Erin had never been more furious and there was only a small part of her that was a bit embarassed that the fury was over that... witch seducing her boyfriend and making her bite her. Yes, she was angry about Vlad biting someone, she thought he knew better than that, he certainly preached as though he did. But having it be her, that stupidly flawless dark beauty who was probably some kind of evil witch who could bespell anyone, even the Grand High Vampire. Her instincts had told her that family were bad news the minute they had shown up at Garside. She hadn't went through years of Slayer training just to throw away paying attention to her instincts because they're meant to be 'friends of the family'. What did that even mean anyway, that the Draculas would ask nicely before draining them all?
Then the thought struck her. Vlad had bitten Wednesday. Forget being angry at the girl, she should be prepared. The girl looked ready to kill anyone on a whim when she was human. Now that she was a vampire there was probably nothing holding her back. Erin snuck quickly to her room, looking around before carefully shifting the floorboard away. Okay, so Vlad may know she was a breather, but no one knew she was a slayer. She could do this, make it seem like it an accident, newly bittens fell into them all the time. Sure, her family would mourn, but surely they'd rather she wasn't an evil soulless creature going round biting the necks of poor innocent people. Then she thought about the type of people the Addamses were and realised they would probably only encourage their daughter to greater evils
Well, not on her watch. She may have failed in her attempts to slay Ingrid back when she had the change – and she was grateful she did, because she got to know Vlad, and she wouldn't like not knowing Vlad – but she wasn't going to let this new vampire run amock. She was a Slayer, part of the Noble family of Slayers. Ryan was gone and now... now it was just her. She had to uphold the family name, she just had to. Looking around herself, she reached down into the shifted floorboard, lifting out the carefully folded up slayer kit that she had concealed there months ago, when she first arrived at the Dracula quarters. She unfolded it, and lifted the stake carefully out of it's resting place.
"I swear," she muttered, "I'll fix this mistake, Vlad. I won't let you live with the guilt."
Looking around quickly again; a slayer never could be too paranoid in a vampire household, she folded the kit away again, replacing it under the loose floorboard, and putting said floorboard back into it's place, pressing down so it wouldn't creak too obviously if stepped on by accident. She stood, concealing the stake by tucking in the back of her jeans and covering it with her top. Not the most perfect of hiding spaces, but she wasn't wearing a skirt, and she did not want to go the thigh holster like some female slayers could rock. She was too nervous about splinters in her legs. She peeled back some of the paper covering the mirror in her room, and gave her face a careful look over. No tear tracks. Good. Her face was a bit flushed, but some foundation would conceal that. She pulled at a strand of hair, trying to neaten it in some way, before sighing and replacing the paper. Right. Just stasis spray to go, and then she could hunt down this witch.
"She's not going to know what bit her."
Wednesday Addams, at that particular moment, was in a side lounge with her mother, who was holding her hair to the side so that she may inspect the mark of claiming on her daughter's neck. Morticia's fingers lingered over the bite marks, not quite touching them, but already she could feel the power resonating from them. "He has a strong bite," she commented to Wednesday, who gave a solemn nod. Morticia let got of the hair, finger combing till it sat straggly and full. "Darling, not that I'd question your judgement, but are you sure this is what you want?"
"I have always been fond of Vladimir, Mother," Wednesday replied. "It was …. unusual for him to be so dominating towards me, so fierce. I knew never his blood lust could reach such levels." Though her voice remained in its same monotone, to those who knew her well, there was a gleam in Wednesday's eyes. Morticia smiled. It was nice to see her child so … happily miserable. She wouldn't lie and say there hadn't been a hope, when the two were younger, that they might be childhood sweethearts and grow up to be the most unperfect couple to ever terrorise the Earth. Judging by whatever Vlad's performance the previous night had been, Wednesday seemed far warmer to the idea of marriage this morning. And it was looking to be such a dreary day as well, perfect conditions for wedding planning.
The door opened. "Ah, Erin, isn't it? Do come and join us for some hemlock tea," Morticia offered, that same closed mouth smile on face face, as she gestured to the tea set sitting beside her on the small table. Erin didn't seem to hear her, stepping into the room and glaring directly at Wednesday, ignoring Morticia's presence altogether. "Dear?" she asked politely.
"You made my boyfriend bite you." Erin spat at Wednesday. Wednesday smoothed the skirt of her dress and sat down. "I know he bit you, he told me! We don't have secrets in our relationship!"
"Then you'll know it was not just a bite," Wednesday looked up, bored of Erin's being in the room. "It was a mark of claiming."
"A mark of... claiming?" Erin could vaguely recall being told about this in Slayer theory classes,but the actual details of it refused to come to her mind at that present moment and she knew it was important somehow. There was that itch in her brain when she couldn't recall something important. It irritated her, but not as much as this girl did. "What do you mean, a mark of claiming?"
Wednesday shifted aside her collar, showing off the deep bite marks. "He was very passionate about it. I hope he left bruises."
"But claiming can only happen through..." oh now she remembered. Erin felt sick. "You slept with my boyfriend."
Wednesday blinked. "He has been mine since we were children. I don't remember revoking my claim. Last night, he reinstated his." There was another silence, and Erin's heart felt like it was breaking.
"You actually like him, don't you?" she asked. "Not as a friend but..."
"I am his, as he is mine," Wednesday answered. "Do have some tea."
