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For a few seconds, Lucas processed the name she said.
Daniel Summers.
His dad.
This was his sister.
Okay, well, she wasn't his sister, technically. She was barely a step sister. But...his dad abandoning a pregnant woman? That didnt sound like his dad at all, considering, well, Daniel adopted him. So that made Lucas confused.
"Oh. The Spirit of Summer?" He said, casually, even though he now wanted to ask his dad a few questions.
"Yes." She sighed, looking worn.
"Oh, that makes sense...for the, y'know, fire thing..." He didnt really want to tell her he was her step-brother. Why? Well, he didnt want to put salt into the wound that Daniel ditched his biological child yet adopted another that he absolutely had no obligation to take care of.
Aspen nodded, staring at her hands. "When I do meet him...I have a few choice words I want to say." Her tone was soft.
Lucas shifted awkwardly again. "Like what?"
She had his eyes. And his smile. Daniel was the person that she reminded him of. She had a more greyish tiny to her brown hair than Daniel did, but it was very close.
"Just...why? Why would he abandon me? My mother? Why did he curse me with the possession to control fire? " She was glaring into the snow, tears were beginning to form. "I mean, I would love to meet him just to see him. I want to know what he looks like, what his voice sounds like, if he could help me with my powers, what I have in common with him..." Everything she wondered to know, Lucas remembered all of them, his laugh, his features, everything that made his dad his dad. The homesickness in his chest grew.
But Lucas understood how she felt. That's how he felt with his biological parents. Now, though, those feelings were for his mother. Things in common, well, that's what he wanted to know with Lycaon. And, even now, he received no answers. But he would still like to know.
Aspen gave a forced laugh, "I...I want to see if him and my mother could rekindle whatever they had for each other. Maybe...Maybe I could have a true family. Thats what I probably want more than anything."
Oh no. Lucas felt so bad for her. How would she react to meeting Andrew? He wanted his sister to meet her father. But...his dad couldn't give her what she wants. For her parents to be in a relationship.
He had to give her something. As her brother, he owed her that. "Hey, uhm, I've seen Daniel once before. So, uh, I can tell you you have his eyes and his smile. Kind of the same hair color too."
Her smile was so charming. Just like his dads. How he missed his parents. "Really?"
Lucas smiled back. "Really."
"Hey, Lucas," Brin piped up, "Didn't you say this Daniel guy was your adoptive dad?"
Lucas froze. He forgot he told her that. Aspen's smile dimmed. "Huh? Oh, no, Brin, my adoptive dad isn't Daniel Summers. It's Daniel..." Last name last name think of a last name! "Smith." Of course you'd pick a common one.
"Ooh, okay!" Brin nodded. Aspen glanced at the trees. Lucas's cold sweat began to fade. That was a close one.
"I wonder where he is..." He heard her mutter. "I've heard he resides at the North Pole, but I feel thats a lie; why would the Spirit of Summer live in the snow?"
'Well, he lives in his own house, near the Pole,' Lucas thought, 'We live there because of family.'
"No, thats true." Lucas said. "Thats where I've met him. I've asked him that." Aspen's gaze remained tense, "I can take you there; I'm going there too, something I own is there." He lied, casually, because he didnt have any other excuse.
Aspen thought for a second, before nodding and giving a light grin. "Okay."
Lucas smiled back, and thats where he heard it; a howl. The three froze.
"Brin," Lucas whispered, "Come here," They all kept looking around, the howl sounded dangerously close. Lucas feared it was his father. When Brin was close, his arms held the child in a protective grip.
"Do you know which direction its coming from?" Aspen whispered.
"I dont," His tone held this fearful edge to it. Lucas it his lip. "We have to get moving."
"Move?" Aspen whispered back, eyes wide. "Are you serious? Theres a wolf out there and you suggest we-"
Two howls.
They held their breath.
Then an arrow came into view.
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Asher and Damien were sitting next to each other on a couch. Just sitting. They weren't brushed up against each other, they werent holding hands. But their eyes were wide, their hair had been fixed, but their shirts were still slightly stretched.
"Moon," Damien began, "What if that had been your father?"
"Then we wouldn't be sitting here right now." Asher said while shaking his head slowly. He glanced at Damien. "That was so embarrassing. Oh Moon. Now they have blackmail against us."
Damien groaned, hiding his face in his hands and sitting back against the couch.
"Hey Ash," Jack said while he was walking by, thankfully not looking at them, while Sawyer trailed behind him. The two froze so still. When the twins made eye contact with each other, Asher's face went to pleading.
Sawyer, however, her face shifted from neutral to devious. "Wow, you two must've had fun, didn't you?"
Jack finally looked at his son and his boyfriend, confused, before raising an eyebrow. Asher and Damien wanted to die. "What were you two doing?" His tone held something in it.
"We fell. Down some s-stairs." Damien managed to say.
"Man, you must've hit your neck a lot." Sawyer snickered. "Then again, its more on your chest. Falling face first can hurt, huh?" Damien froze even more. He was going to vomit. He wanted to punch Sawyer just as much as Asher did.
"Y-Yeah."
Sawyer tilted her head to the side coolly, while Jack was still staring them down casually. "Don't be embarrassed! If you had been safe, that wouldn't have happened at all!" Her tone was sweet, but she was about to crack up. Asher was about to confess, Damien and Sawyer could tell by his slight shake and biting his lip. "Right, Ash?"
Damien was praying his boyfriend just simply agree and move on. Who knows what Jack'll do to him if he found out he had made out with his son.
"Y-Yeah."
Jack tilted his head to the side, which made him and his daughter look eerily similar. "You okay, Ash? You look kinda...nervous."
Asher forced a laugh. "Huh? Yeah, Dad, I'm fine!"
"You sure?"
"Yes, Dad." Asher's lips turned to a terribly forced grin. Jack's expression didnt change.
"Positive?"
"One hundred percent sure!" Damien and Asher were growing restless. Why wouldnt they leave?
"...Mkay." Jack finally said, eyeing them for a few more seconds before walking off, Sawyer staying behind.
"Dude, are you two crazy?" She laughed when Jack was out of the room. Damien and Asher looked at eachother with tired expressions.
When Jack was in the hall, he saw Kira nearby. He noticed her expression change to a forced down laugh, and when Kira and Jack met up, he asked, "They made out in the closet, didnt they?"
"Ooh yeah." Kira smirked.
"I figured."
"What are you gonna do?" She asked her brother in law.
"What else? Act like I dont know and wait until their worry eats them over so they confess."
"Nice."
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"Well, I personally think we need to...stay out of this?" Tooth said. "I dont mind helping Lupa, but yet, I havent heard anything about her trying to help."
"No one has ever seen her," Nathaniel explained. "She prefers to take Spirit form, but-"
"Listen, Nat, shes really the only person who can stop Lycaon." Zakiah snapped. "Hate to say it, but I'm starting to think her judgment was wrong; we dont need the Guardians help, we need hers." She looked at them. "No offense."
"I know, but-"
"No 'buts', dude," Zakiah sighed, "I'm honestly having my doubts."
Nathaniel looked slightly distressed. "W-Well, I..." He sighed as well. "I'm starting to also."
"If I dont see any point to his anymore, I'm going home. My dad must be worried sick." Zakiah stated. "Which will probably be soon."
Nathaniel's face scrunched. "Yeah. My Moms must be too."
Blaize, from a distance, forced a laugh. "Man, you two must be lucky. My parents arent worried about me at-"
"VIKTORIA ILLYTHIA ROSALINE OPHELIA DRACULA!" Came the very loud and very terrifying and very very very angry scream tore through the entire Workshop.
Blaize had scrambled down in her seat. Blaize's wide but small pupiled eyes flickered around the room. "Oh shi-"
The doors flung opened, revealing an absolutely gorgeous woman, who was stomping in, pure rage in her red eyes. Her fangs were out. Blaize was hiding behind Daniel now, who had quickly pushed his sons girlfriend and hus-wife behind him.
There stood Mrs Venetia Selene Isabella Morticia Dracula, probably the definition of Gothic. Long, healthy dark hair that inked down her back, her thin eyebrows knitted in anger, perfect to match with her red eyes. Her sickly pearl skin stood out against her Gothic dress, her red corset being the only color in her clothes. Her long, boney finger pointed at North. "Vhere is my child?"
Behind her came a nervous looking man, with brown hair and golden hazel eyes, his skin tone was more alive looking, and he wore a Gothic suit, the red tie being the only color on him just like his wife's corset. "Venetia, please, be calm-"
She promply hissed at him, her jaw seemingly unlatching, her face grew three more inches. He winced a bit, but seemed otherwise unaffected. She faced North again. "Child."
North tried to stay calm. But, who could blame him for freaking out a little? "Sorry? I do not believe we have your child." Sandy was close to him, ready to strike if she tried to hurt his fellow Guardian.
"Viktoria." Was all she said. Then she paused, sniffing around. Zakiah and Nathaniel shifted uncomfortably. The Vampire's glare deepened. She snarled. "Volves." She looked down to stare at the two. She began to make her way over to them, despite the alarmed cries of others, before-
"Mother."
Nearly everyone paused. Behind her, at the door, stood Blaize, her look defiant. "Long time no see, huh?" Blaize unintentionally added icing to the cake; she was wearing her boyfriends hoodie. Her Werewolf boyfriend's hoodie. She smelled like him.
"Viktoria." Venetia snarled. "Vhere have you been?" Her Romanian accent was so thick and low, it sounded like she was slurring her words.
"I think you can answer your own question." She stated. "Get away from them."
Venetia, confused, looked back at a scared Zakiah and Nathaniel. "Them? Vhat, you are friends vith these...mutts?"
"Yes."
Venetia, again, sniffed the air, but in the direction of her daughter. Her look became offended. "Volves clothing? Vhat are you doing vearing that filth?"
Blaize's eyes lit up. She slowly began to snarl back, because her mother had called her Lucas's hoodie filth. "I vould ask the same, Mother." Her natural accent came through. "If you must know, this hoodie belongs to my fiance!"
Oh moon she meant to say boyfriend she meant to say boyfriend oh why oh why did she say fiance?!
"Wait, what?" She heard Daniel and Andrew question amongst the not really surprised responses.
She avoided her mothers gaze for just a second before holding her ground, but oh boy if looks could kill, her mother would have done so several times.
"Fiance?" Venetia questioned, "You already have a fiance! And not vhatever scoundrel you have managed to entrap!"
"It vas arranged! I vas never going to go through vith it!" Her angry expression matched her mother's own; goddamn terrifying.
"You vill!" Blaize noticed her father, the meek man he always was, shifted slightly behind her, obviously not wanting to be in the middle.
"I vill not!" Her red eyes seemed to glow.
"Viktoria you vill or else you are not a Dracula and you are not my daughter!"
Blaize's Vampire guise dissipated, a look of hurt on her face. She looked at her father. But he was no help. Blaize bit her lip. "...Why do I have to?" Her tone was noticeably softer. "Are you really making me choose?" Blaize, to her surprise, didnt feel conflicted. She had been gone for two, nearly three years. And only now did they come find her, when she sent that letter saying she wouldnt marry. They werent here for her as their daughter, they were here for their pawn. Something they could use to lock ties with another Vampire whose family had a small amount of power.
Her mother, she knew, would not be convinced otherwise. Her arms crossed, her look cool. "I am vaiting for an answer, Viktoria." Her scratchy voice was softer as well.
Blaize made her decision. She took a few breaths to calm herself. "My name isnt Viktoria." Her throat began to stuff up. She didnt look at her parents anymore. "It's Blaize. Blaize Summers."
"...I see." Venetia confirmed. "So you are abandoning your people, your family, your heritage, for a silly Verevolf?"
"I've been gone for almost three years." She whispered. "Three years. Mother, you only came to find me because I said I want marrying to someone I dont love. Isnt that odd to you?" She was beginning to plead slightly, because, well, this was still her family. She was still royalty, the Heir to Vampires. "Were you even worried?"
Venetia sighed, looking older. "I figured you needed space. But, that vas my mistake." Venetia began to walk towards the door, and Blaize shifted away. "You are making a mistake."
"I am not." She was about to cry. "But you are."
"Ve can agree to disagree, Viktoria." Her mother's beaded eyes looked at her from the corners. "I hope you realize the damage you are causing."
And with that, her parents were gone in a flash, leaving Blaize standing there with tears in her eyes.
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Brin gave a scream when she saw the arrow that narrowly missed Lucas, it just grazed his chest before lodging into a tree. Lucas staggered back, eyes wide and keeping Brin close. He grabbed Aspens arm and pulled her towards him. He needed to keep his sister safe.
"Halt!" Came a strong voice. "They have a child."
Aspen and Lucas turned to see a handful of Wolves, and a few humans with bow and arrows on the tall hill. They all had the same red and white tribal prints on their face and arms. One, who seemed a tad different rank wise than the rest, slowly began to walk of the hill.
She had the aura of strength, like a true warrior. Short sepia colored hair that had a red band across her forehead, with deep violet eyes and pale skin. She wore a simple brown deer-skinned shirt with another animal skin skirt and moccasins, just like the others. They all were adorned with beaded bands of many colors.
"Lucas..." Brin whispered, but he shielded her.
"Its okay, its okay, just stay right here." He rubbed her back in attempt to comfort her.
"You have a deer-shifter." The woman said, her eyes flashing as she stared Brin down. She looked at Aspen. "And a Tree Nymph." She squinted her eyes slightly. "One who can posses fire." She finally looked at Lucas. "Funny pack you have, Little Wolf."
"How do you know...?" Lucas began, but she raised her hand for him to be silent.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm trying to get home," Lucas said. "We're looking for Brin's family, and Aspen is looking for her father."
She raised an eyebrow.
"I'm Aspen," Aspen said, "The little one is Brin." The woman nodded, pleased with the response. She went down to Brin's eye level, putting the two others on edge.
"We will not hurt you, little one," The woman said strongly. "None of us will. You are safe."
Brin shakily nodded. Lucas gave a wary glare, and pulled her closer. The woman's deep violet eyes met Lucas's own purple ones. "You are a strange looking one, Little Wolf."
"I can say the same-"
"It is not a bad thing," she waved off his weak insult, "But you are pretty for a child of Lupa-"
"I'm a child of Lycaon, actually," Lucas informed, which made the others pause, confused.
"Lycaon?" The woman said, raising an eyebrow. "But you are to clean looking to be a child of Lycaon. Your aura is to good."
Brin piped up with this sudden energy, "Hes adopted! He has two dads, I didn't even know two boys can get married! Isn't that cool?! I can even marry a girl if I want to! Right, Lucas?"
"...Right." He managed to say, wishing she'd calm down. But, what eased his nerves was the other Wolves and humans faces soften at her.
The woman herself was giving a soft smile. "Oh, really? Do you plan on marrying a girl?"
Brin's face scrunched slightly, thinking. "I dunno! Boys make me mad, they think they're so funny when they're annoying! But girls always wanna play dress up! I like to dress up, but goodness I can only take so much pretending!"
"Brin," Lucas whispered softly, "Sweetie, calm down, okay?" He laughed gently. Brin made an 'o' shape with her mouth.
"Oh. Okay, Lucas!" She whispered back just as soft, but gave a terribly done wink.
The woman gave a light chuckle. "So, they all annoy you?"
"Pretty much," Brin nodded.
The woman then looked back at Aspen. Aspen shifted slightly. "Hm, I knew Mr. Summers was a, ah, a 'player' if that's what it's called. But I figured he wouldn't have had any children."
Aspen frowned like Lucas did. "How did you know who my father was? I just found out his name a month ago!"
The woman's calloused hand cupped Aspens face, tilting it from side to side in inspection. "Pyro. You're a pyro Tree Nymph, the first of your kind-"
Aspen pulled back. "I am a Tree Nymph. Just a Tree Nymph. I'm not 'the first of my kind'." Aspens frown deepened. "And that does not answer my question, Miss."
"Niylah." She said. "My name is Niylah."
"Niylah." Aspen repeated, confirming. Niylah nodded slightly. "Please answer my question."
Niylah sighed. "Well, when we see someone who is a pyro, our first thought is Mr. Summers. It was a guess, but I was spot on, apparently."
Lucas was growing slightly impatient. "Miss Niylah, uhm, if its alright to you, but can we please go? We wont bother you all anymore."
Niylah tsked. "I apologize, Little Wolf, but you three will have to come with us."
"What?" Aspen cut in, "Why?"
"Lycaon's on the move with his group, and we arent sure where they'll go. We would never let you go with a child, due to the risk. Until we're positive they're within distance, you will reside with out tribe."
Lucas needed to go home, did she not understand that? Plus, he knew where they were going! "But-"
"No 'buts', Little Wolf. Gauntlet, Sage," She called to two Wolves, a male black wolf, which he assumed was Gauntlet, and female red wolf, which was possibly Sage. The red wolf walked over to them, closer than the black wolf, and looked down kindly at Brin, offering her for a ride on her back. Brin looked at Lucas to decide. Lucas sighed and shrugged, and lifted her up on Sage's back.
"Come," Niylah said, turning around and walking off towards her pack.
Lucas and Aspen glanced at each other, but began to walk with them.
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wow venetia just came and went huh
FUN FACT #67: i wasnt planning on making Brin or Aspen it just kinda happened
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