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Injuries and Inheritance tests

The sound of glass being smashed and quite a bit of cursing reached Calla's ears. Had she been at the mansion, she would probably ignore it without much thought outside of wondering who was cursing and just how bad did their last job go. Since she was actually home, she couldn't actually ignore it especially since the person cursing sounded like Night Terrors. Pushing away from the paper she was attempting to translate from the fey language commonly used in Jareth's area of the fey realms, she got up and left her room. Heading downstairs, she smelt blood and promptly sped up her pace. She found Night Terrors in the living room sitting on the ground with multiple bleeding scratches and a rather large tear going through his right wing causing her to pale, "Night! What the hell happened?"

"Doll," Night Terrors greeted her with a slight grunt as he turned his head revealing a rather large bleeding scratch going from above his right eye to down his neck, "Got into it with some piss-ass demons and a few High Fey belonging to that bitchy queen,"

"Let me go grab my kit," Calla quickly ran back upstairs to grab her potions and med-kit before rushing back downstairs, "How did this even happen?"

"Had an itch to kill someone and went after them," Night Terrors informed her as she set the kit down and opened it to grab the supplies she'd need for his wing which was the most pressing injury, "Thought I'd have some more fun and wanted a drink, I got jumped on my way back. Won the fight and left them all very much dead,"

Calla uncorked the potion that she'd be using to clean the tear in his wing as she warned him, "This is going to hurt like a bitch," She began cleaning the tear earning a loud snarled curse and the sound of the coffee table's wood cracking enough that they'd have to replace it, "Good. What on earth possessed them to jump you?"

"Stupidity," Night Terrors gritted out, "Where are Cane and Jay?"

"Cane's visiting Azkaban," Calla answered as she finished cleaning the tear and took out the things she'd need to stitch it back together, "Papa's with Uncle Owl getting everything prepared for our visit to Gringotts tomorrow and I think investigating the lead Jareth has on getting the bastard's soul out of my scar,"

"Good," Night Terrors let out a deep growl and the coffee-table shuddered as his tail twitched violently while she began to stitch the wound, "Where is everyone else?"

"At the mansion, Vivian and Hermione are spending time with their fathers in order to create a bond according to Luna," Calla inwardly winced at the pain Night Terrors was going through while she stitched up the sensitive membrane of his wings, "It was Splendor's idea and I think they're somewhere down in the subbasement,"

After finishing up the tear, Calla carefully checked his wings for anymore damage before moving onto the rest of his injuries. Night Terrors held still for her as she worked which the hybrid was grateful for. It was difficult enough to push back her emotions and keep them there while she worked on fixing Night Terrors. When she finished, the hybrid checked him over before beginning to pack up her supplies, "There, I've done all I can. Your innate healing abilities should be able to do the rest. How come Poppy didn't try to take control?"

Knowing Candy Pop, he usually would've been at the forefront by now especially once his injuries had been fixed up. The fact he wasn't worried Calla quite a bit. Night Terrors soothed her worries rather easily, "He's asleep and rather deeply at that. It's one of our switch days."

It was an arrangement that the two parts of the Incubus had come up with long before Calla had ever even been a thought in her parents heads. On 'switch days' Candy Pop would take a mental vacation of sorts and go into a deep sleep that would hopefully refresh his tired mind, Night Terrors would take control of their body and do whatever he felt like. The days weren't always planned out especially if Candy Pop was under a lot of stress that he couldn't really work through. She wondered over what had prompted this switch day, but supposed it wasn't her business so long as Candy Pop was alright. Packing away her supplies, she asked, "Will you be alright, Night?"

"I'll be fine, Doll," Night Terrors pulled her into a light hug.

Calla pressed an ear to his chest earning a low chuckle from Night Terrors. It was something she always did whenever one of her important people were injured since it usually assured her that they'd be alright. She pulled away after a moment, "You should go get cleaned up. What exactly did you break other than the coffee table?"

Night Terrors stood up and gestured to one spot on the floor where a glass that had clearly been full of some-type of red wine lay shattered on the ground. Calla swore at the sight of the wine that was quickly staining the white persian rug that Candy Cane had gotten years ago. She pinned Night Terrors with a scathing glare. The demonic entity raised his hands up in surrender, "I didn't mean to do it."

"Cane is going to be pissed at you," Calla couldn't believe he'd be so careless since wine was impossible to get out of rugs like that where as blood wasn't very hard since they had a potion that worked very well, "I get that you were injured, but she's going to kill you,"

"I'll find another one," Night Terrors didn't even flinch at the fact Candy Cane was likely going to maul him, "It's just a rug,"

"I'm not covering for you," Calla was not going to be thrown under the bus especially not because Night Terrors had apparently taken leave of his senses, "Don't you remember that Cane got that rug after bedding Cleopatra?"

Night Terrors stared at her before looking back at the rug and paled, "Shit."

"I am not covering for you," Calla told the demonic entity, "While she won't kill me, she'll torture me during training and that ain't happening,"

"Who's torturing wh-My rug!" Candy Cane stared at the blood and wine stained rug in horror.

"Night did it," Calla pointed at Night Terrors, "I was just treating his injuries,"

Candy Cane patted her head, "Good job, Kitten. Now why don't you go wash away the blood Night got on you and finish up that worksheet Jareth gave you? I'm going to be dealing with this idiot."

"Okay," Calla pointed at Night Terror's wings, "His right wing had a tear going through it that I patched up,"

"Noted," Candy Cane smiled sweetly at Night Terrors as Calla snagged her med and potions-kit before taking off towards the stairs.

Had Calla not known that Candy Cane wouldn't truly harm her brother or was willing to brave the succubus' ire, she would've stayed downstairs and helped Night Terrors since he'd been through a lot. Thing is, Night Terrors knew about the rule Candy Cane had about drinking wine in the living room near that rug and broke it along with the glass he'd been drinking from. Needless to say, Night Terrors was going to get his ass beaten.

Jason took one look at Night Terrors who looked a little worse for wear and then at the new rug before asking, "You spilled wine on her rug, didn't you?"

"It was an accident," Night Terrors grunted giving him a sullen glare, "I broke my wine glass when I bumped my injured wing into something,"

Jason glanced at Night Terrors' right wing making note of the stitches, "How the hell did that happen?"

"I got jumped by some dumb demons and uppity fey belonging to that bitch queen," Night Terrors shifted a bit with a grimace, "They're dead. The Doll fixed me up,"

"She's getting fairly good at patching us up," Jason was proud of his daughter even if he didn't necessarily want her to use those skills as often as she seemed to while at home, "I take it this is a switch day?"

Night Terrors nodded as Jason moved to sit down on the couch, "The Doll is up in her room working on that worksheet Jareth gave her and Cane is attempting to salvage her rug. Where is he anyway?"

"At the bank getting his paperwork done," Jason didn't envy his cousin for the amount of paperwork he had to do.

The amount seemed to increase every year especially when new technology that could benefit the goblins came out and the general fact that his underlings could be bloodthirsty bastards. Night Terrors snorted at that, "Being a king isn't worth the damn paperwork."

"Agreed," Jason took off his lop hat and set down, "Will you be switching back with Pop soon?"

"Have to, Liu's brat is scared of me after all," Night Terrors grumbled softly.

Hermione was scared of Night Terrors to the point Leon was always in control whenever the demonic entity was out. It frustrated the hell out of Night Terrors more than he enjoyed the fear coming off the girl especially since it meant he couldn't be in control as often anymore. Granted, Night Terrors wasn't that active in the first place, but having his freedom limited really grated on the demonic entity's nerves. Jason could understand which is why he didn't allow Hermione over after a certain time to give Night Terrors a chance to enjoy being in control.

Heading into Gringotts, Calla gripped her father's hand as Hermione asked, "How exactly does this even work?"

"We prick our fingers over a piece of potion treated parchment on a piece of slate covered in runes," Calla explained as Jason led the way towards one of the goblins, "The magic used on both will dissect our blood and write what it finds on the parchment,"

"How do we prick our fingers?" Hermione asked with a frown.

"Enchanted dagger that burns any trace of blood on it's blade and heals the wound it makes," Calla grinned brightly, "I definitely want to get a pair of scissors like that,"

"And you'll be getting a pair eventually," Jason told her with an amused laugh, "I thought you didn't like the idea of using something sharp to kill someone,"

"I can use them to torture someone," Calla stated rather bluntly, "Think about it, you could stab someone in the eye with them and not have them bleed out,"

Before Calla could go into detail, Vivian cut in, "Cal, I think you're making Hermione sick."

Calla looked at Hermione and saw how pale the girl looked. Inwardly wincing, she offered the pale girl an apologetic smile, "Sorry, Hermione. It's hard to remember that you're still getting used to all this."

"Ah, Mister Maker," The goblin teller was grinning a bit as he looked at Calla showing he'd heard her talking, "I assume you're here for the three inheritance tests?"

"Yes," Jason chuckled a bit at the bloodthirsty light in the goblin's eyes.

The goblin barked out something in gobbledygook before saying, "Split-Ear will show you the way."

A goblin with both his ears almost completely split in half appeared and gestured for them to follow him. They were led into a slightly cramped office where a stately looking goblin resided. The goblin shifted his golden framed glasses on his nose, "Good evening, Mister Maker. My name is Iron-Blood and I'll be doing the inheritance tests."

"I thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule, Master Iron-Blood," Jason smiled politely at the goblin.

Iron-Blood nodded before turning to the three pre-teens while seemingly doing his best to ignore Jareth, Candy Pop, Candy Cane, and Liu, "Come forward you three, we do not have time to waste."

Calla stepped forward with a bright smile, "Good evening, Master Iron-Blood. Thank you for your assistance in this matter for both my friends and I."

Iron-Blood's lips twitched a bit into a faint smile as he pulled out three parchment covered slates and a trio of silvery daggers that radiated magic, "Pick a slate and prick your fingers."

Calla and Vivian did as asked immediately while Hermione hesitated. Liu came over and pricked Hermione's finger when she couldn't seem to, "Sorry, Hermione, but we can't waste Master Iron-Blood's time."

Hermione looked at her finger in shock when there wasn't even a cut on it, "I didn't even feel it."

"The blades are enchanted to with a numbing function," Iron-Blood informed Hermione.

"All the better for assassinating someone without being detected," Calla added rather cheerfully earning a few snorts.

Vivian looked at Calla with a raised eyebrow, "Why do you seem so bloodthirsty today?"

Calla flushed a bit as she muttered, "I'm on my period."

Vivian blinked a bit before saying, "That actually makes sense."

Iron-Blood cleared his throat to cut through the silence that had fallen over the room, "The tests should be done as they are quite basic."

Calla picked up her slate and looked it over before saying, "I am related to Slytherin through Mom and Gryffindor through Uncle James."

"Hey, we're related to Morgan Le Fey," Vivian announced with wide eyes, "That's actually really fucking awesome,"

"That also means you're related to King Arthur too," Calla pointed out.

"Who cares about King Arthur? We've got an awesomely powerful bitch for an ancestor," Vivian grinned rather toothily reminding the room that she was Jeff's daughter.

"Wait does that mean we can inherit Camelot?" Hermione asked in a rather breathless tone.

Calla snorted softly, "Nope. Camelot doesn't actually exist anymore."

"Really?" Vivian asked looking faintly disappointed.

"Yup," Calla handed her slate over to Jason, "When it got destroyed, the thing connecting it to this world imploded and turned Camelot into a void,"

"It sucked to watch it get destroyed, but given that it was being over run by demons, it was for the best," Candy Pop commented earning a nod from Candy Cane.