

"You can't leave blood in the fridge! It makes all the other food smell disgusting!"

"Well, you can't leave fur all over the bathroom floor either!" I retort.

He walks in, a small frown on his face, "Why are we eve doing this again?"

I roll my eyes, "Because Prim told me that she needed someone to look after her home when she went on her honeymoon - she never said anything about her having a puppy for a roommate."

He growls slightly, "I'm not a puppy. I'm a werewolf."

I wave my hand dismissively, "Puppy, werewolf, same thing."

"You're lucky that I love Prim enough to never bring garlic into her home."

"Ah yes, garlic, my fatal weakness," I cackle. "All it does is give us an... An 'allergic reaction' if you will."

He nods slowly. I shrug and give a sly smile, "Now what were you saying about one of my only sources of nutrition? Plus some might be Prim's - aka, the worse smelling ones."

He cocks his head to the side - puppy.

"She only takes the blood of people willing to give it - so naturally it smells worse - and she hasn't been here for a while so..."

He nods, "You?"

"I only take animal blood - much nicer. Plus I don't have to hurt a human! I can't stand injured ones... But I only take the blood of animals I'm willing to eat the meat of," I shrug.

1 week later

"Look, I don't hate your kind - vampires that is - ok? So, let's just be friends, yeah?"

"Yeah. Now that I think about it, I don't hate you guys either."

Katniss - 2 years later

I hold Peeta's hand as it happens. 2 years and I'm still not used to his cries of pains as he turns. I smile softly as I see him run off - there shouldn't be any humans around, hopefully.

I stroke his fur softly when he lies next to me, both of us protected from the world by the willow's branches. I look down to my hands and caress the engagement ring I wear like armour. I chuckle when I think of my mother's reaction when I told her.

Because who would ever think a vampire and werewolf could be friends - or more?