August 13, 17

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Vampire

[1]- "A corpse supposed, in European folklore, to leave its grave at night to drink the blood of the living by biting their necks with long pointed canine teeth..."

[2]- "A person who preys ruthlessly on others..."

[3]- "A small bat that feeds on the blood of mammals or birds using its two sharp incisor teeth and anticoagulant saliva, found mainly in tropical America..."

-Googled it


No One's Perspective-

Eyes snapped open, blankly focusing on the ceiling fan, her mind off at recent matters. She quietly sat up, blinking out towards her window, the starry sky welded into the night with its companion the part-moon. Dark eyes glanced down towards the neon lights shining from her alarm clock, grumbling tiredly. "Why did you wake me up...couldn't I just dream?" Tori groaned, collapsing back to her pillows stubbornly. With eyebrows stitched together irritably, the teen shifted her legs in a vain effort to null the warmth spreading between them.

And as always, it was fruitless.

'Oh-my-god,' she internally growled, furrowing her brows firmly. Sighing in defeat, Tori felt her hand slip down, teeth gritting forcefully. A familiar face - a pale goddess as her thoughts managed to her disapproval - seeped into her skull, becoming the center of the several minutes spent.

As the clock blinked twenty after, the half-Latina's rattling breath slowed, eyes glaring out. "You happy now?" she spat to the otherwise empty room. Groaning, she slapped a hand to her forehead, Jade's languid dancing - 'Of all things, Tori,' her conscious hammered - replaying in her head. Burrowing her face into the pillow, Tori hummed sourly, begging for more sleep that night. However, as she felt skin warm drastically, she knew it wouldn't come so easily. With a fretful sigh, her ministrations continued, thoughts surrounding pastel skin against hers with the thought of actually sleeping spontaneously - and constantly - crossing her mind.

Once she was apparently worn from the several rounds, Tori groaned into her pillow with a wavering smile. Drowsiness pressed weight against her figure, settling her mind into a blissful sleep.

"TORI! WAKE UP SO THAT YOU CAN LOOK PRESENTABLE FOR UNCLE GEORGE AND AUNT JEWEL!"

"Damn it," she cursed hotly, glaring out towards her door as it bashed open, presenting her sister. Immediately Trina repulsed, eyes glancing disgustingly at her sister curled in the tangled sheets.

"Why are you in he-"

"Get out!" Tori snarled, chucking her pillow straight at the other. Trina shrieked, stampeding down the stairs in a flash.

"MOM! TORI TRIED TO KILL ME!"

"Jesus-fucking-Christ," the half-Latina rolled her eyes, diving back towards the pillows once again. Thoughts traveled towards distant memories of the couple, both contributing to the immense amount of stories from her childhood. She smiled warmly at the thought of her young cousin, shaking her head at the recollection of his antics.

Jade then followed, not leaving her mind as a plastered poster along her skull. She winced tiredly, skewing her eyes shut at the realization that school - in fact - would be tomorrow as it always was on Mondays. "Shit," she breathed, slapping her palm against her forehead. However, as the aroma of breakfast - something which is scarce - wafted through her room, Tori shuffled out of bed before making a quick pit-stop to the bathroom. She scrambled around before finding Trina's scent-cover spray.

Tori coughed, grimacing as she mentally noted that Trina's was terrible and her own was quite pleasant. And, for that thought, she took a moment to mourn the last spray before having to chuck the bottle in the trash.

Shaking her head, the half-Latina meandered down the stairs, furrowing her brows at the sight down below. Trina shot a quick glare - one that wasn't all that menacing - while her parents shuffled around in the kitchen. "I'm telling you, Gary would be a good one to bite-"

"We aren't biting Gary," David groaned, having already gone through the conversation multiple times.

"What? We could use another person in our pack," Holly shrugged, her husband shaking his head. "And he's cute."

"Right..." David muttered slowly, slapping his palm to his forehead, "Now what about me?"

"You're even better."

"Alright, now can we move on before I accidentally rip off his head? It- Oh hey Tori!" David grinned, apparently relieved from her intervention.

Shuffling beside her father, Tori murmured quietly, "Why she going after Gary again?"

"I don't know," he growled wearily, "She's good with me... I think she's just a huge flirt like he is. Keeps making everything complicated."

"I thought that's what she does-"

"Hey," Holly snapped, "Just because I can't turn at all doesn't mean I can't hear you!" Immediately, the two grew silent with small smirks.

"That, and he'll probably die in forty years and we'll forget about him," David added.

"David!" she whined, "Quit putting lies in Tori's head!"

"You're the one weird about my partner in crime," the officer scoffed, grumbling as he settled over towards the couch. Holly grinned mischievously, shaking her head.

Turning to Trina, she muttered, "Well, he was weird about my secretary so there we go-"

"Just because I lost my smell, doesn't mean I still can't hear! And you liked her too you know!" David called form the couch, switching the television on. The two teens glanced at each other, cringing slightly.

'Is this what happens when you turn a hundred? You fight over each other's people?' Trina mouthed.

'Maybe," Tori shrugged.

The doorbell rung loudly, stripping the whole family from their ridiculous feud. The singer groaned once all pairs of eyes settled on her, bringing her strides towards the door. Gripping the handle, the front door swung open, a smile crawling along her lips. "Hey guys!" she greeted, briefly embracing all of the three entering the household.

"My, my, what a lovely place!" his booming voice filled throughout the room, the rest greeting cheerfully. He chuckled through his red, bushy mustache before shaking hands with David. "Hey there little brother, how you doing?"

"Fine, fine," the officer nodded, "Just going with the flow... Hey Jewel!"

"Oh hi David!" she smiled, a small toddler at the end of her hand, "Joseph's been excited about all those toys he played with last time." To accompany his mother's words, the little boy nodded, shaggy blonde hair shaking.

"Well...we do have some in the garage..." David mumbled, putting his finger to his lips, "Tell you what, Tori will go get them for you, right?"

"Yeah, I'll go ahead," the teen nodded, striding across the room quickly. Once the door closed behind her, the voices drowned out by the still silence of the garage, Tori heaved a tired breath. Running a hand through her hair, she strode along the wall, giving a quick glance at the closed, secret door beside the cabinets. She whined quietly, distinctly recalling the tires racing across her lawn before nearly hitting the tree. Clearing her throat, however, Tori found her attention to draw towards the heavy box high above, sitting at the highest shelf.

Rolling her eyes, Tori climbed her fingers down to her shirt, promptly tearing the article of clothing off. The rest of them followed, leaving her bare for a few seconds. Immediately, limbs grew to their greatest power, her black nose breathing against the shelf. Carefully, claws handled the box before settling it down to the ground. Hands formed paws as the hind ones shrunk, leaving a horned-wolf to blink into the relatively dark garage.

Clutching the box with its handle between her jowls, Tori trotted towards the door. She pawed lightly at the door before Trina - who scoffed with a quaint grin - opened it. "Joseph! You got some stuff for you!" she turned, the small boy widening his eyes as Tori meandered through, tail high.

"Tori!" he grinned, "You a wolfy!" The singer's tail swished lightly as the boy - against his mothers wishes - abruptly stripped down before hauling his little wolf body towards the other. Small, scampering feet darted around lengthy legs. Small 'yips' sounded from the paler wolf, great doe eyes staring at identical ones settled with a black muzzle. Standing on his hinds, he pressed his front against her chest, a small pink tongue licking the black horns.

"Okay, Joseph, stop that!" Jewel barked, the small wolf perking his ears before racing towards the door. With a short bark, he turned towards Tori who strolled towards him, box-less. Once there, he tore off towards the table, the older cousin following slowly. Once he went back towards the couch, she blinked towards Trina, pleadingly.

"I'm not turning for your benefit." A flash of white teeth only rolled her eyes. "Look, I'll join later; just get him to calm down and watch TV or something... And I'll get you two robes." Tori snorted her thanks before jogging towards the small boy. He hopped on all fours, trampling over Tori's tail with his own swishing with his rump.

As Trina trailed along the stairs, gripping the railing, Holly asked, "So has he turned or still working on it?"

"You know it's funny," George answered, settling himself at the table, "He's done it accidentally a few times when turning to a wolf but, when he tries, kinda hard."

Giving a short laugh, David commented, "Just funny how everyone's different. I remember Trina couldn't turn for the longest time until right before Tori was born and Tori practically turned the first year."

"Both have beautiful coats," Jewel grinned, eyeing the black creeping along the half-Latina's long limbs. "Will the black ever go or..."

"No," Holly mumbled, "It's actually gotten darker and it used to be only at the legs and tail... It's gotten to her muzzle and ears now too."

"Those horns are really interesting... I mean- you know what I mean."

"Yeah," David nodded, "And she's reached about eight feet a couple of months ago."

With eyes bugging, George cursed, "Well shit! You weren't kidding when you said she was the biggest of the pack!"

"Well," Holly gestured towards her husband, "That might not be so true if you don't count the horns." Jewel raised a brow, eyes shifting towards the other's stomach. "Oh no, don't get any ideas about that, we're not going to do anything for a little while. No... Tori actually bit one of her friends-"

"Really?"

"It was when she turned without the medication," David hummed quietly.

"Anyway," Holly sighed, "She's a Lycan and just absolutely huge! Both are female alphas which kind of explains them butting heads in the beginning of the year."

"Really now?" George crossed his arms in interest, "They good or..."

"They actually go along quite well... I mean, still the most retarded of arguments but, you know, they're teenagers," Holly shrugged, getting up from the table. "Now I'm going to get a drink, anybody want any?" All shook their heads politely, Trina joining the table.

"So two female alphas getting along... How the hell does that work?"

"I don't know," David muttered, eyeing his daughter as she settled down on the couch with a robe, glasses perched before her eyes. Joseph giggled with his toys, occasionally glancing at the screen. Once some random advertisement splayed across - Holly seating herself at the table - Joseph couldn't tear his eyes from it. With his eyes glued to the screen, Tori chuckled. She shook her head as the young cousin glanced down towards his toes, frowning at the toy just from them. His small hands went to reach towards the stringing elephant - whatever it was, the teen didn't know - face contorting with determination. Feeling her glasses slip, Tori pressed them to their usual place, eyes glaring blandly at the screen as conversation began to brew at the table.

"So what's the news, David?" George's deep husked whispered, "Haven't heard as much as I'd like down where we are."

"Not good," the officer mumbled firmly.

"How d'you mean?"

David sighed quietly, shaking his head. "They aren't slowing down, any. Whoever is in charge wants more at once... There were quite a few kidnappings just last week. I'm glad Tori went to Jekyll & Hyde Blvd. when she did."

"Now what does that mean?" Jewel's voice piped in, Holly taking her glass to her lips.

"Well, there were a heck of a lot of security with Wolff when she went but this passed holiday...damn," his voice croaked quietly, "Well...we don't have much of a problem with the homeless as we had before." Eyes widened as she blinked towards the screen, her heart thumping murderously against her ears. Her breaths grew shallow, lungs attempting to snatch any fresh air about.

"What? Who was...who was taken?"

"Well," David heaved a breath wearily, "There was Dennis, Jacob, Maree, and then Samuel."

"The Confederate?" George growled disapprovingly.

"Yes, that's him... Dude, he's not the worst guy in the world," David nodded, brows furrowing just slightly.

"Not a bad dude?" the uncle snorted, "Uh, he kind of tried to blow off my head! Honestly, the trigger happy bastard had no right-"

"Calm down, I know. It's been over a century and he's fine. Calm-down," Holly rolled her eyes, lips pursed against her drink. George fell quiet once again, crossing his arms in pout. Shaking her head, Holly continued, turning to her husband. "So," she began, "How were they caught?"

David shrugged with a scowl. "Beats me how they did it; did it in the dead of night. The Wolff security- or whoever was there woke to this flash of light and a black van turning around the corner... Now I'm suspecting they did the same with what they did with Trevor Lavoar a few days ago with the taser and van but, honestly, I don't know," he finished with a quick breath. "That," he added in an afterthought, "And these people are just becoming more and more willing to do whatever. I just hope they aren't just blatantly killing anybody off."

"Yeah... Can't ever trust those Lycanists..." Jewel nodded solemnly, "Now didn't you say there are now a few more in the Occult Elite?"

"Uh huh," Holly answered, David blinking though his thoughts. "There's seven now... One of them has a cousin who's a part of it," she shook her head, "But, I mean, elves aren't bad to have anyway - damn good snipers."

Joseph chirped though a giggle, tossing his small ball to his side before shining great doe eyes towards the half-Latina. She smile gingerly, gaze trailing along as his attention grew attached to the television. Once or twice he blinked, setting his grin back down to the crowding toys as Tori's brows furrowed; the red banner along the bottom shone, "Lavoar Missing: Last Seen in Hollywood Blvd... Suspected Kidnapping... Possible Runaway..."

'Possible runaway?' her thoughts pondered, a small sneer spreading across her face at the sheer ignorance of it. He wasn't an angsty teen - as Tori reasoned - and definitely far from the rebellious type. Or, at least, that's what she knew from what her father had said before.

"Anyway, what about-"

Her uncle's voice dropped into a deadly whisper, his eyes - as her neck prickled - focusing at the back of her head. She hadn't needed to listen closely to know where the conversation turned.

David - considerably closer to his daughter - answered grimly, "I don't know... She can take care of herself, damn sure of that. But...I don't know. She's definitely on their records because of me and mom but, well, they may or may not try to get her."

"Oh they probably will if they've been stealing the drug," George put in, adding, "I mean, how much of that stuff is she taking now? Three a moon spell?"

"Two for now."

"Still. Retter, when I talked to him this morning, said that she's still the most active. I mean, Lavoar might have been able to give a run for her money but, damn, a bite force of 1,563psi? That's like a fucking jaguar!"

"Lothur's back?" David asked hopefully.

"Uh huh, just got in this morning... Wasn't able to get any drugs but he's done some more research on blood, as usual."

"Eh, who knows?" Holly chortled lightly, "He may be on to something."

With that, the room grew quiet, leaving Tori's thoughts away from the cheerful advertisement panning across the screen.

-(:)-

Its short, abrupt screams rang throughout the dark room, the teen groaning and tossing from the bed. "Fucking hell," Jade snarled, chucking a small pillow at the alarm clock. Immediately - as the cord was ripped from the wall - all was silent in the room. Even so, the thespian still struggled up anyway, a brow arching. A dull heat ran along her back and lower gut, tickling her insides. Blinking in the dark, Jade picked herself from the bed, shuffling towards the door.

Her grip snatched a towel from the laundry beside her, steps striding towards a door to the left.

Thoughts wondered from the water as it thundered against the tub's floor, eyes blinking rapidly in the bright light. Nails absentmindedly began to caress her stomach, line her thighs and brush against her chest before she startled, glancing towards the shower. Once stepping in, Jade sighed breathily under the hot water before slapping her palm against her lips. She glared at the shower head, twisting the knob before freezing patters raced against her back.

Nothing was fixed - she really hadn't known what was to be fixed - other than the now chattering of teeth unwilling to cease. She shivered, despite now acknowledging the wave of heat scalding along her back, pooling between her legs. Arms drooped to her side as her face grew neutral, eyes cold at the opposing wall. Her thoughts nulled towards the discarded tampons left in the trash.

"Fuck," she snarled, sneering at nothing in particular.

Deciding that a shower at this particular moment wasn't a good idea, a hand shot out towards the faucet, immediately switching the flooding streams off. Jade hastily hopped around the curtains, diving for her towel. Once pastel skin was properly dried, Jade meandered towards her room, only to be out within five minutes, sporting her leather jacket. "Hey," Jake grinned once she stomped down the stairs, "You, uh, not in a good mood Miss Wolfy?"

"What have I told you about that?" Jade snapped, her brother merely shrugging.

"Well, I won't say that you're a werewolf -" Jade nodded in appreciation "- but you just went with team Jacob."

"I am going to fucking kill you if you don't get your ass in the car right now," the Lycan snapped, her husk drowning her otherwise smooth vocals. Shrugging, Jake trotted towards the front door, Jade snatching her keys. "Anyway, you're going to have to buy breakfast -"

"But the pancakes suck there."

"- because I'll be late to school," Jade pressed on, slamming the front door behind both of them. "And they weren't that bad when I went there!"

"You went for a week before ditching to visit Hollywood Arts," Jake retorted, Jade rolling her eyes with a hint of a smile; fond memories replayed in her mind.

"Hey, it all worked out," Jade hummed.

"Still got that 'C' in calculus?"

"That never happened and the fucking worksheet was in someone's trashcan," the thespian glared at the other. He merely slid in the passenger seat, buckling himself in. He hummed a tune once Jade climbed in, the goth finding herself annoyed at the song; she planned to trash his room later for bringing several theme songs alike Teen Wolf's back into her life.

-(:)-

Rolling her eyes, Tori shut her locker, Andre still chuckling at his dry joke. "Oh come on," he grinned towards the half-Latina, Cat beside him chortling, "It wasn't that bad."

"Uh huh," she shook her head, "Right... Anyway, so about tonight, who's coming?"

"Erm... You know Cat and I are," he shifted towards the redhead as her laughter died down, nodding, "And...let's see... Beck said he'll come and bring Jade -" the singer mentally cursed, mind crawling back towards the long, dreadful hours just that prior day "- and Robbie will I think. Yeah, so everybody will come over." She nodded earnestly however, tuning in as Cat made a list of all the movies they could watch whilst studying for their respective homework.

Her finger prodded her chin in thought, dark eyes to the ceiling. "And maybe we could watch 'Tarzan' too!" she murmured, Andre and Tori sharing a knowing look.

"And I do have the whole 'Journey' series, 'Terminator,'" she nodded towards the musician who fist pumped the air excitedly, "and then...and then...then...the uh...and..." The two furrowed their brows as doe eyes sharpened, her pupils dilated as her nostrils flared subtly, mouth parted just a sliver. She felt her canines lengthen no longer than a millimeter, her gaze darting about frantically, her gut pooling what seemed to be lava. "Jade," she growled lowly, her animalistic husk breaking through, sending shivers down the others' spine from the sheer octave.

The teen twisted around, stare gliding passed the shuffling students as the barked out their day's plans, perhaps having some time to hang out on the Monday afternoon. Her back straightened as her gaze locked onto Jade, clad with her trademark leather jacket and black shirt. She froze as the thespian did the same, halting with her hand on her locker.

The blades staggered about her locker reflected the unmoving stare, pale eyes hesitantly sliding towards her right after a moment. Her skin prickled once she was met with Tori's own set of eyes, which then flicked along the half-Latina. She didn't have to catch a whiff to know that Tori was closer than a wolf than human; her cheekbones became more defined, eyes lighting with a flame and canines barely poking through her unhinged jaws. Momentarily, she switched her gaze towards Cat and Andre, both not able to catch on to the small details; small as they were, it wasn't hard to notice the stock, tense frame or hungry scowl crossing her features.

With a silent agreement - and a hearty slam of a blinking locker that was left cracked from before - both tore across the hall. The two by the singer's locker blinked, mouths hanging open, thoroughly confused as Jade snatched her wrist, dragging her towards the closet. "The hell is up with them?" Andre furrowed his brows.

"How did she know Jade was here?" Cat followed up, the musician shrugging.

The door simply opened and closed, the two girls disappearing behind it. With the light out - as if they really needed it anyways - Jade crossed her arms, the other pressing her own body against the wall with a sneer.

"You know," Tori growled, her tone still low, "you really didn't need to throw me in here."

"Whatever," Jade waved off simply, raising a brow at the singer. "Now you have to expla...explain to- to me why..." Her words dissipated as soon as they had flowed from her mouth, the singer stepping towards her. She shivered once hands traced her jaw, bringing her down towards Tori. Lips pressed against each other hungrily, both feeling their voice rattle out.

Pulling away, the half-Latina smirked. "Is that a good enough explanation?" she murmured, Jade nodding before steps stumbled, knocking the two both against the wall. Tori grunted once her back smacked against the white brick, hands gingerly finding their way to support her. Once the two were relatively stable on their own feet, her back still against the wall, the goth grinned bashfully.

"Whoops..."

"Uh huh..." Tori replied breathily, dilated pupils staring up at Jade's own. In a rush, lips connected feverishly, replenishing a small fraction of the raging fires in their guts. All prior thoughts slipped away earnestly, the goth sending quick, peppered kisses along the half-Latina's jaw, nails raking her back. Her hot breath washed against pale skin, hips connecting as a hand shot out, clutching the wall in an effort to remain stable.

A single cough interrupted their dazed spell, both teens glaring at the huddled janitor in the corner. "I swear I see so many people come in here and make out. You two make it seem like it's nothing what they're doin'... Do all of you really act like this when you're in heat?"

Jade blinked as Tori groaned; she'd forgotten that the janitor was an elf. "Please don't tell my dad," she husked quietly, unable to shake the tone away as she clutched the goth's leather jacket, hand still at the wall.

"I wouldn't...still pups you are," he shrugged, "But I am takin' a nap here so...you mind?"

"Come on Vega," Jade muttered, hesitantly disconnecting with the singer's grip, "We need to go to class." She shuddered once the bell screeched just as she said it, mentally cursing herself at the ringing in her ears. The two flowed with the surging crowd, pale eyes keeping towards the singer earnestly. She found her steps to automatically halt, her classroom door opened. Doe eyes blinked back at her, lighting with a hungry fire before Tori whisked away.

Blinking, Jade stumbled towards her classroom, mind buzzing frantically. It wasn't until she sat in her seat, Mr. Fletcher nodding towards her, that the Lycan felt the hurtling blow hit her gut. Her scent still wafted through her senses, heat still pooling at her stomach. 'No, quit it. Just because you're in heat doesn't mean you have to...' she rummaged, her foot tapping anxiously against the ground. She mentally swore, shoving the piles of distinct memories of her stomach fluttering at doe eyes back to the depths of her mind.

Though, as luck would have it, she continued to dip back into her fantasies throughout the class period, wearily darting her gaze about. She shook her head; mortals couldn't smell for shit.

-(:)-

"Cat, sit down... I can't see the screen," Andre whined, moving his head about in order to watch the wild man swing about on the long vines. The redhead shuffled sheepishly, seating herself among the line along the couch. The musician grinned gratefully, folding his arms in interest. Beside him, the Canadian leaned forward, briefly muttering an 'excuse me' before shoveling a handful of popcorn in his mouth. His brow arched - as it had before - dark eyes looming over the tapping foot beside him. He debated whether or not to actually hold the knee alike before, though considered the scissors just in the boot as threatened earlier.

So, with that, Beck munched on his snack, eyes back to the screen.

As the film rolled, no one paid any mind to the new coming steps down the stairs, the other sister bobbing her head with music, eyes briefly glancing at the television. Letting the headphones sag from their place, she chortled. "Are you all seriously watching 'Tarzan?'" Trina scoffed, rolling her eyes whilst Cat pouted.

"Well, not really the worst thing to watch," Beck shrugged, Trina pursing her lips as her strides glided towards the kitchen. She shuffled about, not really caring for the noise emitted from her attempted hums or ministrations to obtain a glass cup. However, she then froze in her quest for water, nostrils flaring. Immediately Trina twisted around, eyes darting for the taps of her sister's agitated foot.

'Oh god,' her thoughts groaned, pale eyes staring straight ahead whilst Tori - she assumed - had done the same, hunched over. Thoughts whirled in her skull, briefly glancing towards the small space between Beck and Andre. Biting at the bottom of her lip, she the tugged a tight smile, glancing at the television. "Is this the one where the sexy ape man saves the Brit?" she asked, throat strained from the volume.

"Uh," the Canadian blinked, nodding slowly whilst the others groaned, "Yeah, I guess you could describe it as that."

"Leave room for me!" she ordered, eyes darting wildly between the two others, scents strong and overbearing. Even with Beck's casual arm around her shoulders - which she hadn't truthfully noticed - her eyes remained on the two girls. The room grew quiet as all eyes were on illuminated light, Jade and Tori's to their phones and the rest on the television. Minutes slipped away as well as Trina's attention, brows furrowing at the screen.

With a soft grin and eyes meeting pale orbs, Tori cleared her throat. "Trina? I need to go to the doctor's. I have an appointment, remember?"

"Yeah..."

"So, can I go?"

"You don't have a license."

"Jade will take me."

"Sur- What?" In three abrupt seconds Trina's eyes grew wide, flashing towards the both the girls as they stood, heading for the door. "Uh, well..uhm...yeah- sure, right. Go and get the...the stuff done and then come back and, erm... Jade; don't- Ah- Eh... Jade, give me more of that fur- lotion kit."

The thespian's brow arched towards the scrambled words, Trina shivering underneath Beck's light grasp, the three others turning their heads to the sudden commotion. "Uh, how about no," the goth growled, slipping towards the front door. As both girls scrambled out, shutting the door, the rest of the group glanced towards Trina.

"Do you have more popcorn?" Andre asked, gesturing towards the kitchen.

"Uh... I think so."

-(:)-

She never really expected Jade to live in a small, Victorian manor. Not that it was small; it was certainly bigger than her own house. Several pictures lined the walls instead of the large windows she was accustomed to while the floorboards creaked in older areas. However, the heat building up in her gut swept any thoughts pertaining to anything about décor, instead wondering over towards the goth striding up the stairs.

Her steps followed Jade, hand gliding along the railing of the stairs. Both then crept towards Jade's room, door opening softly to expose the Lycan's living quarters; Tori chuckled at the sight of the fan and the crack running along it, dully recalling Jade complaining about having to buy a new one.

Even with her heart thumping just behind her ear she heard the click of the door, Jade shuffling anxiously as her room was surveyed. Nothing was unexpected - Tori found - with the books and several rather grim knickknacks littering the bookshelves, desk occupied with homework and any other needed supplies: a beside table stood beside the bed, lamp sitting on top in front of the window. The half-Latina smiled despite her body raging with heat, eyes wandering about innocently. "Looks nice," she murmured, setting her gaze on the black sheets lining the king-sized bed, the corner left unset from Jade's morning reluctance to tidy anything.

"Right..." the goth mumbled, striding towards the other in two steps, hands finding Tori's waist. Dark eyes closed as lips pressed against her shoulder, pale eyes watching her changing expression. "Have you done any of this before?"

"Like what, anything sexual?" she growled, twisting around, leaning back into the bed. Her back landed with a soft thud, the Lycan straddling her hips.

"Yeah...I guess..."

"I've been going through heat since I was ten, that should give you an idea," Tori husked, abruptly flipping the two over with great strength.

Smirking, Jade chuckled, "Well shit... But you are a virgin aren't you?"

"Doesn't matter now," the singer shrugged, immediately diving for lips, tongue sliding. Jade groaned from the sudden force against her, clawing at the half-Latina's sides. Heat hummed throughout her body, pulsing with the steady - speeding, rather - beat of her heart. Lips detached, the half-Latina shuffling with her shirt. Deciding to do the same, Jade soon found several articles of clothing to the ground, the absence of them revealing all of which she'd seen before. Though, with the dimmed light shining through her closed curtains, the sudden, erotic flame in doe eyes, she smirked greedily at the bronze skin exposed to her. Hands ran alongside tensing flesh, Tori grinning with pleasure.

Buckles clinked as lips crushed against the Lycan's, hands thrusting hips against her own. The singer struggled with her own belt, lips grinning against her neck as hands teased her waist band. "Jade," she breathed, the other chuckling throatily; if that wasn't a plea for help, she didn't know what was. Tori gasped as the pants - loosened - were torn away, foreplay not an ideal method. 'This time,' crossed the singer's mind before she could stop it, her teeth allowing a quiet moan to slip once she was twisted to her back.

With legs pinned to her sides, Jade free from her own sets of clothing, lips pressed against her own once again, fingers trailing down her stomach. Time wasn't an issue, though it wasn't something to take either. Immediately she felt digits plunge in, body tensing abruptly as Jade smirked. With an easeful motion, hips moved with the pace, gut already tensing from the long, tiring day of waiting. The goth smirked once again as Tori whimpered, legs beginning to wrap around her body. Within a few minutes, Jade chuckled throatily at the shivering singer beneath her, Tori giving a small, quaint grin herself.

"Your turn," she hummed quietly, Jade arching a brow.

The thespian gave a suppressed yelp, her shoulders abruptly meeting the bed sheets. "You really think so?" she wheezed, the line coming more breathless than she had anticipated before being thrown to her back. She shivered lightly at the palm against her side, clutching her to the bed as the other trailed down between her legs. Tori smirked.

The goth growled at the teasing nature of her motions, hips attempting to move with them to no avail; there was still that hand clamped to her side. Though, to her advantage, she knew it wouldn't last long. Not that it wasn't enjoyable, her voice said that much. The singer began to pump in and out with more speed, Jade cooing, white teeth flashing. With one final moan, she shuddered briefly, Tori gazing down with infatuation.

As her heavy breaths began to subdue, the heat dissipating slowly, eyes widened. Tori jerked from the goth, frantically searching for anything to cover herself, cheeks warming violently. Jade furrowed her brows to the sheets, meanwhile, crossing her arms over her chest. As cloth draped over the half-Latina's shoulders, despite pale eyes already knowing her body well enough, the thespian sighed. The room sat in a still silence, their hearts thumping disapprovingly behind their ears, skin prickling uncomfortably.

Once the clock's ticking hand struck five minutes, the two girls squirmed, both with their eyes to the bed. "This doesn't mean anything, does it?" Jade's grueling husk spat out wearily - despite her fairly persuasive internal thoughts - her glare seeking the other's reply. She shook her head calmly, still burrowed underneath the blankets with her cheeks flushed. Rubbing her temple, Jade cursed, "Why the hell is it the first time we go into heat we just fuck?"

"Well..." Tori made to correct, before nodding softly, "Yeah... We mated, really, so when we're in our turned forms, essentially, we would be a closer pack since we're not blood related..."

"And what," the goth muttered, "we're closer now because... God Tori, I just took your virginity because we couldn't keep our heads straight! The most we're supposed to be is friends and even then that's hard-"

"I know," the half-Latina barked, "But you forget that our other selves can have other ideas."

"Just because we're alphas doesn't mean we can't control it," Jade mumbled sternly, earning an arched brow.

The singer huffed hotly, folding her arms as the blanket draped down to her mid back. "Do you really think I don't know that?" she sneered, "Of course we can control it! I said it was going to be harder for us than others but not that we can't. We just...may have...wanted it and allowed...us to..." Her words faltered, growing to a cough before she settled her gaze down to the sheets, blanket back over her shoulders.

"And now what?" the Lycan growled, not satisfied, "We just 'help' each other whenever the time of the month comes by? How the hell are we going to go around and just act normal?"

Rolling her eyes, Tori shook her head. "No, we'll be fine for a long while. We don't-" she swallowed forcefully, ignoring the small voice in the back of her head, "We don't like each other like that as humans so it wouldn't be necessary for every month. Just, just for a long time... And besides, Trina and my mom will find out immediately anyway." Jade glared as Tori gestured towards her nose, immediately scrunching it distastefully.

"I don't want your family to know about our sex lives, thank you very much," she crossed her arms, scowling morbidly.

"Well," Tori grumbled, twisting away so that her long, blanket-clad back would face the goth, "too late for that."

Her hands clutched the end of her black sheets, grimacing at the scorching spit in the singer's words. Though, perhaps, she had gone a bit too far as she supposed. Jade twisted her gaze towards the alarm clock resting on the side of the bed, neon letters blaring in her eyes.

"So what about that little promise we had a few weeks ago then... Huh? We just throw that away?" Jade growled gingerly, folding her arms across her chest. "You said we had to just keep away- You were the one coming to me about it."

"I know, I know Jade," the other sighed quietly, "It's just that... It's just that I can't- I don't know how to do anything with you and...and you're just..."

When no true answer came, a brow arched before she muttered, "And I'm just what Tori?" The half-Latina shrugged, eyes kept firmly on the ground. Jade felt a sudden wave of guilt begin to gnaw at her gut, forcing her to eat her own words. She blinked towards the other, hesitant with the blooming ideas pinging in her skull. Clearing her throat, she felt her voice soften as she murmured, "So...Tori?" The half-Latina hadn't moved aside from the slight tilt of the head, eyes still resting towards the bed covers. "So...do you want me to take you to, er, your appointment?" A small nod replied silently, the Lycan continuing as she slowly crawled closer, brows furrowed, "Alright. I'll just change and, er, we'll go after we're good to go then."

The fan swung overhead, ignorant of the tensed teens, minds rocketing through their jumbled thoughts.

Jade blinked, brows furrowed deep into pale eyes, a second heartbeat dulled in her thoughts. Hesitantly, she shifted forward, soon finding her arms around the singer, breath held. Anxious, the goth settled her head against Tori's warm shoulder, the beat of the pulsing muscle louder in her mind. "And for the record," she muffled quietly, ignoring the several doubtful voices ringing through her ears. The singer narrowed her gaze curiously, jaw attempting to slack open for a question before warm lips quickly pecked her cheek, the thespian tearing away not a second later.

The seething thoughts just sunk down in an artic pool, leaving her breathless, furrowed brows to the wall.

"Wha..." she breathed, blinking through her stunned joints, head then turning towards the opened closet where shadows shuffled for clothes. Her cooling fingertips brushed against her cheek, eyes set on the door. Tori figured - before she had realized to wipe the stupid smile off her face - to get around as well, her clothing littered along the floor.

-(:)-

The vehicle rocked back and forth as steps made their strides to the same, dark alleyway. Her skin prickled against her leather jacket - the inside material still hugging her appreciatively - while her breath clouded the air in a thin mist; it seemed strange how the atmosphere had changed drastically during the night, the gentle warmth flooding her senses during the evening having already tucked in for the night. Jade furrowed her brows, hands clamping to fists at the chilling atmosphere of Jekyll & Hyde Blvd. 'Perhaps this is why it's named that,' her thoughts humored bitterly, lips pursed as Tori darted around a corner.

The goth veered her gaze down the street, hardly believing that her phone - once eyes had blinked down at the illuminated light - told her it was only seven-forty. The way the light draped from the streetlamps had said otherwise. As she shivered, the deserted street aside from the gentle shop lights and roaming figures, Jade dully reminded herself how this was indeed a Leygate, which tended to be dreadfully cold or warm based on lights.

On the contrary, the singer seemed to rather enjoy herself in the brisk chill, eyes occasionally wondering up towards the blinking stars as they winked down, bringing her the closest shred of a night's natural light that her body could handle. It wouldn't have surprised Jade if Tori had taken this walk during this time of night, even with the shifty eyes of a brittle werewolf by in the corner. Narrowing her own gaze, the thespian glanced over, watching as the hooded figure merely meandered towards the Wolff shelter, joining the other few waiting. She broke the gaze of Jeremy, the twinge in her gut pulling her towards the other teen.

She halted, however, once Tori had done the same, knuckles tensed around the brass handle. Her eyes flicked around - just as peculiar as Jeremy's had done and the hooded werewolf - before she quickly flew the door open. The bell rang from the top of the frame, barely making the presence known before the half-Latina was in the middle of the room, Jade by the door. She exhaled a long breath, glad that nobody had come up to her by the doctor's doorstep.

As the door clicked behind her, nostrils flared at the calm vapors reaching them, pale eyes darting about, attempting to calculate through different matches. As Jade gathered, it was almost a fragrance of some flower unknown to her - though she hadn't doubted that witches would be familiar - with a slight, musty addition. At the peculiarity of the scent, Jade allowed her eyes to linger at the several pictures hanging along the walls, several of which involving werewolf anatomy: a skull with the long muzzle of a wolf (though with the several intricacies of joints and strong tongue) in comparison to a Husky, distorted images depicting a human turning over time which had a gradual decrease in pain, a chart comparing and contrasting the vampire and werewolf's abilities, the interpretation of how bones relocate and form during a transformation, a radiographic image of the two step process of biting...

Her mind spun rapidly, the immense about of observed truths making themselves known. It reminded her just how much of this world she had yet to know, and thus sending her thoughts to Tori, debating just how much the born-werewolf actually knew herself. After all, being - what - only seventeen with centuries of lifespan was still considered to be an infant.

"Ah, good evening Tori, I had expected you to come earlier," a smooth, mellow voice rang throughout the room, Jade spooking while Tori grinned. In the doorway, amongst the dim lighting, the goth found a rather tall man with a long coat draping down his shoulders. Rectangular spectacles sat on the bridge of his strong, Roman nose, violet eyes piercing through alike a cat's when shone by a flashlight. His hair was cleanly cut, the longer strands towards the top rustled from the hour of the night. Broad shoulders presented themselves as his hands clasped together behind his back, a grin stretching across a whiskered beard. "Though," he continued lightly, "I'd expect this isn't the latest, is it?"

Pale eyes narrowed; strong canines flashed constantly as he spoke. The man - suspected vampire - arched a quaint brow towards Jade, nostrils flaring.

"Now who's this fine pup Tori?" he smirked towards the half-Latina, chuckling at her blush.

"Oh...erm," she coughed, "Right... Uh, yeah, so this is Jade and, er, you're..."

"Dr. Retter," he introduced himself, bowing his head. "You're a Lycan, aren't you?"

Blinking, the goth nodded. "How did-"

"I've been alive for long enough to be able to sense whenever anything comes in my path!" Dr. Retter announced, raising his palms with a wide grin. Tori began to chortle into her hand, Jade glaring towards the half-Latina. "Relax," the vampire humored, "Your eyes are a dead giveaway and I can smell your blood."

"Wait, wait," Jade growled, quickly silencing the half-Latina's chuckle; she'd never enjoyed being batted around like a simple mouse by a fanged cat. Not that it had ever happened. "You're a...a-"

"Yup."

"So," she furrowed her brows, watching as his diaphragm moved slowly, pumping oxygen from his nostrils, "Why are you breathing?"

Violet eyes blinked, an arched brow flickering towards the other teen. "Uh," he managed before Tori shook her head.

"You're going to have to excuse her," she muttered cheekily, "She's only been bit for a month or so..."

"Ah," he furrowed his brows slowly, eyes remaining on his shuffling patient. "Well, yes, that would explain." Turning towards the goth, the doctor folded his arms with a toothy smile. "So, assuming from your comment, you know that vamps are zombies, right?"

"Yes..." she nodded.

"Well, we are the only true living dead. Don't go into the bullshit that Hollywood brings out. It's wrong," he combed through his hair absentmindedly, Jade noting it carefully as loose strands fell into their familiar places. "You see, we drink blood because we are the living dead. Our bone marrow doesn't replace blood cells so easily nor any others...and it's quite nice to feel flushed anyhow. But, as luck would have it, being a vamp is a curse so we age slowly anyway. I don't necessarily have to breath though -" his voice begins to die, leaving rocky waves that surely would scratch his chords at a later time "- you need air to talk." Blinking towards the Lycan expectantly, he sighed, figure slumped slightly. "I'll tell you the rest later. Girls, just get to the back please," Dr. Retter muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets before twisting about, diving into the darkened hallway.

Tori followed without so much of a worried glance towards the hall, Jade following uneasily. Dark eyes glanced behind her, eyebrow raising. "Don't look at me like that!" Jade snapped, "It looks strange."

A square of dim light flickered from the other side, the singer chuckling, head shaking. "It's nothing. He just hasn't replaced the quartz lightbulb yet," she mumbled, figure bathed in the black shadows, "Someone stole it and they're really hard to find."

"Quartz lightbulb?" Jade furrowed her brows.

"Yeah. The Egyptians used them on the pyramids. Well, quartz anyway. The great pyramid was basically a generator that lit up all the quartz pillars - I forget what they're called - and so they basically had street lights," came an explanation, "And these basically last forever...or at least however long you have the quartz. Saves a lot of money but these things would look a bit strange in houses."

"Why? I've seen quartz lightbulbs," the goth growled, "It just seems to be a strange place to have them."

Nodding, Tori turned at the foot of the door's light. "Well, not the way we use them. We don't really use electricity, just frequencies. That, and when I say quartz lightbulb, I kinda mean chiseled quartz. But it's a lot to explain and-"

"We have to get on with the show," the vampire grinned, promptly spooking both girls as he stood in the doorway. "Now come on," he jerked his chin, "Over here."

Once Jade had stepped into the threshold, she figured she admired Dr. Retter. Bookshelves crowded on wall, filled to the brim with different sets of books and knick-knacks alike her own. Tables spread across the room, a counter hugging the corner with sinks. His desk, meanwhile, stood at the opposite corner of the door, files set behind it. "Now," his voice rasped out, loosing its friendly charm, "I have news Tori, about your medication..."

"Okay," she mumbled nervously, seating herself in front of his desk. "So...you don't have it."

"I'm afraid not," he shook his head, the glasses flashing. "You see, the last shipment was hijacked again and, well, my trip was worthless as the company producing this stuff went to shit. But I do have your medication...in a sense." Within a second - and a shuffle through the drawers - he set a canister on the desk. It was identical to her own. Though, her name wasn't 'Trevor G. Lavoar.'

"Are you sure?" Tori lifted her gaze, "I mean...what if he was just-"

"You know he's not coming back," Dr. Retter sighed bitterly, the half-Latina falling silent.

The goth, standing with her arms folded, tilted her head to the side. "Who?"

"Mr. Lavoar," he nodded towards Jade.

"Wait...wasn't he the one kidnapped this morning? The author of- God, what's the book?" she hissed, eyes pinned to the ground.

"He's just like Tori, actually, but he was kidnapped and nobody comes back after that."

Jade merely scowled, resting against the wall. "Does the Occult Community really not look around at all? How do you know he's kidnapped? And how do you know he's not coming back-"

"Jade," Tori snapped tersely, dark eyes glaring at the thespian. She immediately broke from her words, blinking at the half-Latina. "This culture is completely different from what mortals have. It's more dangerous because we're more dangerous. He was kidnapped because he's a rabid, a white-eye. They don't come back because the people going after them use them as weapons. Got it?" she breathed, "The reason why I take this medicine is so that I don't end up on television like that. The Occult Community has literally searched for hundreds of miles for all of these people; our community is built to blend into the crowd and so wherever it is they take them will do the same. Nobody knows where it is. We have so many abandoned buildings around and it can take months to find just one."

The teen remained in her bitter silence, pouting dismally in the corner as Tori sighed quietly. "Again, she new," she mumbled quietly.

"It's fine. You two are like an old married couple anyway."

At that the two girls froze, pairs of eyes glaring at the doctor who merely shrugged. "Anyway," he continued, "That's just about it, really... I mean, nothing much else."

"Have you been working on your research though?" Tori asked, Jade mulling towards the bookshelf, raising a brow at the array of selections.

"Yeah," the doctor admitted weakly, "I mean...not much. I've done tests but a lot of them fail. I don't know what I'm doing wrong; I've looked everywhere, I'm sure of it." He sighed weakly, furrowing his brows. "It's all mental, I know it is... Right?"

"I- yeah, it, yeah, it is all mental," the singer stumbled, her habit in agreeing with the doctor flowing through.

Twisting around, Jade muttered, "What are you looking for exactly?"

"Just something to make it so that people like Tori can think straight when they turn without consent like, like a Lycan. See?" The scientist rested his gaze on the thespian, hand out towards her. "Jade?" he asked quietly, "Hand me a book, would you?"

"Uh," she blinked, turning about, "Which one exactly?"

"The-the one's there...yeah, there we go, all of them." Pale eyes narrowed curiously, her grip tightened around 'Lycan Studies: Differences Between a Lycan and Were' and 'Consciousness & Lycans: How They Relate.' "Thank-you," he hummed, jerking his head towards the bookshelf, "All of them girls...please." The two nodded, swiftly snatching the various books from the shelves, setting them each around the doctor, his violet eyes to the scrawled print. "Thanks...thanks- Really, thanks...I think I'll be busy for a while now."

"So..." Tori drawled, gaze flickering towards the door, "Can we go then?"

"Hmm?" Dr. Retter picked up his gaze, "Oh yes, of course. You two have a good night, I'm sure I will."

Bidding the doctor farewell, the two strolled towards the doors, minds rambled. Chuckling, with her hand pressed against the front door, Tori smiled. "What are you laughing about?" Jade arched a brow, receiving a shake of the head.

"I just find it funny how he gets all riled up about research. It kind of reminds me of you with your writing," she mused, immediately pausing as her cheeks warmed. Their activities all that day had caught up with them, sending each their own fair share of guilt. "So, erm...take me home now?"

"Alright," Jade nodded, the cold, brisk air once again setting the two off towards the car, unspeaking.

-(:)-

The engine rumbled as the car rolled to the curb, pale eyes set ahead as fingers drummed against the steering wheel. "Uh..." Tori mumbled, reaching for the door handle, dark eyes to the ground, "Thanks for uh, for...uh, for helping me get my medicine." Jade nodded curtly, teeth chewing the inside of her cheek as they warmed, the passenger door opening. "So I'll, erm... I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Right," the thespian muttered, crickets chirping in the night, "See you tomorrow." The door slammed shut, the vehicle swaying briefly before wheels rolled forward, leaving Tori alone in the colder night. She strode across the lawn, shoving the orange canister in her pocket. A groan escaped her lips once she realized that she'd left the house without her keys. Knuckles hammered against the locked door - to her pleasure - the handle remaining still for a few minutes. After growling quietly, her breath visible from the chill in the atmosphere, the door swung open.

Trina immediately grimaced, eyes narrowing at her younger sister. "You know mom is going to flip shit when she finds out," she hissed quietly, the door closing behind her, halted at her heel, "Especially if she did when I was caught... You know you can't ma-"

"So what?" Tori snapped, eyes straying to the ground, "Let me in!"

"I knew I shouldn't have let you go with her. You smell like her..."

"And that's bad?" the younger sister crossed her arms, eyebrow raising, "Anyways, I know how to cover it."

Trina scoffed quietly, shaking her head. "But you don't want to and aren't going to are you? You've had this thing for her for a whi-"

"Whatever," Tori hissed, "Just let-me-in!"

Rolling her eyes, the eldest stepped aside, rasping, "Fine, just come in already." With a quick nod of finality, Tori swept in, elongated strides flowing towards the stairs. She halted once briefly giving a glance towards the key rack, swiftly unhooking hers from the board.

"Hey sweetie!" David called from the couch, "Have a good day? Did Dr. Retter give you the medication?"

"Yeah... Um, Jade took me so she was able to meet him too," she gulped, even if she knew her father's sense of smell was wrecked. Though, her gaze lingered along the table, Holly picking up her own set of eyes, nose flaring. An eyebrow raised, the youngest biding herself to bed quickly.

With her strides flying up the stairs, her name followed. "Tori..." Ignoring it, the teen stormed to her room, quickly diving towards the bed. Tori groaned as steps reached the height of the stairs, shuffling about with her clothes. "Tori," Holly snapped weakly, "You can't hide this, you understand why..." The door creaked open as her palm pressed against the handle, dark eyes looming out in the dark room. She sighed at the large bulge in the blankets, eyeing the pants sliding down the side of the sheets. With another heavy exhale, the mother shifted the blankets off of her daughter, darker eyes glaring out with ears hung low. "Tori, you need to stop doing this whenever someone wants to talk to you," Holly whispered carefully.

The horned wolf merely grunted, twisting with the sheets, setting her rump firmly on the bed.

Her mother eyed the black horns curving around her ears, knowing the sheer power and strength with them. "Why did you mate with her?" As expected, there was no answer to come. "Look. I realize it's hard to control yourself when you're in heat, especially you two..." She paused, ears flicking back in interest. "It's not fair to lead her on like this, Tori. It's not fair to anyone. You know how we mate; it's for life and-"

The horned wolf snarled venomously, promptly ending the conversation. Her low, baritone growl thundered about the room, her mother flinching, despite her wishes to not show her lingering fear. Tori whined - the jerk of the woman's body replaying in her mind - before slinking down to the other side of the bed, blankets following. Without even looking down at the edge of the bed, Holly knew the human whimpers by heart.

"Tori..." she soothed.

"What- what? You tell me every fucking time I'm not a monster and yet I can't mate or whatever because I'm one?" her daughter spat, her short fuse lit, "Which one is it? Am I or am I not a monster?"

"You're not a monster, you know that," Holly answered quietly.

The half-Latina shook her head, unconvinced. "Then why am I more violent than all of the others-"

"But that's not you, Tori, that's the witi-"

"No," Tori hissed, "I don't care how long I have, I just want to be happy now. Why can't I just do that?"

"You can Tori...something like this just," Holly breathed, grimacing gently as the blankets swarmed over her daughter, promptly allowing bronze skin to vanish. "It's just that this type of thing lasts longer..."

"But I've felt happier today," came a strangled whisper, the mother closing her eyes pitifully.

A silence followed the stuttered words, Holly later slipping through the cracked door, unsure as to what to say. The words were a lie - both knew it - though the comfort she sought had made its target, despite being late in the game.

"I-I know..."


Good news: got a laptop so I'll be able to be mobile! I mean...to do work and stuff but, hey, can do this on my spare time. :) AND next week is a four day school week! AND I don't have practice the week after. :D

Oh well, hope you enjoyed this one!

:)

PS- I love mythology; you should look up some stuff about the pyramids. There's studies going into it about the great pyramid being a generator of some sort to light the quartz tips along itself and the obelisks using vibrations and some shit (Triboluminescence basically). Speculations, really, just like how the pyramids were probably poured in brick by brick. Concrete, after all, isn't the most difficult to make. Gotta say man, either way, don't underestimate the past civilizations. They knew a lot more shit that we do.