"I'm Brandon Pazzo." Brandon replied, hesitantly lowering the rifle.
"Can I talk to Kidd and my niece?"
"Uh, sure." Brandon said, drawing back so the man could pass. His eyes then widened a bit when what the man said sunk in. "Did you say niece?!"
"Yes, I did. My name is Morgan Maeveen." the Professor said with a bow.
"I-it's a pleasure." Brandon said, offering his hand to shake. "Ma che cazzo?" He muttered to himself, still a little shocked. Morgan shook it, rather... animatedly. "Anywho," Brandon began, trying to interject into the professor's enthusiasm. "They shouldn't be too far behind."
Alice climbed up the stairs and her eye's widened in shock before she ran over and hugged her uncle. "Uncle Morgan!" she exclaimed.
He hugged her back. "You are very behind in your lessons, Alice." he replied in a joking way. "We must catch you up immediately, you ARE my favorite student, after all."
"Me and Kidd are your ONLY students!" she laughed. Brandon just looked on, a detached curiosity replacing his normal expression. He then realized how long it's been since he'd seen his family, and felt a little homesick. He could just barely see the tears sliding Alice's cheeks. "I missed you," she said, hugging Morgan tighter. Brandon simply turned away, readjusting his gear nervously while trying to fight back the small amount of envy he subconsciously began harboring. Professor Morgan grinned, showing two sharp fangs. Upon glancing back, Brandon noticed the fangs, and realized he was the only human in the house. He then concluded that he would not hesitate in hurting and possibly killing this Kishin if he tried to drink his blood.
Morgan pulled away from the hug and tousled Alice's hair around. "So, how has life been for you?"
"Great," Alice replied. Of course, by 'great' she was referring to earlier that day.
"I should probably introduce who I am." Brandon started, deciding he could probably share the duo's adventures with the professor.
"Oh, but you already have," Morgan replied.
Brandon blinked a few times, unsure if he understood the man. "Excuse me?"
"I already know everything. I could see your memories through your eyes." Morgan grinned.
Brandon held a look of curiosity and wonder, then grinned evily. "Did you enjoy the darkness?" He asked, knowing that the man must've seen his childhood and torture scenes.
"Why, it was interesting. Your very early memories were blocked, though."
Brandon grinned a little more. "I do believe the word you're looking for is repressed."
"It's repressed to the person who has the memories, blocked for someone who tries to look." Morgan replied. "Listen to your teachers~!"
"No one ever taught me that." Brandon replied, his pride being injured, even though there was no way to know the answer.
"Ah, you've never had someone look through your memories, have you?" Morgan replied.
"No, I'll admit that's a first." Brandon joked, laughing a small chuckle.
"Ah, I see," Morgan replied. Alice chuckled. She was in such a good mood now.
"I assume that you know I'm human, correct?" Brandon asked, deciding to bring up his boundaries debate from earlier.
"Yes," Morgan replied. "I, uh, also know what you did to my Alice earlier. Nice going," he whispered, a bit annoyed, but no where near as pissed as Kidd.
"Oh. Uh, sorry about that." Brandon said, his eyes widening a tad as he rubbed the back of his head, his reddening cheeks hidden by the balaclava.
"Anyway, what were you going to say before?" Morgan asked.
"I know that you're a vampire." Brandon began, his voice becoming extremely serious. "And I will let you know now, I will not hesitate in hurting you if you try to make a move."
"Oh, I'm sorry my boy, but I don't swing that way~!" Morgan replied. Alice laughed so hard her sides started hurting.
Brandon blinked a couple of times, not sure how Morgan retrieved some sort of homosexual content from his remark. He then remembered vampiric history. "Oh God, vampires only drink the blood of the opposite sex, don't they?"
"Yeah," Morgan replied.
Brandon face palmed hard, the sound loud enough to echo down the halls. "Cazzo." He mumbled to himself, cursing his own stupidity. Morgan laughed. "I'm sorry." Brandon began, feeling the need to apologize. "Of course my brain reminds me of vampiric history AFTER i accidentally accuse you of being gay."
"Oh, you didn't do anything of the sort." Morgan replied. "Most people assume that Vampires drink the blood of both sexes."
"True." Brandon replied, realizing he didn't directly insult Morgan. "Still, I have accused you of being bisexual, and apologize for it."
"Apology accepted," Morgan said. "Of course, if I was, I would have been executed 800 years ago~!"
"Wow, you're that old?" Brandon asked, realizing he was alive to witness the Medieval Era and the bubonic plague.
"I'm over two thousand~!" Morgan replied.
"Jesus." Brandon breathed, realizing he was alive since the first years of AD.
"Wendigo's were created nearly Ten thousand years ago." Morgan replied. "The oldest left that's actually STILL a Wendigo and not a Vampire or Werewolf, well... That would be Alice. She's the only one."
"I feel special," Alice chuckled.
"Hm, go figure." Brandon chuckled, assuming that Alice will most likely not be able to continue the pure blood line.
"Yes, it's a tragedy, but other Ancients have gone extinct before. Such as Elves." Morgan replied.
"Really? But in the other universe, we ran into Jackie, who was an elf." Brandon remembered, surprised that his memory held through once more.
Morgan bit his lip. "You mean Jackson?" he asked. "Alice's Patron Elf was burned to death."
"That must not've been pleasant." Brandon said, shuttering a little at the thought of bring burned alive.
"Protecting a half-human Wendigo is-...WAS a serious crime," Morgan replied. "If this act is committed by anyone except the parent Wendigo, then it's punishable by death. Fire, it's always fire..."
"You always burn a traitor." Brandon replied, remembering the trend from history and media.
Alice looked down. "Jackson was by no means a traitor!" Morgan hissed.
Brandon recoiled a bit. "I didn't mean it like that. I was just saying it from a Kishin's point of view." Brandon said, trying to recover but knowing its too late.
"It's OK," Alice said. "It was my fault, anyway."
"It wasn't your fault," Morgan replied. "It was Seth's! First running off with that human and then leaving his child by herself! How irresponsible of him! He wasn't fit to be a father!" Brandon decided to remove himself from the conversation, figuring this was a family thing. "Oh, well," the Vampire said. "What's done is done. His mistakes can't be helped. So... I smell pizza~!"
"Yeah, there's some-" Brandon was cut of by a loud crack, which he immedietly identified as gunfire. "Get down!" He ordered, racing to the door with his rifle at the ready.
"Oh?" Morgan asked. "Another soldier? I thought I killed them all! I mean, I wanted them to die, so they should have died."
"I guess not." Brandon replied, when another couple of cracks rang out. "Sound's like there's more then one left."
"I'll go with you, then~!" Morgan replied, skipping toward the door.
"Here." Brandon said, offering Morgan his side arm.
"Oh, it's OK," Morgan replied, unsheathing his claws and baring his teeth, revealing rows of fangs.
"Hm. Not bad." Brandon said before putting his pistol away and sliding out the door. When they exited, they immediately were forced to find cover from an onslaught of bullets. When they got a chance to look, they saw about 10 or fifteen soldiers set up behind cover, firing AK-47s at the duo. Brandon eyed one out, bring his rifle up and aiming it in one swift motion. A three round burst rang from his weapon, and one soldier dropped like a bag of bricks. Morgan jumped out of the hiding place, completely care free, and snapped one's neck. Brandon made sure to mind the vampire as he dropped two more soldiers before racing up cover, taking out his Benelli.
Morgan went to another soldier, a women, and drained her dry. Brandon watched for a second before returning his attention to the enemy, hitting a Russian in the chest with a shotgun blast, sending him flying backwards, entrails visible. Morgan smiled. "Ah, Russian blood is always so delicious, for some reason."
"Probably all the vodka." Brandon responded, blowing off a larger soldiers skull, brain matter flying everywhere.
"Eh, I'm not a drinker," Morgan replied.
"Still, the alcohol's in the blood." Brandon replied, tossing his away his empty shotgun before dropping seven soldiers with seven shots from his pistol.
"Hm," Morgan grunted. "I think that's all. I think."
Brandon then saw one hiding amongst dead bodies, attempting to reload his rifle. Brandon began sprinting towards him, holstering his pistol while pulling out his knife. The soldier finally gets the clip in, but it's too late. Brandon kicks him over onto his back, shoving the knife into his throat while pulling off his dog tags(Battlefield 3 reference, woo!). "No, NOW that's all of them." Brandon said, pulling his knife out while the soldier gagged on his own blood.
Morgan sighed. "So much blood, but it's not my type~!"
"Bet you're pretty bummed about that, huh?" Brandon asked, grinning as he wiped the blade off on his chest rig, putting new clips into his pistol and rifle in case more were alive.
"Yes, I usually just drink A+, but this is AB-..."
"What're your thoughts on O-?" Brandon asked, fetching the shotgun and reloading the chambers, pulling back the action so a fresh shell feeds in.
"Absolutely disgusting."
"Figures." Brandon chuckled, looking around for any motion among the corpses. He then notices a sharp, piercing pain in his shoulder. He looks down, and notices a bullet hole through his collar bone. "Motherfucker!"
"Ew," Morgan replied.
"Damnit!" Brandon yelled, struggling to change his soul frequency to the healing wavelength before healing himself, pushing the mushroomed bullet out from his skin.
Morgan looked on in disgust. "Gross."
"Still fucking burns." Brandon said, windmilling his previously inquired arm. Morgan chuckled. "You think this is funny?" Brandon asked, putting both hands back on his rifle. "I'd like to see you get shot and not bitch about it."
"I'm used to it," Morgan replied. "I've been shot plenty of times, so has Alice."
"I knew I was gonna regret that as soon as i said it." Brandon said, taking out his pistol and put a round through the forehead of a soldier he thought he saw move.
"Yeah, she got shot just where you just shot him." Morgan replied.
"Then how is she..." He began, the fact of her existences free that point completely contradicting everything he'd learned about firearms.
"Wendigos heal quickly." Morgan replied. "Guns don't effect us much."
"Unless you get shot in the throat." Brandon added, remembering that piece of knowledge.
"Yes, but decapitation is more effective."
"Since, if you remove the source, there's no way of regeneration." Brandon concluded, then he dived behind cover as a bullet whizzed past his head.
"Yes," Morgan said, catching the bullet in his hand right before he it was able to shoot him in the side of the head.
Brandon dropped to his knee as he turned toward the second tango, lining up a shot and fire one rifle round into the enemy's skull. "How do you like it, fucker?!" Morgan laughed. "Guess not much." Brandon joked, watching the lifeless body for a couple of seconds before snapping his attention to the second agitator, dispatching him in the same way as the first.
"Ah, I'm thirsty again..." Morgan pouted.
"Can't you suck out of one of the dead one's?" Brandon offered, seeing a dead woman at the ground by his feet.
"Eh, they taste bad."
"Better a bad taste in your mouth than thirst, eh?" Brandon asked, wondering which the professor preferred.
"Bad blood is horrible," Morgan replied. "I'd rather thirst."
"Suit yourself." Brandon said, beginning to walk back to the house, making sure to step over the bodies. Somehow, Morgan was there before him. "You move too fast." Brandon grumbled as he opened the large door, pushing a body along with it.
"Tee hee!" Morgan laughed. Brandon grumbled something lowly before entering the house, putting the on the safety on all of his weapons. Kidd, Cameron and Raggy were now upstairs, too, and everyone was feasting on Pizza and soda.
"You might wanna go eat." Brandon offered, climbing down into the basement to revisit the armory.
And eat Morgan did.
Brandon re-emerged from the basement, now holding a L129A1 sniper rifle, and a .45 Vector SMG. He then grabbed a piece of pizza, quickly ate it, and climbed to the roof. Alice followed. As he climbed into the roof, he noticed Alice. "Alice, get back down." He warned sternly, not sure if there were any snipers on what little roofs remained.
"Why?" Alice asked.
"Because I don't want you getting sniped." Brandon replied, screwing on a silencer before deploying the bipod.
"I don't sense any souls,"
"They could be masking them, or it could be blocked by buildings." Brandon replied, starting a sweep over the remaining rooftops, looking for a glint of metal or a reflection of light off of a glass scope.
"Humans can't mask them and buildings can't either. No soldiers are left."
"That's what Kidd said, and I ended up with a bullet in my arm."
Alice laughed. "He was probably lying. He likes doing that to people."
"Still, I don't like taking chances." Brandon replied, feeling like he was going to lose this argument.
"I'll heal," Alice said. "I've been shot in the head before."
"I've been told." Brandon replied, feeling his focus slipping.
Alice hugged his arm. "Come on," she said. "Let's get back."
"Or we could stay up here." Brandon offered, hugging her back.
Alice smiled sweetly. "That'd be nice..."
"Then let's." Brandon replied, grinning in return as he pulled her into him. She snuggled into his chest. Brandon held Alice close, wanting to do more, but refraining himself from doing so.
"I love you," she purred.
"I love you too, Alice." Brandon whispered, rubbing her back as he held her. She closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around Brandon's neck and laying her head against his chest. Brandon sighed happily, being content with just holding the ex-wendigo.
"Um, Brandon...?" Alice asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah, Alice?" Brandon asked, looking down his chest at her.
"Now that we're in my dimension, we can send you home..." Alice said sadly. "Would you rather go home or look for the person who sent us away?"
"Personally?" He asked, looking pensive for a second. "Find the sick fuck that sent us there and make them pay."
Alice chuckled. "Good. I don't want you to go."
Brandon sighed."I don't want to leave you, either." Brandon said aloud, lightly rubbing her back. 'But I'm going to have to sooner or later,' he thought to himself.
"I want to make this last..." Alice said. "Spend as much time with you as possible."
"You think I don't?" Brandon joked, chuckling a little while looking into her dark, crimson eyes.
"You want to... go on a date later?" she asked.
"Sure." Brandon replied with a smile. "Where do you wanna go?"
Alice looked thoughtful for a second before smiling. "Can we go to Red Lobster? I love their crab legs!"
"Uh, sure, but wouldn't you wanna go some place fancier?" Brandon asked, a little shocked by her choice.
"That place is pretty fancy by my standards," Alice replied.
"Alright, your choice." Brandon said, holding his hands up in mock surrender.
Alice chuckled. "Next time, you can pick,"
"Eh, I'd have to know the city a little better to make a choice." Brandon said, wrapping his arms around Alice's lower body. "I probably would've chose a bar anyways."
Alice laughed. "Yeah and then we could get drunk and forget what Kidd told us not to do."
"Who said we'd forget?" Brandon replied, a lewd grin on his lips.
Alice laughed. "Good point. I don't like his new 'rule', anyway."
"Well, we can still do it, if i wear a condom or you go on the pill." Brandon said, realizing their possibilities.
"Kid'll still be pissed," Alice chuckled. "I think birth control would be a better choice, though. Condoms are only 85% effective, or at least that's what Liz told me."
"I thought it was 95%, but yeah, the pill would probably be a better choice." Brandon said, stroking her hair lightly.
"Yeah," Alice replied, becoming more relaxed.
"Now, it's a question of whether or not we tell Kidd..." Brandon trailed, debating in his mind. Alice bit her lip, thinking of how Kid'll react to this. "Maybe we should tell him, and do it anyways if he says no." Brandon offered, thinking up something.
"Yep," Alice chuckled.
"Sounds good to me." Brandon said, wanting to get up, but also wanting to lie there and keep holding Alice.
Alice grinned at him. "Same here."
"Now, its simply a matter if we want to get up or not." Brandon replied, still feeling lazy.
"Nope," Alice giggled.
"Didn't think so." Brandon said, kissing her forehead. Alice chuckled. "What? You find this funny?" Brandon joked, smiling at her.
"A little," Alice purred.
"You purr like a cat." Brandon joked, feeling her vibrate on his chest when she'd purr. Alice chuckled, snuggling up against him. Brandon held her close, loving her warmth pressing against his body. Alice smiled, relaxing completely in his embrace. "I could spend the rest of my life here with you." Brandon said, laying his head on top of Alice's.
Alice smiled. "I want you to," she said. She couldn't help but notice how alive Brandon felt compared to Kidd, who was, in a way, dead.
"I want to, too." Brandon replied, loving the new, happy side of Alice that he brings out of her. Alice was completely at ease. She wanted to stay right there in that very spot, in Brandon's embrace for the rest of her life. Brandon laid back, wishing that the roof was a little more comfortable, but felt completely carefree. Alec felt so comfortable, she nearly fell asleep. Brandon, however, did in fact, fall asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. A few minutes later, Alice also fell asleep.
