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Hahahaha. You didn't think i was going to update this did you? Joke's on you cuz i did!!! (obviously) And there's 2 more chaps 4 this on the way (not screwin with ya here, rly) one of which will be christmas-themed!!!

Oh, and i reffered to Halloween here only because i had no creativity whatsoever to make up an event. And besides, i wanted to picture the two of them tee-peeing a house. :]

So this one was completely made on a whim. Meh bad if not that good, this one was only for the sake of getting back on track for this fic. =/

First Suggestion

It was 3:00 in the afternoon, maybe 4:00. The setting sun cast orange tinged shadows across the sky-high Redwood trees creating a fanciful image of a magical, if not enchanting, moment. At least that's what Jez would have thought if she wasn't so busy trying to find a trail. Morgead came through here just a few minutes ago; she knew that, but nothing else. Not even why he came here in the first place.

The soft moss on the forest floor dulled Jez's footsteps so not even sharp-eared Morgead would hear her coming. Perfect, he'll pay for leaving her out.

A branch cracked nearby.

Jezebel tensed.

"What are you doing here?" Morgead's body entered Jez's line of vision, emerald eyes glowering annoyingly through the black hair he never bothered to brush.

"What about you?" Jez countered.

He sneered, his thirteen year old face scrunching up. "I asked you first, Jezebel."

He was wearing the same thing he wore the day before, a red and white striped shirt with his dusty and ripped shorts. Not that it mattered. Morgead almost never changed his clothes, not since his Mom had left him.

"I'm here because Uncle Bracken asked me to get you." She grinned "We're going trick-or-treating this year."

"For Halloween?" he asked, "Why?"

"Well, why not?"

"It's just a stupid holiday," Morgead hopped over another tree root and made his way to her, black hair bouncing and falling into his eyes. "and it's pathetic. Humans couldn't be scary if they tried."

Jez sighed. "You're such a kill-joy Morgead. Come on, just one house, and if you want," she waggled her eyebrows deviously; "we can tee-pee it after."

He gave her a sadistic look as he sat down on a fallen log, back facing her. "Not in the mood, Jezebel."

She gave him her own sadistic look. It didn't matter that he couldn't see it, she just really hated him. "I told you to not call me that, Morgy."

When he didn't retort, Jez almost got worried. But she didn't, knowing that the egotistical slump in front of her would either get over it faster than she could blink, or tease her relentlessly for worrying about him.

Finally, when he still didn't retort and only continued to ignore her, Jez managed to swallow just a little of her pride.

"All right, Morgead, what's up?"

"What do you care?"

"Oh, gosh, you're right." Jez sniped, "I mean, we've only been friends for six years. Why should I care?"

"If I tell you what's wrong, will you shut up?"

"Don't count on it."

Morgead gave her his signature glare, then he took a short, furious breath and mumbled something way too fast and incomprehensible, that if Jez were human (ha ha, foreshadowing), she'd have had no hope in hearing it.

But she did hear it.

And she bit her lip.

"You mean…?"

"Yeah," Morgead said pathetically. It was the first time Jez had ever seen him this humiliated. She couldn't decide on whether to help him out or kick him down.

"So… did she say hi?"

"Shut up Jez."

"It was just a question."Jez protested. By this point, she was sitting next to him on the mossy log, not caring if her newly laundered jeans got ruined. "So did your mom say hi?"

Morgead visibly winced at the word 'mom'. "She didn't know me at all."

Jez couldn't imagine what it would be like if Uncle Bracken didn't recognize her. But then again, Morgead's mom didn't take care of him. At all. For all they knew, his mom might not even know he was alive.

She ran a hand through her hair, frowning only slightly whenever her fingers got caught in tangles. Which was a lot, actually.

"Where'd you see her?"

"At a club last night. She was drinking."

To anyone else, drinking would mean alcohol, but to vampires…

The word had a double-meaning that made all too perfect sense.

"Well what did you do Morgead. Ask questions, or did you just attack her?"

It was meant to be rhetoric. To snap Morgead back to the haughty, arrogant vampire Jez loved to hate. But that didn't happen. Instead, Morgead put on a mask of—what? Self pity? Self hatred? It was hard to tell.

"Nothing." He looked away. "I did absolutely nothing."

Well, well. Self pity and self hatred. Two for two.

That's when Jez made her mistake.

She started to care for Morgead.

No. Not care care, but care as in friendship care. It was Morgead, for God's sakes, they were best friends, and absolutely, absolutely, nothing more.

Jez, reluctant as they had never made outright physical contact besides one of their fights, placed a hand on his shoulder and patted it awkwardly.

"Are you… trying to make me feel better?"

Her hand froze. "Want me to stop?"

Morgead looked away again, but this time for a different reason. His face was pink. "Doesn't matter."

Her hand had stopped patting; both of them were content with it just resting there on his shoulder. It felt less awkward.

She wanted to ask more questions. About how his mom looked like. Jez's mom was purely imaginary; due to the fact Uncle Bracken didn't have any pictures of her or her father, so her features were changeable anytime Jez took the trouble to think about her.

But she couldn't, not now at least. She'll ask when Morgead goes back to his old self.

So they sat there, watching the last remnants of the sunset together. It was nice, actually. They were quiet. Morgead was quiet.

Too quiet. Out of nowhere, just to fill the silence, Jez thought out loud. "We need a family."

Morgead looked at her. His face was red with some emotion and Jez had the sudden feeling that the quiet moment was over. "What are you talking about?"

"We need more people. More vampires. We could start our own family."

Morgead chuckled darkly, but Jez was okay with it. It meant he was getting back to his old self. "Getting bored with me, Jezebel?"

"Maybe, Morgy." She smiled then turned serious. "We should think about it."

"It won't just be you and me anymore."

"But more vampires mean more blood."

He chuckled darkly again. "Blood's it then? No other reason you suddenly had this inspiration?"

Jez thought about it. "Nope. Not really. And what's wrong with wanting more blood?" Her gums and teeth ached just thinking of that hot, sweet liquid. Giving her oxygen, warming up her throat… "It's in our nature."

Morgead shrugged his shoulder out from under her hand. Jez tried to not get too offended; after all, it didn't mean anything. Clearly, his emotional issues were resolved, or at least being concealed by the facade only he could pull off, so there was no need for her sympathy anymore.

He looked at her. She looked at him.

"Fine then. Let's do it."

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P.S. Moonlit Mist is getting along just fine. Close to 4,000 words, need 2,000+ more to finish XP.