Staring down at her algebra homework Sophia was honest to...whatever god that was listening when she lamented not dropping out of school, running away from home, and becoming a full time vigilante. Really that was the way things would likely work out regardless, either she'd get recruited, conscripted, or killed before she was in her mid twenties, that was how things went for capes. She couldn't let that play out for her sibling's sake though. Her mom...tried, Sophia was woman enough to admit that her mother in her own way was a warrior in her own right, she tried, never blamed anyone else for her place in life, and did what she could for her kids.

She just had absolute shit taste when it came to her boyfriends; before she could stew on that any further there was a gentle knock on her door as little Abigale pushed the door open and her bright hopeful blue eyes met her own smoldering chocolate brown gaze, "What is it brat?"

She winced at the spite in her tone, thankfully Abby being the precocious brat that she was ignored and or missed it completely, "Your spooky friend is here! Talking to Terry right now, she'll be right up!"

Oh...

Oh...FUCK!

Before Sophia could do anything Taylor was just there and ruffled Abby's hair while looking down at her fondly as the little girl hugged her, Taylor sighed as she wrapped an arm around the girl's shoulders and met Sophia's gaze evenly while quietly whispering out, "I always wanted a little sister...you're so lucky..."

Scooting the little girl out of the room and closing the door behind her Taylor took in a calming breath, muttered something about needing to give Riley a call later to calm herself down, then dropped a backpack on top of Sophia's homework.

Good place for it.

Then Taylor began speaking, "SO! As you are aware Brockton has a feral vampire infestation at the moment."

She nodded in return, "Creepy fuckers, keep shooting them and they don't go down..."

Taylor sighed as she extended her hands in a 'What can you do?' manner while shaking her head, "Then the brain dead bastards wander out into open sunlight, catch on fire, die...again...but enough of them stay in the shadows to be a threat the next evening. I know, seriously I spent all of yesterday informing the PRT on how to properly prep for an action against the fuckers. But none of them have best friend status so you're getting some special things~!"

Sophia froze a moment, then asked, "You...consider me a best friend?"

Taylor froze, turned around and shot her a confused look, "Why wouldn't I? You were going to protect my Emma and you hunt down Nazis and idiots who willingly affiliate with a gang that calls themselves the 'Anz Bad Boys'. You also watched Princess Bride with Emma and me I just thought... I...I mean...if you don't consider me your friend I understand I ju-"

Every. Single. ONE. of Sophia's survival instincts kicked off at once as she pulled Taylor into a tight hug, "NO! Nothing like that! We're friends!"

Taylor returned the hug and relaxed, "Oh, ok, I'm glad! Anyway, your weapons against the undead!"

Breaking her embrace from Sophia she unzipped the backpack and pulled out a box that probably started out as something meant for chequebooks. Pulling it open Taylor revealed two dozen rough wooden arrowheads, all of them threaded at the thick end.

"White oak arrowheads for your crossbows! You can just screw them on like you do with your broadhead tips and as long as you shoot the creeps in the heart, they'll die! Cool right?"

Sophia examined the roughly carved arrowheads a few moments, then nodded, "Very cool."

Taylor blushed at that oddly enough then nodded quickly, "Next up! This may appear to be a regular Super Soaker pistol that someone spray painted black and put flame decals on it because it needed them. In reality it is a Super Soaker pistol loaded with holy water, it won't kill a vampire out right, but it will make them scream like a bitch as their eyes boil in their sockets while crying and moaning as they roll on the floor. Kind of amusing honestly. I've got two more water bottles to refill it, the local church was oddly accommodating."

Sophia just stared at the spooky white girl before her while muttering, "Holy shit."

"Quite! Anywho this is something I dug out of my family vault's storage just for you since we're friends and all."

Sophia took the proffered item with honest to god trepidation then frowned when a relatively simple wooden spike with metal filigree running along it landed in her hands.

Erring on the side of caution Sophia spoke up quickly yet politely, "Neat...what is it?"

Taylor, who looked like she was about to explode in her desire to explain it chirped out, "It's the Demon Slayer! It's a stake carved from the wood of the cross that Jesus was crucified on, soaked in the tears of a thousand angels, and has angelic anti-demonic spells woven across its surface wrought from one of the iron nails that stuck the son of God to the cross."

"Wh-what..."

Taylor patted Sophia's shoulder gently while smiling, "This Abrahamic religious stuff can get a bit heady, I know. Just look on the plus side, we don't have to deal with my many times removed great grandmother in order to get through this! I'm being serious here...any day we don't have to deal with Nana Mab and the Winter Court is a good day... So moving on! Lets go kill some feral vampires and collect their ashes for...science...yes we'll go with science for now."

Sophia was silent for a time, then glanced over to Taylor in wide eyed terror, "You...think dealing with vampires and relics directly related to the death of Christ is easier than dealing with the Winter Court?"

Taylor stared at her for a few moments, then threw her arm around her shoulders dragging her along, "Soph, lemme tell you about my mom's four rules...

(This is an edit from Spacebattles) Since not everyone reads the informationals, Annette's rules.

Rule 1: Never make a deal with the Fae.
Rule 2: When summoning demons, have the ability to exorcise them readily available.
Rule 3: Have a plan to kill anything you meet no matter whether you intend to go through with it or not.
Rule 4: DO NOT FUCK WITH THE FAE!