Sept 8, 17

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Home Movies

"Film(s) made at home or without professional equipment or expertise, especially a movie featuring one's own activities..."

-Used a very great source (google)


No One's Perspective-

The early sun spliced through her sleep, violently shaking her dreams away. The teen groaned, sitting upright on the bed, the sheets draping from her bare chest. Clutching her head, pale eyes creaked open, resting at the foot of the comforter. Clothes shuffling brought her attention towards the closet, brows furrowing at the shadow dancing in the light. Not a moment later, the light shut off, Tori stepping through the doorway. With her hands busy flattening the light sweater, she grinned gently. "Morning," she chuckled airily, Jade scowling, "You have a little somethin' happening with your hair."

"What?" the goth croaked slowly, glancing at the mirror. She hissed abruptly - quiet laughs sounding behind her - once finding half of her hair severely fluffed from her night's sleep while the other half flattened completely. "Vega," she snarled, "Continue laughing and I swear I'll see to the end of your days!"

As the chuckles died off, Tori raised a brow. "Well, you can't really blame me. You were kinda worn out after trying to beat me."

"How the hell was I supposed to know where the squirrels were?"

"It's called hunting Jade," the singer drawled, "You should do it sometime instead of trying on a tumbleweed as a dress." As the thespian's sneer increased, Tori shrugged, asking, "Which reminds me, my dad was planning on getting all of the Christmas decorations -"

"Why?"

"- before we get too carried away with the holidays. And what do you mean by 'why?' This isn't your house even if you come here often!" Jade merely shrugged, slipping from under the sheets before shuffling towards the closet.

"D'you have that one shirt?" her voice came from the small room, dark eyes lingering along pale shoulders.

"I think so... You do mean the one you wore last week right?" Jade nodded, scowling at the memory of dropping bits of her burrito in a rather convenient spot; pale eyes glanced down at her chest, glaring at her breasts. "Here," Tori handed the article of clothing, pursing her lips as it was slipped on.

"What?"

"Nothing," the half-Latina swiftly hummed, grinning at the stain spotted on the shirt. "But about the holiday decorations, d'you want to help out with the tree?"

"The tree? Like that big-ass one Trina fit through the door last year?" Jade arched a brow, folding her arms. Nodding hesitantly, Tori merely sighed. "And why me?"

"Well I- We just... Will you do it or not?" Tori whined, the goth groaning hotly.

Running a quick hand through her hair, the Lycan grumbled, "Fine. Fine, alright! I'll do it..." chirping happily, the half-Latina clapped before briefly hugging the other, tearing out of the door. Jade scoffed harshly, gripping her biceps as she watched the other bound down the stairs towards the prepared breakfast. "But I'm not lugging a huge-ass tree," she growled under her breath, slamming the closet door shut before shuffling down the hall.

"Mornin' Jade," David called from the couch, "Enjoy the hunt last night?"

"It was cold and I still have fur in my mouth," she snapped bitterly, the cop only shrugging in response.

"Yep...that'll happen," he hummed quietly. "Anyhow, do you two want to go to the storage with us and get some of the Christmas decorations? We'll stop by and drop them off then get the tree."

"I'm picking the tree!" Trina shouted from the table.

Rolling her eyes, Tori barked, "Can it be at least ten feet shorter then what it was and ten feet shorter in diameter?"

"You want a twig?"

"Anyway," David carried on, "Do you two want to stay or come with us."

For a moment the two - namely Tori as Jade snatched the remote from the couch and began flipping through the channels - took a moment to decide, the half-Latina nodding. "Yeah. I need to eat breakfast anyway," she hummed, "I didn't eat enough last night."

"You ate half a pig!" Jade arched a brow. Tori only shrugged, patting her stomach. The officer chuckled warmly, watching her daughter saunter to the kitchen, just passing Holly who was coming from the stairs.

"D'you want coffee?" Tori asked from the kitchen, Jade grunting her inevitable answer.

"So, are we ready to go and get the decorations then?" Holly asked her husband who nodded.

"Uh huh," he agreed, "But I think Trina's not... Still in her pj's." Trina gawked as all eyes rested on her and her fluffy, green slippers.

"It's not my fault the morning calls for the perfect system!"

"That doesn't even make sense," Tori sighed form the refrigerator.

"Wh-whatever," Trina growled, scampering her small defeat up the stairs. Shaking their heads, David and Holly sighed.

As the mother seated herself on the couch, the officer turned towards Jade. "Could I see the remote for a moment, I need to see the news for something," he asked, the goth nodding politely. The screen flicked towards the news network, David leaning forward with elbows to his knees.

"And here we are with Breanna to inform us about some rather devastating, and strange I'd add, news," the man in a sharp, yellow suit explained grimly, setting his small stack of papers down on the table.

The screen split as he introduced the woman, asking her a quick question. "Well, we're here at Mr. Lavoar's residence who has just recently gone missing in order to find out more of this bizarre case. His home seems to have been ransacked before his suspected kidnapping or, if he had, before he ran away from this suspected threat," she detailed with her microphone to her solemn expression, raven hair falling to her shoulders.

"Thank-you," the man nodded, then asking, "So, for the viewer's sake, who is assumed to have, er, kidnapped Mr. Lavoar?"

"Yes," Breanna cleared her throat, "From the Los Angeles police, we've uncovered some details of what was searched, specifically his medicine cabinets in the bathrooms, his car which was left behind and his mail. Now, of course, most of the rooms were searched, however those particular settings were the most trashed, thus being suspected as the highly regarded areas of importance."

"Any reason why they would be so important?"

David grumbled quietly, leaning to the back of the couch as Breanna continued with her dialogue, gesturing towards the roped-off house behind her. "As you can see here," she said, "The police are still on the case and don't have any information to tell. Mail, any capped substances or personal belongings are the first to be inferred, as anything, but no one is sure as of why this man was kidnapped."

"Alright, I've seen enough," he sighed, handing the remote towards the thespian.

Holly turned towards him as he stood, asking, "You not hearing the same?"

"Completely disregarding all of the other ones," David sighed. "I mean, makes sense. All of the other ones were in bad neighborhoods, the city doesn't want to tell people shit because they don't want people freaking out and Lavoar was a New York best seller...or whatever it's called."

"Wait, why- who are all these people?" Jade furrowed her brows towards the screen.

"They're witikoes," David answered simply. Taking the answer, Jade made a mental note to ask about it later with Tori before switching the channel, the conversation between the two parents ceasing once Trina bounded down the stairs.

"Alright, I'm ready," she announced lamely, shuffling towards the door.

"Now why are you in that mood?" Holly chuckled.

"I didn't get to practice my singing!" came a whined response. Everyone only shrugged, leaving Trina to sneer distastefully. "I'll be in the car, practicing," she emphasized before the front door was shut.

"Anyway, we'll be back in a few," David hummed, striding towards the front door.

"See you two girls later," Holly smiled.

The door shut closed, their gazes unmoving from the metal handle. Jade was the first to look away, briefly scowling at the television. "Why does your TV never have any good shit on?" she asked bitterly, still scrolling through the several different channels. Tori only shrugged from the kitchen, softly whistling a tune underneath her breath. "Are you even listening?"

"Makin' my breakfast," Tori sang, swaying her body as she dove into the food stacked in the cooled shelves.

"Oh my god," Jade breathed, still sorting through the clips of shows and movies. At one she halted with a coy grin; a narrator played in a rather dismal voice as diagrams and pictures splayed across the screen, presenting a documentary of the making of several horror films. "At least there's this one," she sighed quietly, leaning back with her feet propped up against the coffee table. Both sat - and one ate - through the documentary until Tori washed the dishes in the sink, stomach satisfied.

"Can I pick the next one?" she asked happily, jogging towards the couch.

"No. Now where's my coffee?" Minutes passed and Jade sipped smugly on her cup of Joe, hand still around the remote.

"Please?" Tori whined, "I gave you your coffee so can I pick, please?"

"Nope. You'll pick something stupid," the thespian bickered back. When no comment was made beside her, pale eyes flickered briefly to her left before her head spun around. Water doe eyes stared at her while Tori's most distraught expression pecked at her chest. Smirking, the goth twisted back around, growling, "No. That shit doesn't work on me. You're not a dog." With determination glazing her features - Jade oblivious as she remained attentive towards the television - Tori rocketed behind the couch.

Jade grimaced as the half-Latina grunted from behind, whispered obscenities escaping her mouth as she struggled from behind. "Vega, what the hell are you doing?" the Lycan spat before twisting around, only to find her vision blacked out. She growled through the fabric before lifting the sweater off her head. Glancing down, she found doe eyes watering below her, ears down with great, black horns curling with them. Her gaze softened as a low whine was emitted from the horned-wolf. "I hate to break it to you but these -" she tapped on the horns lightly "- won't work with them being all intimidating, Vega."

Tori snorted, dropping the act dramatically before nails clacked against the floorboards, her rump settling against her jeans with her back to the Lycan. "Oh come on you big wuss," Jade rolled her eyes, "If you want the remote that badly, I'll let you do one thing." Ears perked excitedly as Jade glanced towards the kitchen, unaware of the claws before they made their attack. She gave a short yelp as a moist surface covered what skin it could find, her back meeting the ground. "VEGA!" she bellowed, "GET OFF OF ME, GOD DAMN IT!"

With paws settled on the couch, Jade sneered, "Fucking hell. Have you ever thought of brushing your teeth? It absolutely, fucking reeks like something died! Did you just lick your ass or what, Vega? Jesus Christ." The horned-wolf growled venomously, jerking her head towards the counter. "Well next time, don't fucking eat dead animals and then lick my face." As she picked herself up, Jade shot a quick glare towards the wolf, ordering, "And don't turn. You need that face to do what I want you to do." Tilting her head, Tori followed Jade as she rummaged through the cupboard with a sly grin.

Moments later, as the half-Latina stood on her hind paws, front planted on the side of the counter, a large, tan jar of Skippy's Smooth Peanut Butter was set firmly on the top. "Ah- Don't touch it," Jade barked as a wet nose rubbed against it, tail swishing softly.

Finding a spoon, Jade turned around, smirking towards the wriggling wolf before her. "Now do you want this or not?" she teased, Tori yipping and barking ecstatically. Scooping a large spoonful, Jade grinned down at Tori. "Sit." The singer remained jittering around, unable to cooperate. "Sit your ass down if you want the remote!" Jade snarled, Tori planting her rump to the ground. "Alright, alright," she nodded, "Now- Ah, now, close the mouth."

The horned-wolf's jaw closed shut, doe eyes narrowing suspiciously. Tori flinched as peanut butter slopped on her nose, tail wagging furiously. "Alright, go ahead doggo," Jade smirked behind her phone, a pink tongue flicking towards the heavenly spread. Jade, meanwhile, continued to giggle as the other constantly flicked the peanut butter around, not quite receiving what was needed. With a calculative stare at the recording phone, Tori abruptly dove forward, rubbing her muzzle along the case. Jerking her hand, Jade released the phone before it fell to the ground, peanut butter gleaming to the light much to Tori's appreciation.

A pink tongue dragged along the case, her nose occasionally rubbing against the face as Jade half-heartedly fumed from behind. Once all was licked, Tori glanced over her shoulder as her tail swished victoriously, Jade folding her arms. "You play like a bitch," she scoffed.

"Well, I did learn it from someone," came a quick answer, Tori sitting with her bare bronze skin shining in the light with peanut butter coating her face.

Rolling her eyes, Jade mumbled, "Just go and brush your teeth..."

-(:)-

"God, can't you put anything else on other than this shit?" she gestured towards the screen.

Tori rolled her eyes, not minding the scene play out - two dogs catapulted over a wall, the men chasing them diligently trampling over trash cans. "You enjoy it," she muttered bluntly. For a long moment the two remained staring at the screen in a shared silence, the dogs eventually escaping down some sewers.

"Not even logical..." the Lycan mumbled gruffly, "That fat boxer couldn't even fit through his doggie door before."

"It's a cartoon."

"Still."

Tori furrowed her brows, glaring out at the other. However, she took a sigh as a better option, Jade remaining quiet. "You didn't answer what I asked earlier," she said quietly. Jade shrugged, eyes dragging to the ground while the advertisements began to take control of the screen. "Would you...I mean, would you like to try something like...erm-"

"Are you asking me to date?" Jade cut in, her voice harsh with a vulnerable edge. The half-Latina blinked, nodding as the thespian shrugged once again.

"I was thinking since...um- Well, I was just thinking since we already mated and, er, not clawing at each other's throats at the moment," Tori reasoned weakly, Jade's stare hardening to what had been portrayed as skeptical. "It's just, well, I've already explained last night but...I might like you? I just- I dunno... And then we go and randomly mate and whatever and it's just -"

"Yes."

"- so confus- What?" Tori blinked towards Jade, brows furrowing as the other gasped.

"I said 'yes,' what else does that mean?" the Lycan groaned.

Tilting her head to the side, the singer asked, "I- you... You want to- to date me?"

"Sure."

The air left Tori's lungs abruptly at the blunt answer. "'Sure?' What do you mean by 'sure?' Am I not that interesting?"

"Did you expect an extravagant answer?" Jade crossed her arms, lips pursed. The half-Latina only gawked hotly, words not wishing to spew from her mouth.

"Well I- No but it'd be nice if there was more enthusiasm... And quit looking at me like- like that, it's cre- "she stuttered once the had passed her teeth. However, before anymore could be voiced, Jade rolled her eyes and leaned forward, crushing her lips against the other's.

Once pulling away, the thespian glanced at the television, leaning back into the couch. "The show's on," she chirped, Tori blinking towards the screen.

"It's a stupid show." With that, Jade's gaze widened as Tori loomed above her, legs pinned beside her own.

Raising a brow, the goth murmured, "Alright."

-(:)-

"Come on! Heave Jade!"

The green bristles became caught in her raven fur as she grunted, pushing her weight into the long trunk of the tree.

"What the hell do you think I'm doing Trina?" she snarled through her animalistic husk, "I'm trying!" Rolling her eyes at the eldest sister's order, she growled, cursing the size of the tree; she suspected that it was - in fact - shorter than last years, only to have gained that length in width. "Tori! Pull the trunk towards Trina, please! It's the only way we can get this damn thing in!"

"Well, kind of can't since she's in the way," Tori barked her response, "Unless you want me to run over her."

"Exactly!"

"Hey!" Trina whined, "I don't agree with this- Tori, why are you listening to her?"

"You're blocking the fucking doorway, Trina!"

From the kitchen table, the parents - who were enjoying the show - Holly's voice rang, "Language!"

"Fine then!" Trina scoffed, "I'll go up to my room and see how much help you need then." With a quick sneer, she bounded up the stairs, the two wolf-things sighing their individual gratitudes. The tree - nearly effortlessly aside from the fact that the tree couldn't fit through the door - was brought inside, laid out to be cut later.

"Alright," David grinned, "All we have to do is put some of the boxes over there and we should be good to go. What do you think girls?" Both shrugged, brushing the thick leaves from their coats before shuffling back towards the car for the extra boxes.

"Why does your family love Christmas so much?" Jade groaned, shouldering one of the two.

"Dunno. Why do you love Halloween so much?" Tori teased.

"Oh come on, you have a shit load of Halloween decorations too," the Lycan spat.

Chuckling, the half-Latina yelped as she scuffed against the ground, the box smashing with contents flailing about. Jaws of arts and crafts rocketed everywhere, dousing the goth in front of her. Pale eyes blinked towards her in a mild shock, the second box also having plummeted towards the ground. Snorting, Tori muffled, "It's like diamonds...you're beautiful."

Glancing at the glitter racing along raven fur, Jade closed her eyes briefly before blinking back towards the other. "Beautiful? This is the skin of a killer..." Both giggled quietly, spilling out anything that came to mind.

"Oh but Edward, you are beautiful... You rock my world," Tori snickered, Jade standing from the totaled boxes.

"Let me go Bella..."

"No, I'll never let you go Edward, I'll never let you go-"

"What are you two doing?" David snorted from the door, both heads turning.

"We're reacting the scene of Edward and Belle from Titanic," Jade drawled, glancing towards the half-Latina. "Speaking of which, I need to go to get this damn glitter off... Have a robe?"

"You know where they are," the officer shrugged, sidestepping as Jade slunk to her human form, marching through the door. She briefly glanced towards Holly as she made her way up the stairs, Jade tearing the fourth second cushion on the furthest couch before stripping a long, grey robe from the compartment. Shrugging the robe over her shoulders, she grinned at the warmth, pacing up the stairs. She knew it was useless to wear the article of clothing. Though, as her fingers thumbed over the material, it was rewarding all the same.

The thespian shuffled with the robe as she made her way up the stairs. Floorboards creaked once she reached the singer's bedroom, palm pressed against the door as she opened it slowly. Shutting the entryway swiftly behind her, Jade tossed the loose robe towards the laundry - it hadn't exactly made it in - and pieced together a casual outfit alike before. Glancing towards the mirror, she sighed; the thought of spending Christmas over at the Vega household again had crossed her mind a few times. Though, as she concluded, it was emotionally and physically draining.

Despite that, she turned at her heels before heading off towards the hall once more. She halted, however, brows set sternly across her features as she distinctly heard several voices from Trina's bedroom just a door over. Turning to her left, Jade crept towards the cracked-opened door, curiosity getting the best of her.

Sitting just against the opposing wall from the door was a small television set - perhaps Trina's very own with her or her parent's money - home movies playing with the small dates in the corner. Huddled in front of the screen was the older Vega sister, curled in her blankets with papers and pencils before her. Paying no mind to the videos yet, Jade glanced along Trina's wall, mildly surprised by the lack of boy-band posters and mirrors. Instead there hung an array of many drawn pictures of landscapes, animals, or even just random household items - none of them were self portraits which really struck the goth as bizarre.

Back to the television, Jade leaned against the door way, eyes firmly set on the new clip blinking on.

9/22/2002 - 17:03 PM
Battery Life - 63%

The camera shook in his grasp, the sun poking through the mountains overseeing the large, grassy field before him. Trees framing the camera's view rustled with the breeze, long grasses trembling violently as two figures tore across the sight. "My God David, they're going to hurt themselves if they aren't careful," Holly's voice chuckled through, a small figure trampling over the other.

"Eh, it's fine," David reasoned, watching as the two trotted along the field, shadows dancing proudly in the late sun's rays. Abruptly, there came a bark, the front figure racing away from the hind. With her breaths shorter than the other, the smaller wolf soon caught up quickly. With a quick nip at the heel, the first yelped, her call echoing in the area.

"That seems a lot of roughhousing for something that's fine," Holly grinned, "I mean, Tori just ran over her again!"

Shrugging, the officer laughed, "It's kind of funny. She can't do much to Trina anyway; Trina's the one with the huge-ass fangs."

"Language, David. Aren't you going to give this to my parents?" the lens turned towards his wife, Holly raising a brow.

"I'll give them a copy," David admitted, "But then again, your dad calls them little shits."

"Since when?"

"Since Trina bit his little toe when she was one," David chuckled.

As the two smaller figures continued to brawl down the hill, Holly sighed, watching as one was flung a foot or two in the air before landing with a short screech. "David, seriously, Tori's going to break a bone or something."

"Tori would never kill, nevertheless break a bone. See? She's being careful! She's still a learning pup," David humored proudly.

"Well, honey, she's still a little strong for her age."

"Yeah, though you know if Trina really wanted to, she'd do a bit more than what Tori's doing with her all," he muttered, Holly nodding in agreement. "But Trina just needs to, you know, not be a ragdoll." A long screech interrupted his thought process, the smaller wolf tearing away from the older, tail ruffled with a wet patch. "See? She's fine. Just needs to get into it!"

"I suppose," Holly gave in. She jumped, however, once a cloud of dust was compiled, leaving Trina to shake her fur violently to ensure no dust was caked in. "What just happened?"

"Oh, Tori did another burrowing thing again," David laughed, "See? There she is poking back out." His hand made its way into the frame, gesturing towards the small wolf as the camera zoomed in.

"My god she's absolutely filthy."

"Well, this is a hunting trip honey, she's going to get dirty," the officer murmured.

"Of course," Holly hummed, the elder daughter barking excitedly as the youngest raced towards the trees. Once reaching the trees herself, Trina turned her head about, not finding any sister in sight. Holly gasped as Tori threw herself from the branches of the trees, tackling her sister frantically. "Alright, David, this is going to get out of hand soon."

"Relax, the girls are just having fun," the officer piped up, the camera zooming across the field as the two figures sprinted across once again. "See? They're learning hunting skills."

"What I'm seeing is Tori absolutely running over Trina," the mother snorted, the lens flicking back towards her. She rolled her eyes, clutching her robe as a brisk chill raced down her spine.

"You know," the camera panned back towards the two girls, both heads poking eagerly above the grasses, "If you're so cold, you could join them." As Holly began to retort, the camera's perspective zeroed towards the grass, David calling out, "Hey girls! Give your mom a hug!" The two faced each other with smug grins - as much as a wolf could grin - before bounding up the small hill excitedly.

"No! Girls- I swear if you listen to your dad we'll-" Her statement was interrupted by a shriek of giggles, the mother toppled over as two rather small wolves hurled themselves towards the woman. David, standing back far enough to have little to no dirt on his clothes, only barked his laughs, Holly swearing that she'd never let him sleep in the bedroom again.

With chuckles dying, the officer ordered gently, "Alright girls, calm down, calm down." Obeying their father's wishes, the two young wolves settled down.

Jade furrowed her brows as the heads turned towards the screen, ears perking. Even with the small height difference - Trina just taller - it was nearly impossible to know who was who. Both held their heads high, brown, mousy fur coating their bodies from head to toe. No black smoked Tori's limbs, ears, tail or muzzle, leaving her identical to her sister.

"Alright girls," Holly picked herself up, "You want to show Grandma and Grandpa Gonzalez how well you can turn?" The eldest yipped immediately, limbs cracking as she trotted towards the camera, morphing into a miniature werewolf.

"Look at that," David hummed, "Little baby girl's almost my height!"

"You're not turned though," Trina husked, her tail wagging nevertheless.

"Even so," he humored, turning towards the smaller wolf licking her mother's knee. "Tori!" Her head turned towards her father, tail wagging. "Aw, my other baby girl... She's still learning how to properly control herself," he explained to the camera, "An alpha like her dad needs some learnin' still. Alright! Come an' show Grandma and Grandpa!"

The brown wolf hopped enthusiastically, flawlessly morphing into a lengthy wolf-thing quickly. "How was that dad?" she asked, voice smooth as no words rattled out.

"Very good," he bowed his head. "Now Holly! Let's see you go!"

She only rolled her eyes, stripping before abruptly morphing into one bigger than her daughters, a white star painting her chest. "How was that? Did I do good?" she teased, David chuckling heartily.

"As good as ever... Now shall we hunt or what?" he answered, the screen then flicking black.

Jade blinked as the television whirled, switching to the next set of videos. The small brown wolf replayed over and over in her mind; it was a numbing shock, to say the least. She dully reminded herself the many times when watching her collection of horror films in her room with some booze standing at her bedside table she'd picture the gang all as monsters. Whenever films alike werewolves would come on, the figure in her mind would be the spitting image of what was a reality.

Though, as she was taken from her thoughts, the thespian knew that the creature huddled in a bathroom corner, white, glowing eyes glaring out with black limbs had replaced that ghost from over a decade before.

Trina shifted in her seat, pencil scrawling along her paper as the television switched presenting a momentary blurred screen.

9/22/2002 - 19:34 PM
Battery Life - 61
%

"Alright, so Holly's out trying to look for some elk to bring home while the girls found a rabbit, by the looks of things," David narrated, angle facing down from the branches of trees. "So we've actually," the camera turned to a small cooler down below, "Found some good stuff for Thanksgiving... Er, not too much elk or things like that but some rabbits and I think Tori caught some duck in the pond over yonder..." He breathed in quietly, glancing out towards the moon. "Nice and full tonight- Well, not full but it's close to that. I think it won't be long until it is though... Girls absolutely love it out here anyway."

The camera view panned down towards the ground, Trina settling herself on a small bolder whilst Tori clutched the ground quietly, attention not swaying from the huddled tan ball right in front of the two girls. "There we go," he zoomed in, "Really good rabbit right there...I think they'll get it- Oh, wait, what's happenin'?"

Abruptly, the small critter tore from its inconvenient hiding spot, trampling towards Trina's rock. The sister yelped as paws scampered across her muzzle, the girl clutching the tip of her nose as Tori morphed, four paws hitting the ground. With dirt spraying everywhere, a small yelp sounded before David coughed.

"Well let's see if," he drawled, looking down passed the large branch he was sitting on. With the limp rabbit in her mouth, Tori gave a soft bark, tail wagging enthusiastically. "Good job kiddo!" he praised, "Now go and we'll put it in the small little pile over there to clean them, alright- Be careful! Remember what I told you about the hunt! Good girl." He chuckled as the small wolf gently set the future meal in the case, her tail wagging in appreciation. "Been teaching her to kind of just not tear through everything, you know? Can't just play around with them..."

With a heave, he bounded from the tree, landing with a grunt as the camera shook. As it ceased its retaliation of being nearly dropped, the officer turned towards his eldest daughter. "Oh come on kiddo," he sighed, "You'll get some hunt, I know it. You already got some fish from the pond too!"

"But I can't get anything that moves with four legs," she whined, stomping her feet.

"And Tori can't get her tiny little canines around slippery fish," he reasoned, a small wolf padding her way towards the two. "Aw," he cooed as a small pink tongue groomed Trina's calf, "She still loves you."

Trina chuckled as her hand gripped her pencil, eyes watching the screen. Jade briefly glanced at the other, noting the small sniffs accompanying the light giggles.

A small tail wagged lightly, doe eyes flicking towards the camera. "Hey Torio," David laughed, "You want to go find another rabbit?" Wiggling her rump up high, Tori barked. "Well go get some more stuff! We have a bunch of people visiting on Friday and we need you to get more things!" With her determination now set on her mission, the youngster bounded through the trees, eyes wide out, expecting some small critters. "Don't go too far, kiddo!" he called after her, earning a short yip.

"Alright now, you want to go find something?" David asked as Trina scratched her ear.

"Yeah," she nodded. "I want to."

"Well let's go to the pond then, alright?" Perking her attention, Trina raced from the small bolder towards the pool of water just a hundred yards from them. Jogging after her, Trina settled at the edge, eyes following the ripples of the water. Keeping quiet, the officer watched as smaller hands gripped the edge of the grass, nose nearly brushing against the water. Teeth flashed as a pink tongue brushed along her muzzle, dark eyes not leaving the moving depths.

The grass rustled calmly behind them, the stars twinkling above.

In a sudden motion, Trina dove her head to the water, limbs tensing as a flopping body wriggled in her mouth. She wrenched her head from the water - long hair from her sodden cheeks down from the pond water - the fish slowly ceasing its fight. With it limp in her grasp, her tail shook, David laughing proudly. "Good job, Trina! You're getting all of us dinner toni- LOOK OUT!"

Hair bristled as a blur of brow crushed into the sister's side, the fish flying from her mouth. Once the meal hit the ground the pond trembled as waves crashed in the middle. "Tori! What was that?" David snickered as two wolf heads poked out from the water.

"I just felt like having a bath and Trina was in my way," Tori giggled, Trina growling half-heartedly. With a quiet chuckle and two grins at the camera, David sighed, mumbling something about needing more Jack Daniels.

A small smile pressed against Jade's lips, the night prior bringing her recollection of Tori's hunting tendencies. The sight of no gleaming horns in her proud achievement of finding a good hunt, however, was missing. The thespian found that the lack of all of the strange quirks of Tori's being made her skull pulse extensively. It was surreal finding nothing that would segregate her appearance than the other family members. She watched the television set buzz, Trina setting her pencil down before reaching for a few pens.

9/22/2002 - 20:11 PM
Battery Life - 57%

"So...what did you just catch?" Holly's voice asked cheerfully from behind the lens, Trina - with her tanned skin gleaming in the moonlight - grinning cheekily from under a robe.

"Well, I just got a, elk!" she smiled proudly, glancing down towards the hunt beside her, "And it can't really fit in the cooler." Holly chuckled as David's distant cheer sounded, a flying disc gliding through the air behind the eldest daughter.

"So how did you get the elk?"

"You helped me and, uh, and we tackled it and then yeah," she nodded, twisting around as David jumped happily.

"Did you see that? She jumped so high!"

"And I caught a deer!" Trina raised her arms.

"Yeah! You sure did, and it's a really good one too!" he clapped, turning towards Tori. "Do you want to howl for her?" The youngest nodded excitedly, running towards a large trunk before hurling herself towards the taller branches. Claws scraped up the bark as Trina glanced towards the stars, her sister reaching towards them. With a strong bellow, Tori raised her head to the sky, her smooth, angelic vocals ringing through the air. It spoke of promise and the future of everlasting innocence, Trina cheering from down below as her sister continued.

The wind carried her call towards the other predators of the forest, several other calls joining the half-Latina's.

That night, the moon would smile down brightly, issuing a warm protection to all like the two girls.

A sinister wrench tolled through Jade's gut as the beautiful howl rang in her ears. Her weight shifted, sliding against the doorframe and before she knew it, with a horrible thud, she was eating carpet. Trina screeched from the bed, launching herself towards the wall in a blind terror. "Jade! What the fuck are you doing?" she snapped, clutching her heart.

"What does it look like?" Jade sighed, resting her chin on her hands.

Frowning, Trina scoffed before settling on her bed, glancing briefly at the television which froze at the next date. Dr. Retter stood in front of Tori as she stared into the camera, black horns gleaming in what light had entered the room with black staining her fur. With her frame hunched over, she still was twice the size of the small wolf from the previous videos. Jade glanced at the date, a morbid chill running down her spine.

9/29/2002 - 23:28 PM
Battery Life - 53%

The sister followed her gaze, glaring at the screen. "I don't watch any of the other videos...the rest are made for the Elite."

"Why's it in your room?"

Trina strolled towards the television set wearily, snapping it off before slowly seating herself on her bed. "They leave it in here because nobody would expect some important files on Tori would be in here... That, and I ask my dad to keep it in here so I can watch some of the older ones."

Standing up, Jade folded her arms, eyes to the ground. "So, she turned the week after?"

Shaking her head, Trina answered, "It was just the Saturday when my Grandma was staying over. She, erm...she got Tori sick."

"How?" came out of her mouth before she could stop it.

No answer came for a few minutes, the eldest furrowing her brows. "Nobody knows how it happened, actually, but... But, uh, she bit her and then...died," Trina mumbled. "But it wasn't...it wasn't a good night and after that, obviously she grew horns and everything but...after that...she had to visit Dr. Retter nightly to teach herself how to control herself when turned and get the medicine."

"The medicine?"

"I don't know... But it helps, a lot. It's just when she doesn't take it it's...not really good," Trina coughed, eyes to the edge of the bed. "Anyway, why are you here again?"

"I heard the TV," Jade gestured towards the blank screen, "And I had to change out of the damn glittery shit."

"You didn't do well-"

"You know what?" the goth reared, "I'll take a shower later." Trina arched a brow, glancing over the sparkling Lycan.

"You do make a good Edward -"

"You shut the fuck up," Jade snapped.

"- with you being all pale..." Trina finished with a coy grin. Silence fell between the two girls, both unsure as of what to add to the air. "But, er, Jade?" Trina asked as the moment ticked away, "Are you and Tori, er...together?" Jade remained quiet though pale eyes said all. Trina pursed her lips before adding, "It's just that you keep smelling like her and then she's smelling like you and it's just weird-"

Rolling her eyes, Jade growled, "Okay, yes, we are. Kind of... Just, shut it, no need to scream it out to the world." Another groan was produced once Trina asked about the topic of dates, the goth highly enthused. "Tonight to get away from you and your stupid questions." Trina only smirked as Jade grinned smugly, shaking her head.

Jade, with her steps towards the door, halted once Trina twisted around. "Wait, Jade?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to still mate with her or..." her question descended, teeth gnawing at the inside of her cheek deciding it was a retarded question. "Never mind."

"Am I not supposed to? Is it now illegal or what?" Jade smirked, Trina giving a tired breath as a quick laugh.

Dark eyes narrowed at the Lycan curiously, Jade shifting with a sudden nervous pull. "She hasn't told you?" Trina murmured to herself, Jade shaking her head nevertheless. Deciding that asking anything else wouldn't bring a proper answer, Jade only carried on towards the stairs, making her way down.

-(:)-

She scowled, glaring at the hung planner along the wall with distaste. Of course it would have to be that night, she had supposed. Though, reasonably, this was the second moon cycle since-

'No, don't think about it,' the singer shook her head wearily, running fingers through long strands of hair, dark eyes to the ground. Heaving a sigh, she reluctantly meandered towards the bedside table, opening the drawer with a soothing rhythm. With knuckles clenched around an orange canister, her steps padded her way towards the bathroom. Luckily, by this time, there wasn't any others to drag out of the bathroom (namely Trina) or literally head-butt them from the shower (once again, namely Trina).

The door softly clicked, leaving Tori in the oddly luminous light coating the tile floor. She blinked at the lights, dully recalling David replacing them the few days prior.

Her gaze then slid towards the white label stretching across orange, brows furrowed greatly. 'Trevor G. Lavoar...Twenty-seven moon cycles...one dose...take day of full moon...' The words blared in her mind, strikingly similar to her own. Dark eyes narrowed at the label, flicking through scrawled words she knew all too well. 'Doctor's notes: 3 doses per cycle...prescribed by Lothur Retter.' Teeth found her tongue easily, his stern gaze and tight smile flashing through her mind as it had done so along her television screen. Of course, mortals didn't understand why the author had shut himself in his house for days at a time; though Tori sighed, knowing all too well.

Bolded red letters had raced across the banner at the bottom, reading, "Lavoar Missing: Last Seen in Hollywood Blvd... Suspected Kidnapping... Possible Runaway..."

The container had slammed against the counter a bit to hard for her liking, small veins of its creaking groans cracked along the thin piece of plastic; it was supposed to be manufactured to maintain her strength - any werewolf for the matter - though goblins, she concluded, never really understood the connection between density and force. With three tablets in her palm moments thereafter, she watched the glass fill to the almost-brim with water. Diving her head back, Tori felt the three sink to her tongue, immediately to be washed away with the tsunami of the water flushing in. Her body shuddered immensely, the glass set to the counter whilst hands gripped the edges firmly.

Grunting, the half-Latina closed her eyes, nails digging into the counter top. "God," she snapped, glaring out towards the medication. The pills sat there languidly, merely staring back with distain. One long, rattling breath shook from her mouth, her body twitching to her enjoyment.

After a few moments, the glass was rinsed out and the teen strolling through the door way, body occasionally jerking. She slipped the canister quietly into the desk's drawer, pausing as eyes became set between her shoulders. Closing her eyes, she twisted around before they blinked open, Jade leaning against the door frame. Her body twitched, a light blush forming across her cheeks as a studded brow raised.

"Suddenly have ticks or what?" Tori grinned wearily as the goth smirked devilishly, pale eyes gentle. "Do you always foam at the mouth or..."

"No," the half-Latina shook her head, glancing to the ground as the newcomer settled to her bed comfortably. "It's just, well...yeah. Only when I take the medication. This, this kinda is where most of the 'Rabid Lycanthropy' comes from... I mean, there's...but yeah," she shrugged lamely, Jade nodding nevertheless. "Why are you in my room?"

Rolling her eyes, Jade snapped, "Because I'm in heat and I want to come in and just eventually hurl you through the window." Cheeks warmed furiously to her pleasure, the goth chuckling maliciously. "No, you're watching 'Don't You Cry' with me right now."

"Wha-" Tori began to whine, "Why now? Why ever?"

"Because you fucking bit my neck and then keep on dodging it! This is the last day it's airing and we-are-watching-it-now!" the goth snarled, wrenching the singer from her bed.

Whimpering, the youngest Vega growled, "But I have an essay!"

"Whatever."


The glitter moment is dedicated to WarBeserk... You're welcome buddy. XD

Anyway, a bit of a filler this one. I mean, it is kinda important but one you would be fine without, you know? But, yeah... And to add on, I do apologize for updating a bit later. It'll be the same way for the next chapter I'm afraid... These two were the two that I didn't really touch on much so this one was practically in written and I haven't even started the other one.

Hope you enjoyed anyway!

:)