Scott

I am heaven sent,
Don’t you dare forget.
I am all you’ve ever wanted,
What all the other boys all promised.
Sorry I told. I just needed you to know.
I think in decimals and dollars.
I am the cause to all your problems,
Shelter from cold. we are never alone.
Coordinate brain and mouth.
Then ask me whats it like to have
Myself so figured out.
I wish I knew..

Kendra laid on her stomach, her hands gripping the head board until her knuckles were white.  Scott laid on top of her, his body weight resting on hers, one hand tangled in the hair at the back of her head, his other hand covering one of hers, their mouths mashed together in a heated, soul searing kiss that they moaned and grunted into.  Their bodies were slick with a sheen of sweat, the sheets tangled around their legs.  It wasn’t a fast fuck, just hard and deep; an intensity in ten cities kind of fuck.  It was as much a joining of souls as a joining of bodies.  It wasn’t just a hunger, but a need.  Kendra broke the kiss when the orgasm ripped through her.  Scott soon followed, the contractions of the muscles gripping him driving him over the edge as they always did.  They cried out each other’s names in their  fervor. Their muscles all but collapsed and Scott lay barely breathing on top of her as he caught his breath again.  He kissed her shoulder before rolling off her and onto his back.  He turned his head toward her to see her watching him and smiling.  He smiled back, reached over and brushed her hair behind her ear before moving his hand back to the side of her face.  He leaned up and over, kissing her again, slowly and languidly, before laying back once more.    Kendra smiled and turned onto her side, pressing her back against him and pulling the sheets up over her chest.  Scott turned toward her, sliding one arm under her neck and resting his free hand on her hip, staring into the near darkness of the room.  He inhaled her scent and closed his eyes.

They’d met at one of the parties he and Cameron had thrown.  Another one of those spontaneous bashes that promised to destroy the weekend and wreak havoc with the workday on Monday.  She’d shown up with someone who knew someone who knew someone who might have known someone who lived there.  He’d been halfway to drunk and having a hell of a good time working his way toward the other half when he’d seen her across the room.  She was watching him, a faint smile on her face and he found himself trying to remember if he’d done something assinine, worth noting and impossible to live down, but came up blank.  Satisfied that he had at least a slim chance that she was smiling because she was interested, he made his way through the throng to her and introduced himself.  As soon as she spoke, he felt something, a “vibe” was the best way he could describe it, that drew him in.  It wasn’t love at first sight exactly.  More like love at first feel.  He forgot there were other women around.. in the world.. almost immediately and spent the rest of the night following her around, trying to impress her with his quick witted sarcasm and cynicism.  It must have worked because she spent the rest of the weekend in his bed and even let him spend it there with her.

They didn’t have everything in common, but they had similar attitudes and tempraments.  She put up with his weird Noir fetish and even participated in it.  He called her at lunch when he was working, nearly the second he got off every night.  He called her when he was getting ready for bed.  She was the first thing he thought of in the morning when he woke up, the last thing he thought of at night when he laid down to sleep and nearly every thought in between.  He’d fallen hard and fast and had no doubt she knew it, even if she didn’t feel the same.  And then he’d made the mistake of telling her.  He knew it was too soon almost as soon as he’d said the words, but it was too late to take them back.  She’d hurried him off the phone and didn’t answer for the next couple of days.  When she did, finally, it was to tell him things were moving too fast, that she needed space.  Scott had been devastated, but he wasn’t suprised by it either.  He’d known it was coming as soon as she didn’t answer the first call.  So, he gave her space and tried to get on with his life.  Apparently, he did a good job at pretending he didn’t care that much because his friends believed it.  Where other guys would turn to alcohol, drugs and rampant casual sex, Scott had a couple of one nighters and turned to his movies.

That had been a couple of years ago.  Eventually, they’d gotten back together and they’d been inseparable ever since.  Scott smiled, thinking about it.  “Hey,” he said, quietly, “you’ve gotta get ready for work.”  Kendra groaned in protest, but forced herself out of bed and headed for the shower.  Scott got up and followed her.  An hour later, they were on their way to the Fall for her shift.  Scott would take his usual table with Cameron.  Jace would be working the door.  Heather had taken off to take care of their daughter, but once in a while she picked up a shift at the club to supplement their income.  Scott liked Heather.  She was one of those girls that stripped because she wanted to, because she enjoyed it and because she felt empowered by it.  Not because she was forced to.  It never tore her down.  If anything, she was more confident as a result.  It’s what had attracted him to her during their hot and heavy albeit short lived relationship.

When Scott and Kendra walked into the Fall, he was surprised to see Cameron, Gabriel and Christopher already there, but more than that, he was surprised to see Glen and Aaron walk in behind him.

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Edward

Edward walked through the Black house searching for Damien. He watched the house maids as he moved through the halls, distracted by small details he’d never really paid attention to before. Their uniforms were barely appropriate, they all were similar in build if not height and coloring and they all wore collars and wrist cuffs. But most telling was the way they carried themselves. There was an obvious hierarchy among them and they usually kept their eyes downcast. Especially when talking to males. Edward stopped, watching one girl in particular. She was smaller and younger than the other girls. Eden’s age if she was lucky. He watched the way she moved as she went from shelf to shelf dusting books in the library. “Alexander’s favorite pet,” came a familiar voice behind him. Edward smiled. He’d heard the footsteps behind him and guessed at who they belonged to. He was glad to see that he was right. Edward turned and looked at Damien. “And which one’s yours?” he asked. Damien shrugged. “They’re all pretty much the same,” he replied. “If you want her, you’re welcome to her.” Edward shook his head. “I didn’t come here for that,” he said, walking back into the hallway. Damien smiled and walked with him. “You don’t even have to talk to them, Edward. Just walk up and touch them on the hip. Any one of them will bend over right then and there.” Edward nodded. “I’m aware.” He stopped and looked at Damien. “Actually, I came here to talk to you.” Damien nodded. “Come on. Let’s go in the kitchen.”

In the kitchen, Edward and Damien took a seat at the island with cups off coffee. “So, what’s up?” Damien asked. “You adjusting all right?” Edward nodded, taking a sip from his cup. “It’s… confusing, actually,’ Edward replied. Damien looked at him. “Other than the obvious, what’s going on?” Edward shrugged, looking at his cup. “Well… mostly, I guess, I’m confused about.. Eden.” Edward shook his head before looking at Damien and lowering his voice. “She’s my sister, but… it doesn’t *feel* like she’s my sister. I still love her as much as ever, but.. it just doesn’t feel the same.” Damien took another sip of his coffee. “So. What *does* it feel like?” Edward sighed. “Like… fucking her wasn’t as wrong as it should’ve been,” he said quietly. Damien looked at Edward. “You and *Eden*? Seriously?” Edward nodded and took another sip of his coffee. “What’s wrong with me?” he asked, his voice still low. Damien shrugged. “Who said anything is?” Edward looked at him incredulously. “She’s my *sister*, Damien. Seriously.” Damien looked at Edward. “Yeah, I’m very familiar with that particular bit of information. She’s also undead and you’re superhuman now. So.. is she *really* still your sister?” Edward smirked. “Well, I don’t know. Is Alexander still your father? Are Viktor and Lucien still your brothers?” Damien nodded. “Point taken. But.. I still can’t say anything’s wrong with you. *I* don’t have a sister so I don’t have a point of reference.”

Damien

Edward looked back at his coffee cup. “I heard her talking to Lucien. She said something about not being able to keep secrets from me anymore.” Edward shook his head. “I didn’t think she kept secrets from me.” Damien looked at him. “All people keeps secrets, Edward. From everyone.” Damien smiled. “Women keep more than anyone.” Edward nodded, sighing again. “I know. I just.. never thought of Eden as just another woman, I guess.” Damien nodded. “Maybe it’s time you did.” Edward shook his head. “She told me she’d turn me if I ever wanted her to. I have a feeling I’m going to want her to sooner rather than later.” Edward looked at Damien. “I know it’s not hers to give or her decision to make and all that. I just think I’m going to end up very much regretting this.” Damien looked at him curiously. “Why’s that?” he asked. Edward shrugged. “Because I’m already in love with her. And it’s just going to get worse from here.” Damien nodded. “I’ll send you a coupld of maids. It won’t fix it, but it’ll give you something to keep you distracted.”

Edward nodded again. “And speaking of distracted, I should get back. I still have to clean up the mess Eden made of our parents last night.” Damien nodded. “I’ll help you. I don’t have anything better to do right now.” Damien got up and headed to Lucien’s office with Edward.

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Jenna Townsend

Jenna stood in the doorway watching the unaware children play. She’d caught a snippet of conversation as she passed the room on her way to her adjoining office. Leaning against the doorjam she listened. “My daddy is a prince.” “Well mine is a king, and he’s 8 feet tall.” “Mine is 9 feet tall” “Mine is president of a company and he’s in charge.” “Mine *owns* the company.” The girls dissolved into giggles. Jenna smiled. The girls weren’t being nasty or trying to one up each other neither knew their father. They often pretended to know their dad’s and what they were like. Sometimes they were spot on.. other times they were just being silly. Jenna knew at some point she and Em would have to talk to the girls about their fathers. She also knew it would be difficult to talk to Alessandra about her dad. There hadn’t been any real discussion about Dads and why she didn’t have one. It wasn’t like she was the only kid in class that didn’t have a father.

The dad talk continued as they moved over to play with the doll house. They adopted deep voices for the daddies and high squeeky voices for kids and normal voices for mommies. They took turns playing each part. Elizabeth had daddy tucking in the baby using a deep voice, “Daddy loves his little princess. He will stay with her and keep her safe forever.” She made the male doll sit in the rocking chair and watch. When it was Alessandra’s turn she had the male doll sit in the chair where Elizabeth had left himand she put the doll that resembled her in the lap of the “daddy” doll, wrapping each doll’s around the other and pretended to have the Daddy doll sing to the little girl, Alessandra, sang in a deep voice:

Sleep, baby, sleep,
Your daddy’s away,
Sleep, baby, sleep,
And mommy will pray,
Pray for your daddy
Who sails on the sea,
Pray while I’m rocking
His babe on my knee;
May breezes blow gently
Where’er he may be,
And blow him home safely
To you and to me;
Safely, safely,
To you and to me,
To you and to me.

Jenna smiled recognizing the song she often sang to Alessandra. She smiled realizing that these girls were well adjusted and probably best friends. Jenna pushed off the wall and went to her office and settled in to some paperwork she’d been putting off.

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Emily Murray

Emily brought the kids over to Jenna’s. The kids had been playpen buddies being as they were born around the same time and Jenna had been Emily’s doctor, delivering Elizabeth only to go into labor a few days later. Jenna had cut her hours at the clinic and her office hours, she’d given up her job at the hospital as an attending physician. She’d also moved her office to her house. Emily had set up the cafe so it practically ran itself, she did ordering from home on her computer. When she had to be there Jenna babysat and Emily picked up the kids from school for Jenna. It worked for them. They were both able to keep their jobs and provide for their kids. They both knew there would come a time when they had to discuss the kids fathers with them, neither looked forward to that day. Both told their kids that their fathers had died. It wasn’t really a lie. At least not as far as Jenna was concerned, Emily had no knowledge of the vampires. All she knew was that Viktor had slept with her once and Elizabeth was the product of that. If anyone realized the child had her father’s eyes no one had said anything about it. Lucien was Alessandra’s father and Jenna knew exactly what he was. For five years Emily and Jenna had worked together to make each other’s lives easier. Emily had gone back to work at the cafe when Elizabeth started school.

Emily arrived at Jenna’s at 8 am. The kids were dressed and ready for school. Jenna would get them to school and Emily would pick them up from the bus stop later. Emily walked in and headed to the back of the house knowing Jenna would need coffee and possibly breakfast as well. The girls disappeared into Lessa’s play room. Emily smiled she could hear the girls talking and laughing. Jenna came down the back stairs. “Hey Em.” Emily smiled, “Good morning, Jenna. How was the party?” Jenna shook her head, “Typical. Boring.” Emily laughed, “No drama.” Jenna shook her head again, “Not this time.” Emily nodded, “Well.. *that* had to be a relief.” Jenna smiled, “Yeah…it was. I did see Viktor and Lucien.” Emily smiled, “Yeah… How are they.” Jenna nodded, “They seemed good. They looked good.” Emily smiled, “Yeah?” Jenna grinned, “Yeah.. Viktor looked really good, Em.” Emily nodded, “I’m sure he did. Jen, it’s been a long time. He probably doesn’t even realize I exist anymore. It was one night. We were friends before and after that he hasn’t even spoken to me.” Jenna nods, “I know Em.. I also know that Elizabeth is either his or Lucien’s and if I’m doing the math right she’s Viktor’s.” Emily blinks, “Yeah.. she is.” “Did you tell him?” “Did you tell Lucien?” It was Jenna’s turn to shake her head, “Point taken.” Emily nodded, “So what we have here is our kids are cousins.” Jenna smiles, “It would seem so.” Emily looked at Jenna, “How long have you known?” “Since her eyes changed. You aren’t going to be able to keep this secret forever.” “Neither of us are, Jenna.” “Emily….” Emily shook her head. “Don’t. It’s not going to change anything and telling him now won’t make any difference.” Jenna looks at her, “I know. I also know that Viktor at least would do what he could to help you.” Emily shakes her head, “I’m not going to have Elizabeth be an obligation.” Jenna sighs, “I understand.” Emily placed toast and coffee near Jenna. “The kids have been fed and are all set for school, lunches made and all is packed in their back packs. Jenna smiled, “Thanks Em.” “I also washed their nap stuff for school which is in there as well.” Jenna nodded, “I don’t know what I’d do without you Em.” Emily smiled, “You’d survive.” Jenna laughed, “Yeah but would Lessa?” Emily nods, “Yeah she would.” Emily smiled again, “All right I’ve got to get moving. Work calls.” Emily headed to the back door, as Jenna spoke, “I’ll pick them up and take them for dinner to give you a break.” Emily smiled, “Thanks Jen.” Emily climbed into her car and headed to the Cafe. Jenna sat and as she ate the toast contemplated the conversation until it was time to drop the kids at school.

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Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Glen, blinks, turns his attention to Hannah and Camille when Glen does, Glen smiles> Hey.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks between Aaron and Glen> Hey. How’s things?

Glen/Aaron: Same old shit. How’s it hangin’, Camille?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille shakes her head> It’s fine… but I think my sister here might need Gravesend.

Glen/Aaron: You should be careful makin’ claims like that around here. What makes you think that?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Glen> Well for starters she thinks she’s a… vampire and can extend my life.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Glen> I sorta took your advice.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah> What happened to “she’s too nice”?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shrugs> She *is*. But I figured she’s still the best option.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods, looks at Camille> So, you don’t believe in vampires, huh?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Glen> Really? No. They are stories made up to keep little children inside after dark.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> Really?
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron smirks, takes a drag of his cigarette>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah watches Glen and Camille, Camille nods> Yeah.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Aaron> What do you think, Aaron? You agree with that?
Glen/Aaron: Of course, I don’t. But.. I’m a nutjob, so what do I know?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Aaron> You know I never thought of you that way.

Glen/Aaron: Never take shit for granted, Cammie. That’s lesson number one. Including bed time stories.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille shakes her head> Oh I believe there are people out there that *think* they’re vampires, and do the blood fetish thing… but as far as Dracula and the whole “I von to suck your blood” bit. not so much. <shrugs> I also don’t believe in Santa and the Easter bunny either.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen arches a brow> Now.. that’s just insulting. Lumping vampires in with Santa and the Easter Bunny like that. <reaches down between his legs, touching the shadow on the tombstone he’s perched on with his first two fingers, pulls his fingers away like he’s drawing in the air, the shadow following the trail of his fingers like water> Very insulting.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille watches Glen, blinks, Hannah smiles> Cam, you shouldn’t do that you know.
Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Hannah> Do what? <Hannah smiles> Insult vampires, especially vampires you don’t know. They’re liable to <shrugs> Eat you.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods, moving his fingers into a heart shape that he fills with shadow> I call this “Heart of Darkness”. <looks at Hannah> Nice, huh?

Hannah/Camille: Yeah… How’d you do that?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Camille> Do what?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at the heart> That.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks over> You forgot the crown of thorns. <reaches over, dips his fingers into the shadows and pulls bits and pieces around to make the heart look like it’s surrounded by a thorny vine>
Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> It’s easy. But you gotta be special.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Hannah> Can you do that too? <Hannah shrugs> I’ve never tried. <Camille looks at Glen> Does she do that too?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> Dunno. <moves his hand through the heart, dispelling it, wills the shadows back to where they belong, takes another drag of his cigarette> Everyone’s got shadows, Cam. Just some of us have darker shadows than others. And not all of us are in touch with them.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille frowns> What does it have to do with Vampires?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> Well.. that’s where the “special” part comes in.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Camille> For the love of satan.. What has to happen? Do you have to get bitten to believe? <Camille blinks> Uh… no.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Aaron> Care to enlighten her?
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron nods, pulls his reading glasses out of his coat pocket and puts them on, begins pacing> Vampires. Aka, the undead. Aka, the walking dead. Aka, leeches. Aka, parasites. Aka, things our parents told us to scare us. Vampires origins are as varied as the beliefs surrounding them. Common themes, however, are that they are soulless, demonic or have sold their souls. They also have certain abilities and their blood has mystical properties to keep them animated and from decaying as a normal corpse should. While all vampires have certain powers in common, as well as certain weaknesses, vampires also have abilities that are unique to them based on their traits and natural abilities before being turned.
Glen/Aaron: Consider these their.. signature.. powers. Like serial killers often have unique rituals that identify their work.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Aaron, leans against a head stone while Hannah goes to stands beside Glen>
Hannah/Camille: <Camille> Okay.. still..

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Camille> Still, what?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille> You’re spouting off information that can probably be found anywhere on vampire mythology.

Glen/Aaron: I’m “spouting off” information that happens to be very accurate and comes from very reliable sources.
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron shrugs> You asked if Hannah could do it, too. I am *trying* to explain to you that the ability to manipulate shadows is Glen’s unique signature power.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille frowns> But you did it.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron rolls his eyes> Of course, I did. Because I’m his ghoul.

Hannah/Camille: Which is what I want you to be for me.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron starts pacing again> Ghouls. The “human” servants of vampires. Created by drinking the vampire’s blood. Ghouls must drink the vampire’s blood at least once a month. While the blood is in their system, the aging process slows significantly, causing us to age at a rate of one year per every 25 human years. We are also super humanly strong and resistant to disease and infection. We heal at a supernatural rate making it nearly impossible to kill ourselves using the usual methods.
Glen/Aaron: Oh.. and we also have certain vampiric abilities but to a lesser degree.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Aaron then Hannah and back to Aaron> Why? <looks at Glen, then to Hannah> Why do you want me to become a…. ghoul?

Glen/Aaron: Isn’t it obvious? They can’t move around during the day. They’re essentially dead and helpless. They need someone to be their eyes and ears. Their hands. They need someone to watch over them and keep them safe when they are at their most vulnerable.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Camille> You’re the person I trust the most.
Hannah/Camille: <Camille blinks> But I’m not… I don’t think I could do it. <looks at Glen>

Glen/Aaron: You’d get to go to all the vampire parties. And you’d be in good company. Eden has Edward. Lucien and Viktor have Damien and Mikhail. Morose has Anguish. Genja has Constantine. Are you seeing the theme here?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille nods> Glen has you.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron shrugs> I’m the anomaly. As usual.

Hannah/Camille: I didn’t mean it like that… I meant… it doesn’t have to be family.
Hannah/Camille: <Camille blinks> Wait all those people…*Eden* is a vampire? <shakes her head> I mean..if I believed..
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Glen> Yes… and I bet none of them had to go through this shit to get their brothers to help them.

Glen/Aaron: If we’re lying, we’re either ridiculously asshole-ish, we’re *all* drinkin’ the Kool Aid or we all belong in Gravesend. You decide which.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen hops off his perch, walks over to Camille, takes her hand and places it to his chest, looks at her> What do you feel?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles, Camille looks up at him> N…nothing.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> Nothing. Nurse Camille feels nothing. Think I could fake that?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille shakes her head> No.. you shouldn’t … <blinks and looks at Hannah, who nods> Yep.. same for me… I’m dead too.

Glen/Aaron: And I could stand here and completely vamp out for you, but.. honestly, I just don’t feel like it. It’s the more subtle shit that gets under your skin, that you can’t dismiss. And even if you *can* reason it away, it sticks with you, makes you keep comin’ back to it.
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron nods, quietly> That’s the shit you dream about.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> You could bite her. <smiles> Maybe a little pain..or pleasure…might jump start her.

Glen/Aaron: I could eat somethin’.

Hannah/Camille: What’re you worried about if Vampires don’t exist.. the most he’ll do is nibble your neck.

Glen/Aaron: Nothin’ I’ve never done before.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Glen, almost smiles> There is that… but you weren’t ..<blinks> were you?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head> No. <looks at her> If you think about it, I think you’ll know when I turned.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at him and blinks> Right before we broke up?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods> Yeah.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> Couple of weeks before I moved out.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille quietly> Why didn’t you tell me what happened?

Glen/Aaron: *This* is why. Cuz you would’ve said *I* needed to a trip to Gravesend. And I didn’t have anyone backin’ me up at the time.
Glen/Aaron: That and I was just tryin’ to cope.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at him, nods> All right… I understand that. But why me… why now? <looks at Hannah> Why do you need a … ghoul *now*.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shurgs> I guess I’ve been mooching off Aaron too long now.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Camille> Walk with me.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks over at Aaron and nods> All right.
Hannah/Camille: <Camille walks over to him>

Glen/Aaron: Vampires get lonely. They’re isolated. Living between worlds. Not really alive and not really dead either. Feeding off the society they used to be part of. My theory is that choosing ghouls from family isn’t just about who they can trust. It’s about holding on to what they once were. Their humanity, that kind of thing. Who better to remind them of the people they were then the people who know them the best?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille nods> I can understand that. <looks up at him> What’s it like?

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron shrugs> Your Hannah’s connection to the world of the living. <looks at her> Being a ghoul?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille nods> Yes.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron shrugs again, takes off his glasses and puts them back in his pocket> I guess it depends on who you are. For me, it’s cool. I’ve got a purpose. Something to do. I’m not alone in the world. It’s fun, sometimes. Fucking with the humans that know. But it’s also a huge fucking responsibility. And sometimes it’s scary. But one thing that’s constant… we’re human 2.0. Better than other humans.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at him, softly> Loneliness, I understand. <quietly> They’re real.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron nods>

Hannah/Camille: <Camille closes her eyes> She thinks I’m too nice though.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at her> Why does that bother you?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille opens her eyes> If I’m too nice she won’t trust me to keep her safe.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron nods> So… maybe it’s not about protection for her so much as just having you around.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille nods> Maybe.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah> What do you think?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shrugs> I don’t know… I think once she gets her head around it she’ll come around. <looks at him> I know she’s never stopped loving you. and she’s always been fond of Aaron.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head, takes a drag of his cigarette> Maybe. But I know she didn’t *like* me much at the end, there. <looks over at Aaron and Camille> Not that many people did.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods and follows his look> No.. they couldn’t understand what happened why you’d gone from the laid back friendly guy to this dark person they didn’t understand and people fear what they don’t understand.

Glen/Aaron: I’m strangely okay with that. And speaking of dark people no one understands… remember when we were talkin’ about Alexander at the party?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> I do.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods> I wanna take him out.
Glen/Aaron: The way I see it, Old Town has one too many vampires now. And Alexander’s got most of them sucking at his tit. And that’s too much power for one vampire to have. And I don’t like the Circle gettin’ a vote in everything I do or that Alexander has *any* control over human politics whatsoever.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at him> I couldn’t agree with you more on that.

Glen/Aaron: And I’m thinkin’ Peyton, at least, just might agree, too.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> I think you’re right about that one. <smiles> You gonna turn her, too?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smirks> Not.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> So how are we gonna go about doing this?

Glen/Aaron: I’ve been tryin’ to work that out. I’m thinkin’ day time is the best. Lucien and Viktor are sleeping, Mikhail’s at the store. We’d have to get someone to let us in the back door. Take the servant’s stairs to the attic. We just have to get past Damien and what little household staff there is. But even if we can manage that, takin’ out Alexander, even in daylight, is gonna be a bitch. My best plan so far is to have Aaron do it. Sneak him in and take all the boards off the windows up there.
Glen/Aaron: Drag the coffin into the sunlight and open the bitch up. And I’m not sure Aaron could do it fast enough to take out Alexander before Alexander took *him* out. Cuz even with the sun up, Alexander can still use his mental abilities to jack Aaron’s shit up. On the upside, it’s not like he’s a thousand years old.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> and if we can get Camille on board.. she could help.. <smiles> And Peyton.. but I’m not sure about her I mean for all we know he’s gonna bind her or has already.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods> Exactly.

Hannah/Camille: Is there anyone he can’t affect?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head> I don’t know.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shakes her head> Shit.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah> What sucks is that I don’t think anyone knows the true extent of his abilities but an attack on him is sure as shit gonna show us.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> Yeah it will so maybe we get someone else to go after him first.
Hannah/Camille: looksat him> Test his powers.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods> But who could we get that would be *that* stupid? Seriously?
Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her> I do have another plan but it’s a little messier.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> I’m listening.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> Blow up the house.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shakes her head> That has the potential to take them all out.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods> Like I said. Messier.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her> I’m willing to bet that Peyton *isn’t* bound. I mean.. if she were, she wouldn’t have challenged him like that.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> Probably not.. but if we blow the house there’s *no* way she’ll go for that… not as close to the others as she is.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron tells Camille about the party while they walk>

Hannah/Camille: <Camille listens nodding and making comments where appropriate>

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head> If we blow the house it doesn’t matter if she’s bound or not. <looks at her> But she *might* be inclined to let us in. Especially if the *others* are bound to Alexander and she understands that taking him out will release them.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> She might. So we need to get to her before *he* does.

Glen/Aaron: That’s what I’m thinkin’, yeah.

Hannah/Camille: So tell me what happens if you make a Ghoul who doesn’t want to be made a ghoul.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her, smiles> Well.. then you have a pissed off ghoul. For a couple of nights, anyway. Until the blood wears them down.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah softly> So you’re thinking I should turn her regardless?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head> I think you should wait and see what she does. She might surprise you.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at him> You think? <smiles> I guess she might.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her> She’s a strong girl, Hannah. Always has been.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> I’d trust her to watch *my* back.

Hannah/Camille: <Hanna nods> I know.. and I trust her… <smiles> You might have to as some point. <looks at him>

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her curiously> What do you mean?

Hannah/Camille: <hannah quietly> If something incapacitates Aaron.. you might have to trust Cam. Can I ask you something? Why didn’t you make her your Ghoul?

Glen/Aaron: Seriously? Too many.. relationship issues. When I decided I needed one.. we weren’t together anymore. I mean, what was I gonna do? Show up on the doorstep after not talking to her for almost a year and say, “hey, I’m a vampire and I want you to be my inhuman servant”?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> I guess not.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods, takes another drag>
Glen/Aaron: Besides.. with Aaron, I don’t have to worry about him wanting out cuz he’s into some guy or somethin’.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> There is that. <smiles> But do you miss it though?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her> Miss what?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shrugs> Being close to someone.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head> Sometimes.

Hannah/Camille: You know I fed from this guy tonight that I totally would have fucked before.. but all I was interested in was his blood.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her> That really doesn’t surprise me.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shakes her head, shrugs> Do you ever fuck for the sake of fucking?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head>Not anymore.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah quietly> Do you ever *want* to?

Glen/Aaron: I did in the beginning. Like.. all the time. You know how the change makes you feel. Like you’re superhuman and indestructible. But.. then I started thinking bigger. Thinkin’ about things like how I was still alone when I went home. And the politics. But.. yeah. Sometimes, I want to.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> Thank you…

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her curiously> For what?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> Letting me know it’s not abnormal for me to *want* to.

Glen/Aaron: We’re still animals, babe. Just of a different nature. We still want to dominate, we still lust, we still want to be loved and we still want to love someone. In fact, I’d say we probably want it *more*.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> And that’s why it’s harder for *us* when we don’t have it. The irony is that no matter how much a human loves us, they will never be able to love us as much as we love them.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods and looks at him> So stay away from humans.

Glen/Aaron: I didn’t say that. I was just making a statement. Any relationships we have carry the potential to be utterly devastating to us. Human or otherwise.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at him, then over to where Camille and Aaron are, smiles> Got it.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her> They also have a greater potential to become obsessions.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> I can see it.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods, takes a drag>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at him> So when are you thinking about doing the old man?

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron starts walking back toward them with Camille>
Glen/Aaron: The sooner, the better but not until we have a rock solid plan. I don’t wanna lose anyone in the process and I wanna make sure our asses are covered.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> All right.

Glen/Aaron: I also wanna keep outside involvement to a minimum. The less people that know what we’re planning, the less risk we take that someone’s gonna try and get in our way.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> Yeah.. I agree with that one. So you me and I’m assuming Aaron knows.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah quietly> I’m either gonna turn her tonight or erase her memories of it.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her> Erase her memories? Why?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah quietly> I don’t want her to remember this us and have it used against her later possibly.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods hesitantly> All right.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at him> What is it?

Glen/Aaron: I just think it sucks. Yanno? I mean, I get where you’re comin’ from and I agree with you, but.. at the same time.. tonight she got answers. Answers that she probably needed. About me and her *and* you and her.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> I know.. maybe I can let her keep that much of it?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head> Let her keep that much and you may as well let her keep it all.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah sighs> Fuck.

Glen/Aaron: I know. But.. it’s her comfort or her possible survival and ours later.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah quietly> I know.. So maybe she’ll agree and we won’t have to worry about it.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen nods> Maybe. <looks at her> And maybe.. if she doesn’t.. you can make her believe she doesn’t feel anything for me any more.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> I could do that.. <quietly>I only wish I could do it for you too.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shakes his head> It’s cool.

Hannah/Camille: All right. Here’s hopin’.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles, holds up his crossed fingers>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> I’m glad you turned me Glen.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at her, smiles> Me, too, actually. If nothing else, at least you keep things interesting.

Hannah/Camille: And here I thought I was gettin’ boring.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles more broadly> Yeah, right. People can say a lot of shit about you, babe, but boring is not one of them.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> Babe. it’s only because of the company I’ve been keeping.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron stops in front of them>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles at Aaron>
Hannah/Camille: <Camille stands off a little ways>

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Hannah> I explained shit to her. Answered some questions. Told her about the party tonight to give her an idea about what shit’s like. <shrugs> Rest is up to you.

Hannah/Camille: All right. Thanks Aaron. How do you think she’s feelin’ about it now?

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron half smiles> She’s worried you won’t trust her to keep you safe.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah> That’s a good sign.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah blinks>*That’s* the reason I want her.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Glen and nods>

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks confused which is a look Glen totally does not recognize thus becoming confused himself, Aaron looks at Hannah> You want her because you don’t trust her to keep you safe?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shakes her head> No.. because I trust her that much.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron nods> Right. Well.. maybe you should explain that to her, then.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> I will.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Glen> I’m gonna need your help. I don’t know how to do this.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> I’ll do what I can, babe.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah hops off the stone she’s sitting on and walks over to Camille>I trust you that’s the reason I want you to do this. I need you to do it Cam. <Camille looks at Hannah> Really? <Hannah nods> Yes. You are too nice.. but that’s not a bad thing. Not really. <Camille nods> Okay Hannah I’ll do it. <Hannah smiles and hugs Camille, takes her hand and leads her back over to the guys>

Glen/Aaron: *You* shoulda been that easy.
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron smirks> Then you wouldn’t have appreciated me as much as you do now.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah and Camille stop in front of the boys, Camille quietly> I’m gonna do it.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles, Aaron nods>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> All right, I know she’s gotta drink my blood.. but that’s about all I know.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen watches Camille, to Hannah> Well, that’s basically all there is to it. Plus, you have to *want* it to change her. You have to will it. So, just concentrate on the desired effect.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah reaches into her boot and pulls out a penknife, drags it across her wrist> Drink Cam. <holds her wrist out to Camille who takes Hannah’s wrist and puts it to her lips, drinks a few swallows as Hannah closes her eyes and wills Cam to change, Camille suddenly gasps and drops to her knees, letting go of Hannah’s wrist>

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron and Glen watch in silence, having witnessed this before>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah quietly> Is she okay? <Camille doubles over on herself as Hannah’s blood burns through her>

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah> She’s fine. Just give her a couple of minutes.
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Hannah> It passes pretty quickly. Her body’s changing to accommodate her new abilities and greater strength.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods, Camille’s body tenses and then relaxes, she looks up at them and climbs to her feet>
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles at Camille> Better? <Camille nods> Yeah. Thanks.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Camille, to Hannah> So.. is she going to stay in the apartment or with us?
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Glen, smiles> Oh. Awkward.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah shrugs> I don’t know.. I mean. <Camille quietly> I’ll stay in the apartment. <Hannah looks at her> Except one of your things is to protect your vampire. <Camille nods> So move back. <Hannah shakes her head> I like it here.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah looks at Glen> You’re the leader of this band of merry misfits. <Smiles> What do you think?
Glen/Aaron: <Glen ignores Aaron> You guys figure it out. I’m cool either way.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> She’s here with us. <Camille nods> All right.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Camille> Just don’t expect a lot of conversation during the day. On the other hand, if there’s a problem, there’s two of us to deal with it.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> Not to mention.. <stops, blinks, looks at Aaron> Did you tell her about the… um.. “side effects”?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille nods and smiles> Yeah… no… conversation. Got it.

Glen/Aaron: Side affects? Oh. *That*.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen sighs> I’m guessing that’s a no.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen grabs Hannah’s hand, drags her away from the other two, lowers his voice> Um.. yeah, so.. there’s this little issue of increased libido we failed to mention to her.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah bursts out laughing> Oh shit.

Glen/Aaron: Yeah. “Oh shit” is about what I was thinkin’.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> Guess you guys are gonna be busy.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen blinks> *Guys*?

Hannah/Camille: <Camille looks at Aaron her eyes darkening to a deep pine green> What Side effects Aaron? <Her pupils dilating, as she walks closer to him, Hannah> Yeah you and Aaron.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen arches a brow> Yeah.. um. I’m not so sure about that.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> What do you mean?

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron looks at Camille> The ones where you wanna fuck everything with a cock in a four block radius. All at the same time.
Glen/Aaron: <Glen shrugs> I’m gonna be sleeping during the day.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille smiles and steps closer to him> Oh *that*.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> Yeah but not at night.

Glen/Aaron: This should be interesting. Aaron hasn’t fucked anyone for.. well.. I *think* since he and Ciara split up.
Glen/Aaron: <Aaron arches a brow at Camille> Hussy.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> Well let’s see what happens.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah like she’s high> That’s pretty much a given. Considering it’s been a few *years* since he’s been laid and *he’s* been dealing with the increased libido issues for a couple of those years.. I think we can pretty much bet on what’s going to happen.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille stops in front of Aaron, shrugs> Not really. <looks up at him her eyes slowly raking over his body, her voice drops to a low sultry growl> You gonna turn me down, baby.
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles at Glen> It’s Aaron though.. he never does what you think he’s going to do.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron watches her, trying to process what’s happening>
Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah, smiles> Still. He’s a guy. Testosterone overrides *everything*.

Hannah/Camille: <Camille stands on her toes and puts her arms around his neck, kisses him deeply and without restraint>
Hannah/Camille: <Hannah whispers to Glen> I’ve never seen her do that.

Glen/Aaron: <Aaron tenses visibly, his eyes wide as she kisses him, resists for as long as he can before he can’t anymore, wraps his arms around her and kisses her back with just as much enthusiasm>
Glen/Aaron: <Glen looks at Hannah> I have. Just not to other guys. What say we go inside and leave them to work shit out?

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah nods> Okay.. <looks over at him, arching her brow> Wanna work some shit out?

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles> The last time *we* “worked some shit out” you got infected.

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah smiles> Yeah but unless you’ve got a stake hidden up your sleeve, that can’t happen again.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen smiles slyly> It’s not what’s hidden in my sleeves that you’ve gotta worry about.

Hannah/Camille: I’m countin’ on it.

Glen/Aaron: <Glen takes her hand> Come on. Let’s go see if we can’t redecorate the basement. <starts for the church>

Hannah/Camille: <Hannah goes with him>

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Glen

Aaron

Glen sat perched on a tombstone in the graveyard behind the church watching Aaron who sat on a crypt, twisting the ring around his left ring finger. They were silent for the most part, each lost in their own thoughts. Aaron was thinking about Eden’s turning while Glen was thinking about much, much more. Not the least of which was Aaron himself. Glen nodded towards Aaron’s hands as he took a drag off his cigarette; a habit held over from his breathing days. “Why do you still wear that, man? What’s the point? It’s been years,” he asked. Aaron looked down at the ring, realizing he was fiddling with it for the first time and stood, shoving his hands in his pockets as he shrugged. “I wore it so long, I feel weird without it,” he replied. Glen raised his eyes to Aaron’s face. “So.. what is it, then? Like a talisman or something?” he asked with genuine curiousity. Aaron shook his head. “No,” he said. “It’s a reminder.” Glen nodded, knowing what Aaron meant. It was a reminder that Aaron had once been human, had once had a family, a life. Something more than this. Something they both knew was beyond his reach now. But while this wasn’t much, it was better than nothing. Glen looked off into the distance. “When I first got turned,” he began, “I tried holding on to my old life. Kept goin’ to work, pouring people drinks, smiling. All that crap. I listened to the people tellin’ me how shitty their lives were. They lost their job, their girlfriend was cheating on them or had left. They were broke. Same story every time. And I started realizing, gradually, that I’d heard all the same shit before. And usually from the same people.”

Glen took another drag from his cigarette and exhaled into the darkness, watching the grey smoke dance through the weak light of the street lamps. “The same people who couldn’t pay their bills cuz they’d lost their jobs always seemed to have just enough cash to down a bottle or two, spend on the strippers, whatever. And it always seemed to be the same girlfriends cheating on the same guys who didn’t kick them to the curb or who were tellin’ me their story while I was makin’ the drink they bought for the girl at the end of the bar.” Aaron looked over, listening to Glen as he talked, unwilling to ruin one of Glen’s few moments of self revelation. Glen shook his head. “And after a couple of weeks of that, I started thinkin’… fuck you. I started thinkin’ how stupid and petty their problems were. I started thinkin’ that half of ‘em didn’t have the first clue what *real* pain and tragedy were like. I thought about my family, how they were all taken out in that accident on the highway cuz some half asleep truck driver hit an ice patch and took off the top of their minivan with his trailer, and how I got up night after night and forced myself to smile for these people, to make them feel a little better about their shit lives. I thought about how I couldn’t keep a girlfriend cuz there was always some asshole that had more free time on his hands and was better at bein’ a dick than I was. About how I busted my ass at two jobs to keep a roof over my head because I wasn’t any better at keepin’ a roommate. And all the sympathy I used to have started fading. The more I thought about it, the more pissed off I got about it. At them.” Glen hit his cigarette again. “So, one night, when I’d had enough and was listening to yet another douchebag whine about his girlfriend fuckin’ around on him, I slammed the bottle down on the bar, looked him in the eye and said, ‘yanno what? I really don’t give a shit. Go home and cry to your mother or your sister or daddy, cuz at least you have one. Go call one of your fuckin’ friends, cuz you actually have time for a social life you jobless fuck. And quit bitchin’ to me about how broke you are cuz you won’t get off your ass and get *one* job while I’m standin’ here serving *your* sorry ass at *both* my jobs.’ And I walked out. Just like that, in the middle of the shift, I walked my fuckin’ ass right out of the bar.”

Glen looked over at Aaron. “I started walkin’. I wasn’t goin’ anywhere in particular, I just didn’t wanna go back to an empty apartment. And when I stopped walkin’, I looked up and found myself here. In front of the church my family used to drag me to every Sunday when I was growin’ up. The church my mother cried over when they abandoned it for the newer building over by the residential area.” Glen turned his attention to the church, his thoughts going back to that night, his voice distant as he lost himself to the memories. “I walked in and it was *so* dark. I walked up to the dais and looked up at the giant crucifix that hung from the ceiling. And I started chewing Christ a new one. At one point, I threw up my arms and yelled, ‘why have you forsaken me?’. And at that moment, the moment when I threw my arms up, these.. tendrils.. of black.. shot up from the darkness around my feet, grabbed a hold of the crucifex and tore it from the ceiling. And they held it there, while more tendrils wrapped around the figure of Christ, ripped him from the cross and threw him to the ground, shattering him against the stone.” Glen smiled but there was no joy in it. “And suddenly, the shadows around me, around the inside of the church, started moving, wrapping around me like a blanket. And it felt… amazing.” Glen looked at Aaron. “That was the first hint I had that I could manipulate them. So, I packed my shit up and moved out of the loft without sayin’ shit to Hannah and Camille and moved in here. I started working with the shadows obsessively, honing my skill. And the better I got, the less I cared about the world outside and the people in it. The more detached I became. Until one night, Hannah came banging on the door demanding an explanation, demanding to know what the fuck was goin’ on with me. So.. knowing she was stubborn as fuck and would *never* go away, I brought her in and I showed her. And then I turned her.” Glen shook his head. “Not just to give her incentive to keep the secret, but because she’s an ambitious little bitch, but she’s not stupid about it. She’s not the kind of girl who will stake you in the heart and keep all the power for herself. She’s the kind of girl that understands there’s safety in numbers and power taken is better held with an army than with nothing.”

Aaron nodded as he listened. Glen looked at Aaron again. “That was goin’ on while you and Ciara were fallin’ apart. I used to watch her come into Tramps and the Confessional after she left you. I used to watch her smiling and having a good time, hooking up with one guy or another, moving on with her life while you were holed up in that cabin in the preserve. And after I turned Hannah, we started goin’ out to the same places as everyone else and I’d watch Ciara doin’ the same old shit and everyone else. I watched them through your isolation. I watched them smile and move on with only the briefest of pauses when Tara’s body was found butched in that alley. The world just kept turning. And it reminded me of my life. How my life had all but stopped, swallowed up by the job and all the meaningless shit while everyone else’s kept on keepin’ on. I started realizing that neither one of us had any family left. That we’d both been through some similar shit. And that’s when I decided to find you.” Glen smiled and shook his head. “I remember when I found your Grizzly Adams lookin’ ass in that cabin. Hair halfway to your waist, beard that wasn’t much shorter. I remember watching you talkin’ to the shadows… to the things in them. You didn’t even realize I was there at first. And when you did, you thought I was one of them. I remember dragging your ass out of there and bringing you here.” Glen looked at Aaron. “It might not be much, but it’s better than nothin’. I couldn’t give you back your life, but I could give you a purpose.”

Aaron nodded again. “Nice speech,” he said non-comittally. “Now.. tell me the punch line.” Glen smiled again. “The punch line is… we’re takin’ out Alexander.”

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Hannah

Camille

Glen and Hannah left the party then Hannah went to find food. She’d gotten good at feeding over the years and it didn’t take her long to find her prey. She’d learned to disconnect and not kill. It had been incredibly difficult to overcome. It was their basest instinct. She was limited to the commercial district for hunting, something that somewhat cramped her style, but she was okay with it. She hadn’t gone far when she spotted the good looking man leaving a nondescript bar. Hannah could tell he had a buzz on, she could also tell he’d been rejected many times over the course of the evening. The fact that he was leaving the bar alone told her that much. She stumbled over to him knowing exactly which ploy she’d be using tonight. She “accidently” bumped into him as she passed, looked over at him and blinked. Smiling she looked him over blatantly, “Hey Gorgeous.” He looked her over, “Like what you see, sweetheart.” Hannah smiled brilliantly, “I can appreciate the male form in all of it’s shapes.” The man looked her over and arched a brow, “You out here all alone?” Hannah nodded, “Yeah, my boyfriend and I had a fight. He left me here.” Hannah shook her head, “He does that sometimes.” The guy looked at her, she could see the pity in his eyes, “If you were mine, I wouldn’t leave you for a second.” Hannah smiled sweetly, her eyes drifting from his to the full lips, her own lips parting, he read the response and was on her, pushing her back against the wall. Hannah went with it, giving him a chance to get into his groove, as soon she felt him go for her shirt she turned the tables, he was against the wall and she was feeding. She drank deeply from him, her body pressing against his as his hands moved over her back. Hannah licked the wound closed, looked him in the eye. “You will remember you picked a dark haired girl up in the bar, you fucked in the alley, it was good but not so good that you got her number. You will go home and sleep off the hangover. Go now.” Hannah watched as the man walked away.

She went to her sister’s house, the apartment she used to share with Glen and Camille. Camille wasn’t home. Not yet. She would be any second. Hannah let herself in and sprwaled on the couch, her feet propped on the coffee table. She’d had some good times here. She remembered the night Morose had come home from Portland and come here, that was the night they’d decided they were a couple. She remembered the dinners here with Glen, before he’d gotten together with Camille. She smiled as she waited for her sister. Camille didn’t know what she was or even that vampires existed. Hannah would have to tell her and possibly even vamp out on her for her to believe. Hannah heard Camille’s key in the lock and waited for her to come in.

Camille entered the apartment carrying grocery bags. She wasn’t expecting Hannah and Hannah didn’t make herself known. She waited for Camille to notice her sitting on the couch. Camille headed for the kitchen. Hannah could hear her putting the things away, the rattle of the fridge door and the thunk as it closed, the opening and closing of cabinets. She heard Camille’s movements as she put coffee on and then the footsteps as she headed toward the living room. Hannah turned as Camille entered the room and screamed. “Jesus, Hannah. I didn’t hear you come in.” Hannah shook her head, “Really, Cam. You should pay more attention to your surroundings.” Camille shook her head, as Hannah continued, “I’ve been here since you walked in. If I’d've wanted I could have killed you already and been gone.” Camille blinked, “Hannah! What the hell?” Hannah shrugged, “Camille, I have some things to talk to you about but…not here. You should come see where I’ve been living.” Camille sighed, “Now? Can’t this wait until tomorrow? I’m really tired Hannah.” “It’ll be the same tomorrow as well. This is the only time we can do it. At night.” Camille looked confused, “Why?” Hannah sighed dramatically, “Because this is the only time I can get out.” Camille nodded assent, “All right, Hannah.”

The girls left the apartment, catching up as they went to the abandoned church. Camille looked up at the church. “Here?” Hannah nodded as she led Camille inside, “With Glen and Aaron.” Camille looked around glancing at Hannah occasionally, “Why? It’s creepy as hell and the way the shadows move in the candle light…is just spooky.” Hannah nodded, “It’s great isn’t it?” Camille shook her head, “What’s happened to you Hannah?” Hannah led Camille to a pew, “That’s part of what we need to talk about.” Hannah sat on the hard wooden pew, Camille sat next to her, and looked over at her younger sister. “I’ve changed Cam. I’m not what I used to be.” Camille nodded, “That much is obvious.” Hannah continued, “No Camille, you don’t understand. I’m not human anymore.” Camille looked at Hannah closely, her nurses training taking over. “Hannah, are you feeling all right?” Hannah smiled, “Yes, I feel fine.” “Are you sure? I mean you’ve always been…uh… ambitious.” Hannah nodded, “I know. And now I’m an ambitious vampire.”

Camille blinked, “What did you just say to me?” Hannah smiled, “You heard me, Cam.” Camille shook her head, “Vampires don’t exist, Hannah.” Hannah responded by bearing her fangs in a smile so wicked that Camille screamed and scurried away from Hannah. “How do you like me *now*?” Camille’s jaw worked but nothing came out. Hannah quietly, “Camille, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m telling you because I need your help. I can give you a longer life. Make you stronger.” Camille shook her head again, “Does Glen know?” Hannah nodded, “He’s the one that turned me.” Camille softly, “I don’t want to be a … vampire.” “I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about ghouling you. You’re the only one I trust, Cam.” Camille frowned, “No.. no way… you want to turn me into Renfield. No.” Hannah rolled her eyes, “No Camille. Not Renfield. You’d be able to have kids, and a family. You’d take care of me during the day when I sleep. You’d…” Hannah sighed, “Come on let’s go find Glen. He can probably explain it better.” The girls stood and headed deeper into the church.

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Ava: <comes to the top of the stairs> Hey baby. <smiles down at him> Payne, is asleep.

Sorrow: <looks up at the sound of her voice, smiles> I’ll go see him in a couple of minutes. Tell me there’s coffee.

Ava: Freshly brewed. And dinner .

Sorrow: <nods> Good. I’m starving. <heads into the kitchen and makes himself a cup of coffee>

Ava: <comes down, pulls his dinner from the oven where it’s been warming, smiles>

Sorrow: <takes a sip of coffee, walks over to her, kisses her as he takes the plate, heads over to the table> How was your night?

Ava: <smiles> It was good. Quiet. Payne and I did homework, made dinner, he took his shower and we watched a movie. How was your’s?

Sorrow: <takes a seat at the table, putting the coffee and plate down, smiles as he picks up his fork> Quiet. <looks at her> Quieter than usual. I guess it’s that party Morose was telling us about.

Ava: <nods> Probably. Some big thing Lucien’s giving.

Sorrow: <nods, takes a bite> I’m glad he’s still a gossip whore.

Ava: <smiles> Me too. I mean he’s where *I* get my information from.. well him, you and Rad. I still haven’t found anything more about it though.

Sorrow: <nods> All he knew was that they were celebrating a birthday or something.

Ava: <looks at him> He’ll probably be sending pictures soon.

Sorrow: <looks at her> If they let him. <smiles> If vampires even show up on film.

Ava: <shakes her head> Seriously.
Ava: <smiles> You would know better than most of us. <grins> *Do they?

Sorrow: <smiles again> Well.. *I* haven’t been able to catch anyone to get a picture, except Glen. And he didn’t. I have noticed that Lucien shows reflections in mirrors at the Confessional, but Glen doesn’t. So, I’m thinking it might be a case by case thing.

Ava: <looks at him> All the better to sneak up and bite you. Especially in a club setting.

Sorrow: <nods, talking in between bites of food and sips of coffee> I’ve been taking notes on them, keeping an eye on them when I see them out. <smiles> Doing everything short of stalking them outright.

Ava: I’m surprised you don’t honestly. Ever since Morose was turned.

Sorrow: I wanted to, but.. common sense and my sense of self preservation actually overrode my curiosity.
Sorrow: <looks at her> I’m *still* trying to get my head around the fact that they’re *real*.

Ava: <nods> I know. <smiles> Though Anguish is rather ghoulish.

Sorrow: <laughs> How fucking poetic is *that*?

Ava: <smiles> It’s perfect. And considering all those stories of Anguish terrorizing Morose as a child. *perfect*. I haven’t seen either of them tonight.

Sorrow: <nods> Anguish probably had to go to that party with him.

Ava: <nods> True. <smiles> Do you remember how Terrified Shay was of the bodies in the basement? I wonder if she still is?

Sorrow: <laughs> I’d think she’d be *more* afraid of them, now. <smiles> Especially since Morose sleeps down there.

Ava: <smiles> You’d think. She’s not known for her common sense though.
Ava: <Payne tiptoes into the kitchen and stands behind Sorrow, reaches over and grabs his shoulders> Boo!

Sorrow: True. You. onto his lap, hugs him> What’re you doing up?

Ava: <Payne wraps his arms around Sorrow’s neck> I wanted to See you before I fell asleep.

Sorrow: <smiles, kisses Payne’s temple> I was gonna come up and see you in a minute. I got home late.
Sorrow: <looks at Ava like “how much do you think he heard?”>

Ava: <Ava shakes her head, smiles, Payne> I know… <smiles at him> I just missed you, Daddy.

Sorrow: <looks at Payne, smiles> I missed you, too.

Ava: <Payne smiles> Mommy said If I go to bed like I’m supposed to when Uncle Anguish and Uncle Morose come by she’ll let me get up and see them for a little while.

Sorrow: I don’t think they’re going to be by until really, really late tonight. They had a party they had to go to.

Ava: <Payne nods> But I haven’t seen them in *forever*.
Ava: <Ava smiles> Payne.. you’re exaggerating. You saw them just a few nights ago.

Sorrow: <smiles again> You’ll probably see uncle Anguish in the morning.

Ava: <Payne smiles> I might. If he’s here.

Sorrow: <nods> If I see him, I’ll make sure I tell him to see you before he goes anywhere. <looks at Payne> So, what’d you do today?

Ava: <Payne frowns> Mommy made me dance with her.

Sorrow: <laughs> What’s wrong with that?

Ava: <Payne looks at Sorrow> It’s gay.

Sorrow: <arches a brow> Gay? Really? And what makes it gay? Every man I know, including me, dances.
Sorrow: <frowns> Well.. except uncle Anguish. But even *he’ll* dance sometimes.

Ava: <Payne frowns> But not with your *mommy*.

Sorrow: <smiles> That’s not gay, that’s an Oedipus issue.

Ava: What’s an epidus issue?

Sorrow: <smiles at Ava> I’ll explain it to you when you’re older.

Ava: <Ava laughs, Payne smiles> See Gay.

Sorrow: <laughs> And where did you hear about “gay” anyway?

Ava: <Payne shrugs>

Sorrow: <looks at him> Since when is *that* an acceptable answer?

Ava: <Payne quietly> Since never. I heard it at school.

Sorrow: <nods> And who said it?

Ava: <Payne shrugs> The twins.

Sorrow: <looks at him> And do you know what “gay” means?

Ava: <Payne nods> Uh huh.
Ava: <Ava looks at Payne, in Mom tone> Payne..
Ava: <Paynes looks at Ava> Uh… I mean. Yes.

Sorrow: <nods> So. Tell me.

Ava: When a man and a man, are…together. He’ll put his penis in the other man’s butt.
Ava: <Ava blinks and looks at Sorrow> Home School?
Ava: <Payne shrugs> It’s what the older kids said.
Ava: <Payne looks at Sorrow> Only they said bad words.

Sorrow: <sighs> Well.. at least he’s not using words he doesn’t know the meaning of. <looks at Ava> Maybe homeschooling until he’s a little older?

Ava: <Ava nods> I’ll look into it.

Sorrow: <looks at Payne> So.. let me ask you this then. How is dancing with mommy *anything* like two men.. doing that?

Ava: <Payne looks at him> I don’t wanna do that.
Ava: <Payne> It’s not… but dancing is for *girls*.

Sorrow: <smiles> *I* dance. You said dancing with your *mommy* was gay. And what do girls have to do with being gay?

Ava: <Payne looks at Sorrow> *I* am not a girl. <Ava smiles> You’d think I dressed him in pink tights and satin ballet shoes.

Sorrow: <smiles at Ava> Seriously. <looks at Payne> Well, apparently “gay” has nothing to do with girls either.

Ava: <Ava smiles at Payne> There are some very famous male dancers in the world.. even ballet dancers. <smiles> You know how Uncle Morose draws and sings. And Aunt Bree does the graffiti, and tattoos?
Ava: <Payne nods, Ava smiles> And Daddy writes stories?
Ava: <Payne nods again> Well I can’t do that stuff.. but I can dance. It’s how I show feelings.

Sorrow: <smiles, listening> And when you call it “gay”, you’re saying mommy is gay for doing it.

Ava: <Payne nods, quietly> I’m sorry mommy.

Sorrow: <looks at Payne> And when she dances with *you*, she’s sharing something with you that’s very special to her.

Ava: <Ava smiles> You’re forgiven, sweetie.
Ava: <Payne looks at Sorrow> I didn’t know that.

Sorrow: <nods> It’s true. It’s also true that she’s the best dancer in the Falls.

Ava: <Payne grins> She’s the best Mommy in the Falls too.

Sorrow: <smiles> And the best wife, too.
Sorrow: And you know what else?

Ava: <Payne shakes his head> What?

Sorrow: <looks at Ava> She’s my best *friend*, too.

Ava: <Ava smiles> And Daddy’s mine.
Ava: <Ava holds Sorrow’s look>
Ava: <Payne blinks> Are you guys gonna kiss now?

Sorrow: <leans over and kisses Ava>

Ava: Ewww.

Sorrow: <that goes on for a minute, before Sorrow breaks the kiss, smiles at Payne> Is that gay, too?

Ava: <Payne shakes his head at Sorrow> No, Daddy. *That’s* *gross*.

Sorrow: <laughs> Why don’t you get back to bed?

Ava: <Payne nods, Ava smiles> We’ll be up to tuck you in, in a little while.
Ava: <Payne kisses Sorrow’s cheek and jumps off his lap, heads up the stairs>

Sorrow: <watches their son leave, shakes his head> I’ll call Kat tomorrow.

Ava: <Ava looks at him> I don’t even know what to say about that.

Sorrow: <lights a cigarette, looks at her> I’m just going to let her know the kids are saying it. I’m not going to say anything about Payne learning it from them. And I’m going to tell her about the older kids, too. Like I’m just giving her a heads up or something.
Sorrow: <smiles> Is it wrong that I’m just grateful he didn’t pick it up from Anguish or Morose?

Ava: <Ava laughs> Really.. I thought he was gonna say Uncle Anguish.

Sorrow: <smiles more broadly when she laughs> Seriously. And I certainly *didn’t* expect him to know what it meant. I was all set to give him the lecture about not using words he doesn’t know the meaning for.

Ava: <nods> Then he busts out with *that*.. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Sorrow: <grins> I was all set to cry until he said he *didn’t* want to do that.

Ava: <laughs> Really. <smiles> I don’t think you have anything to worry about on that front.

Sorrow: <smiles> Me, either.

Ava: We really should be grateful his words aren’t Anguish’s. Though he did say something about wanting his ear pierced when I told him no he asked about his lip instead.

Sorrow: <shakes his head> And that would be Morose’s influence. <looks at her> On the upside, he has no end of creative influences.

Ava: Very true. Though I’m not sure dancing is going to be his forte.

Sorrow: <laughs> Possibly not. <smiles> Guess we’ll just have to go for a daughter next.

Ava: <smiles> Really?

Sorrow: <nods> Really.

Ava: <quietly, smiling> I didn’t know if you wanted more.

Sorrow: <smiles> I want at least a couple. What about you?

Ava: <nods> At least two.. possibly more.
Ava: <smiles> So should I throw my pills away?

Sorrow: <looks at her, smiles> Definitely. If… you want to start this soon, I mean.

Ava: <smiles> Do *you* want to? <quietly> It’s been five years.

Sorrow: <smiles more broadly> I just said I did.

Ava: <grins> Then I won’t take it tonight and I’ll toss them.

Sorrow: <nods, grabs his plate and carries it to the sink, washes it> And I’ll give Anguish my box of condoms.

Ava: <laughs> Yes. He will be eternally grateful for that.

Sorrow: <smiles, drying his hands> Tell me about it. <walks over, grabs her hand and pulls her to her feet> Let’s tuck Payne in and go lock our bedroom door.

Ava: <Ava smiles brilliantly at him> Yes please. <her smiles turns wicked> Maybe pull out some of those toys?

Sorrow: <growls playfully> Exactly what I was thinking.

Ava: <purrs> I am yours to do with as you see fit.

Sorrow: <leans in and growls against her neck, slipping one hand behind her and squeezing her ass> Hope you weren’t planning to sleep tonight.

Ava: <shivers and smiles> Nope… I planned on keeping you awake.

Sorrow: <smiles> I was hoping you were.

Ava: <leans in and bites his shoulder> Every night if I could baby.

Sorrow: <growls again, pulling her into his arms, looks at her> Why can’t you?

Ava: <quietly> Someone’s got to get up with Payne.

Sorrow: <smiles> I thought you meant something else.

Ava: <smiles> What did you think I meant?

Sorrow: <smiles more broadly> I’m not sure. Maybe that.. we didn’t have that kind of stamina anymore?

Ava: <laughs> Baby, we will *always* have that kind of stamina.

Sorrow: <grins> I just wanted to hear you say it.

Ava: <smiles> If I was able to keep you going and up and keep up with you while I was pregnant… Nothing’s gonna stop me.

Sorrow: <laughs> Not even old age?

Ava: <Grins> Not even that. We will never be crotchety old people. <smiles> Because we’ll be fucking and sucking our way there.

Sorrow: <arches a brow, smiling> Fucking and sucking? I love it when you say shit like that. <lets her go, grabs her hand and heads up to the stairs> Come on. I’m about out of patience.

Ava: <laughs> I know.

Sorrow: <heads up the stairs to Payne’s room, opens the door and looks in>

Ava: <Ava smiles, whispers> It’s your turn tonight.

Sorrow: <looks at her curiously> Story time?

Ava: <smiles again and nods> Story and tuck in.
Ava: <quietly> But I’m staying for it.. I love your stories.

Sorrow: <smiles> Good, because you told him we’d *both* tuck him in.

Ava: <grins deviously> I know.

Sorrow: <laughs> All right. <smiles> I guess it’s story time, then.

Ava: <Payne rolls over and opens one eye>
Ava: <Ava motions toward the bed>

Sorrow: <looks over, smiles, walks over to Payne’s bed, takes a seat on the edge> All right. What do you want to hear about tonight?

Ava: I want to hear more about Princess Eve and her dragon. And the knight that rescued her.

Sorrow: <nods, stroking Payne’s hair> All right. Where did we leave off? <thinks for a second> Oh, that’s right. The knight had *just* gotten to the castle and challenged the dragon.

Ava: <Ava smiles, Payne looks up at Sorrow> That’s right and the dragon was breathing ice on everything.

Sorrow: <smiles, nods> That’s right. And Sir Perceval.. because he’s a knight and they’re all called “Sir” something or other.. was *just* about to slay the evil dragon with his mystical sword when the princess came running from the castle and threw herself in front of it.
Sorrow: <looks at Payne> Do you know why she did that?

Ava: <Payne shakes her head> Because she didn’t think it through?

Sorrow: <smiles> Well.. that’s what Sir Perceval thought, too. Because, you know.. she’s a *girl* and he didn’t think girls were very smart.

Ava: <Ava smiles, listening, Payne looks up at Sorrow> So *why*, Daddy?

Sorrow: <looks at Payne very seriously> Well.. it turns out that girls aren’t as dumb as Sir Perceval though they were. Princess Eve explained to Sir Perceval that the dragon was a *guardian* dragon. Do you know what that is?

Ava: <Payne shook his head> No.

Sorrow: That’s okay, because neither did Sir Perceval and *he* thought he knew *everything*. A guardian dragon is a dragon that guards people. But only the people he was meant for. Like a guardian angel.

Ava: <Payne smiles> So the dragon was Princess Eva’s guardian dragon?

Sorrow: That’s right. And any time he saw someone that he thought was going to hurt her, he would attack them. And the reason he thought Sir Perceval was going to hurt her was because he had a sword.

Ava: <Payne nods> *Why* was Sir Perceval there?

Sorrow: <smiles again> Because he heard about the dragon and thought he should save the princess from it. And you know why he thought that?

Ava: <Payne shakes his head again> Because he thought *girls* were weak.

Sorrow: That, too, yes. And because he didn’t know anything about dragons. Because a lot of times, when people don’t know about something, they’re afraid of it and think it must be evil. And he almost got eaten because he didn’t listen to Princess Eve when she told him to put his sword away.

Ava: <Payne smiles> He was foolish, too?

Sorrow: <smiles>Yes, he was. But he learned something very important that day.

Ava: <Payne looks at Sorrow> What daddy?

Sorrow: <looks at him> Well.. for one thing.. girls aren’t dumb. Sometimes they know more about things then we do. Two.. dragons aren’t evil. And three.. always know the flavor before you jump into the ice cream.

Ava: <Payne smiles> I already knew two of those things.

Sorrow: <smiles> That girls aren’t dumb and dragons aren’t evil?

Ava: <Payne nods>

Sorrow: <looks at Ava, smiles> Smart boy.

Ava: <Ava smiles> Of course he is he’s your son.

Sorrow: <shakes his head> *Our* son.

Ava: <Ava smiles> *Our* son.

Sorrow: <looks at Payne> So.. Sir Perceval let Princess Eve teach him everything he didn’t know about dragons and they lived happily ever after with their dragon friends.

Ava: Daaaddy. That was cheesy.

Sorrow: <laughs> Okay. So, instead of living happily ever after with their dragon friends, how’s this… they raised a dragon army and went forth and conquered all the neighboring lands, expanding their empire.

Ava: <Payne smiles> Better. <yawns> I love you daddy.

Sorrow: <smiles> I love you, too, Payne. Why don’t we tuck you in and you get some sleep now?

Ava: <Payne nods> Okay.
Ava: <Ava climbs out of the bed stands next to Sorrow>

Sorrow: <moves Payne so his head is on the pillow, stands and pulls the covers over him, tucking one side under his body and leaving the other side for Ava, leans down and kisses Payne on the top of his head, quietly> Good night, little guy. <moves out of Ava’s way>

Ava: <Ava tucks him in and kisses his cheek> Good night, sweetie. <takes his palm and kisses it> A kiss to hold. <smiles>

Sorrow: <walks to the door and waits for Ava>

Ava: <Ava goes to the door and flips off the light revealing a glow in the dark dragon mural invisible during the day>

Sorrow: <takes Ava’s hand and walks into the hallway, whispers> How long before he’s out?

Ava: <smiles> Maybe five minutes.

Sorrow: <smiles, starts for their bedroom at the end of the hall> Perfect. Just enough time before we get loud.

Ava: <laughs> Yes. <quietly> And I think I’m gonna be *very* loud.

Sorrow: <looks at her, smiles> Here’s hoping.

Ava: <arches her brow> OH.. *you’re* gonna get loud too.

Sorrow: <smiles again> Maybe we should turn on the radio then.
Sorrow: <opens the bedroom door> If we can get anything other than static that is.

Ava: <nods> Yes… or a CD on a loop?

Sorrow: <nods, waits for her to go in> Perfect.

Ava: <walks into the room and over to the CD player> Anything particular?

Sorrow: Death metal? He won’t be able to discern their screaming from ours.
Sorrow: And if he can, he’ll just think we’re singing along.

Ava: <laughs> Can you fuck to death metal?

Sorrow: <looks at her, very seriously> *I* can fuck to *anything*.

Ava: <smiles and pops in something loud and driving> Prove it.

Sorrow: <arches a brow, smiles and advances>

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