Alec awoke first, after falling off the bed and getting a nosebleed. Not really caring, he sat up and woke Alice. "It's morning~!" he chimed.
Alice immediately sat up. "...Is that a nosebleed?"
"I fell off the bed and hit my nose on the floor."
"...Whatever." Alice replied, getting changed, while Alec wiped his nose clear of all blood. "You should get changed, too." Alice said, taking another T-shirt and pair of jeans out of suitcase, tackling her counterpart and forcing him into the clothes. The two then walked to where Brianna and Brandon were and shook them awake.
"What?" they both moaned, not wanting to get up.
"Mornin', princesses." Alec said.
"Screw you." the two mumbled, throwing down the sheets that were over them. The sheets hit Alice in the face, and she let out a low growl. The two rolled out of bed, Brianna grabbing her clothes from a nightstand and walked into the bathroom to shower while Brandon shuffled blindly through his suitcase, looking for clothes.
"I hope you're not gonna' change in front of Alice." Alec said, walking out of the room.
"What?" he asked in a daze, taking off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. At this point, Alice's nose started dripping with blood. He slid off his jeans and put on his new pair slowly, struggling to see through his drowsiness.
"Uh... B-Brandon, you know I'm still here, right?" Alice asked.
"Wha...?" he asked, slowly pulling up his pants. Alice just looked away with a huge blush on her face, her nose still bleeding. Brandon then rubbed his eyes, making his sight a little clearer. "Alec?! What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled angrily, not knowing who it was.
"I'm Alice, dumbass!"
"Oh, sorry." he said, rubbing his eyes some more as the sound of running water fills the air.
"It would be hilarious if I was Alec, though."
"Yaoi central." Brandon muttered, sliding his shirt on.
"Heh, at least I ain't into Yuri. I don't like Yaoi that much, either. It's just funny."
"Wait, yuri is lesbian, right?" Brandon asked, remembering the word's context.
"Yep."
"Hot." Brandon muttered to himself, sliding on his overshirt. Alice glared at him, a small trickle of blood still coming from her nose. "Hey, at least I'm not the pervert with a nosebleed at seven in the morning." Brandon replied, grabbing his Swiss army knife and phone and sliding the two into his pockets.
Alice blushed. "It's not my fault you were changing clothes in front of me!" she shot back loudly.
"You should've left! You know how groggy I am in the morning!" he replied, shaking off the last bit of tiredness he felt.
"...Um..."
"There. Caught you red handed." Brandon joked, chuckling as he sat down on the bed.
"Anyway," Alice replied, trying to change the subject. "Aren't you excited about going to Romania next week?"
"Not really."
"I am. This Lucian guy sounds pretty crazy, though."
"Knowing our luck, we're gonna have to fight him." Brandon replied, looking back at his former weapon.
Alice sighed. "Most likely."
"What the hell are you two talking about?" Brianna asked boldly, coming out of the shower wearing only a towel around her body and hair. Brandon instantly got a nosebleed at the sight.
"Ah, we were wondering if we'd have to fight Lucian or Fletch when we go to Romania." Alice replied. "By the way, do you think Fletch'll be a nice Vampyr? Or do you think he's gonna' be a bloodthirsty, mean Vampyr?"
"I don't really know." she said, putting her underwear on under the towel, causing more blood to spew from Brandon's nostrils.
"I think he'd be pretty nice."
"Well, let's hope." She said as she pulled up her pants. "Brandon, out." she ordered, pointing towards the door.
Brandon, who was daydreaming, instantly snapped to attention. "Why?"
"Because I gotta put my bra on, and I'm not letting you see my boobs." she replied, pulling him into a standing position.
"Dammit." he muttered to himself as he walked out of the door, closing it behind him.
"I'm outta' here, too. I don't watch girls change clothes, I only do that with guys." Alice said, also walking out of the room. Brianna quickly finished getting dressed and walked out of the door.
"What do you mean you only watch guys change?" she asked as she closed her door, and Brandon's nose began dripping as he heard her comment.
Alice chuckled. "Brandon's changed in front of me a few times. And, because we had to smuggle Alec out of Germany, I had to force Alec to wear my clothes until we can buy him some." she grinned.
"Oh yea." Brandon said, remembering back.
Alice looked at him like he was stupid. "Dude, you changed in front of me right before Bree got out of the shower and you forgot already?"
"I have a shitty memory." he replied, shrugging while Brianna laughed.
"All of us can agree on that." Alice said. "Hey, Brianna, should we buy Alec some clothes today?"
"Yea. It's hard to tell the difference between you and him anyways." she said, nodding in agreement.
Alice grinned, quickly finding Alec and dragging him to Brianna. "We're gonna' buy you some clothes today~!" Alice said. "And you're coming with us~!"
Alec started to panic, not wanting to go outside wearing Alice's clothes. "A-Are you sure that's a good idea? The German police might be after me!"
"There are no German police in Italy." Alice countered.
"Are you sure? I'm positive I saw some!" Alec lied.
"I think your mind's goin' back to World War Two."
"Oh God, please don't mention that!"
"There are no Germans within a hundred miles. C'mon, it'll be fun!" Brianna said, quickly becoming excited about going shopping.
"But I'm wearing Alice's clothes! I don't wanna' be seen in THIS!" Alec whined.
"You're really beginning to sound like a girl," Alice pointed out.
"I can truly not tell the difference between you two." Brianna joked, Brandon sliding back into their bedroom to go back to sleep.
"Do I really look that feminine?"
"Yea." Brianna said, fighting back the urge to laugh. Alice chuckled, earning an indignant glare from Alec. "Alright, let's go!" Brianna exclaimed, walking towards the door. Alice followed Brianna, dragging a grumbling and extremely pissed off Alec behind her. They quickly found a shopping mall and stopped. "I love shopping here!" Brianna exclaimed, quickly hurrying into the center. The two followed the Italian inside.
As the three shopped for clothes, Brandon was rudely awoken from his nap by Eruka. "WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYONE?!" she shrieked. "I'M TOTALLY FREAKING OUT!"
"Argh, why the hell are you screaming?" he asked, jumping out of the bed.
"R-RIBBIT!"
"Great, I ditched one crazy woman just to get another." Brandon mumbled angrily, picking himself up off of the floor.
"Ribbit? You ditched someone?" Eruka asked. "You're mean!"
"It's a figure of speech." Brandon groaned. "I think they all went out shopping to get Alec new clothes."
"Can't he just wear Alice's clothes?" the white-haired witch replied, thinking of Yaoi.
"Jesus Christ, lay off the goddamn hentai." Brandon groaned, understanding her implications.
"So I'm not the only fujoshi here?" Eruka asked before the door opened and she heard a voice.
"Gott Verdammt, don't try to take me shopping again!" Alec yelled.
"Ooh, I think they're home~!" Eruka said, walking into the main room to greet the three teens. She saw Alec wearing his new clothes, a red T-shirt, baggy jeans and a leather jacket.
"Aw, c'mon! Lighten up a bit! We only tried to make you wear a dress!" Alice replied, making Alec growl at her.
"Exactly!" he snapped.
"I personally think he looks better in a dress." Brianna remarked.
"I hate you guys..." Brandon mumbled as he walked to greet them.
"Good afternoon, Sleeping Beauty." Alec taunted, hoping that annoying Brandon would keep his mind off of the three Yaoi obsessed girls behind him. He also hoped that no-one would take the comment in a yaoi-ish way.
"Go fuck yourself." Brandon commented blatantly. "And if I wake up to you kissing me, trying to get me up, I'll fucking rip out your lungs and shove them up your ass."
Eruka started fangirling in the corner while Alec gave Brandon a disgusted look. "One, that was an insult. Two, why the hell would I kiss you when we're both guys? And three, seein' your face don't really make my day, either."
"You called me Sleeping Beauty, so you gotta be gay. And second, seeing your nasty face after I just got up puts a damper on my day too." Brandon retorted, rubbing his eye groggily. Alice and Brianna had to hold the male Wendigo back to keep him from clawing out Brandon's throat. "Heh, and you're not even strong enough to break through two girls grasps." Brandon taunted, ready to make an insanity material sword on his arm in case they decide to let go. This pissed off Alec to no end. His claws grew longer and his teeth grew sharper.
...He also magically grew wolf ears and a wolf tail.
"AW! Cute!" Alice squealed.
"...Fuck off."
"What? Is big bad wolfie gonna kill me?" Brandon taunted, imitating a child's voice.
Alec hissed at the meister before Alice spoke up. "Brandon, I think you should know it's impossible for a Wendigo to be gay-we follow Animal instincts, which includes the instinct to mate with someone of the opposite gender." she clarified, playing with Alec's wolf ears.
"I know. I just wanted to fuck with his mind." Brandon replied, his signature grin upon his lips.
"It also explains why he hates you so much."
"No, we hated each other from the beginning. We just like fucking with each other to make it worse."
"Actually," Alice began. "It's because there's a dominant male and a dominate female in every wolf pack-which he decided would be him and Medusa."
Alec glared at Brandon. "You're NOT going to replace me, bastard." he snarled.
"Fine, play your little game. But in the larger picture, I'm ten times more dominant than you." Brandon said, gloating a little.
"Medusa is a hundred times better than you'll ever be! Maste-...I almost said 'Master', didn't I?" Alec asked, slightly embarassed.
"Wow, you're more of a dog than you are a wolf, aren't ya'?" Alice teased.
"Shut up!"
"Master, eh?" Brandon began. "Seems that you like to be dominated."
"...I'm goin' to my room." Alec said stomping in the direction of his room.
Alice followed him after a few minutes, but instead of seeing Alec sleeping on the bed, she saw a small wolf puppy curled up and sleeping softly. She slowly walked back to the main room with a surprised expression. "...Brianna did you know he could do that?" she asked, pointing in the direction of her room.
"What?" she asked, and walked to the room. She gazed in and saw it. "Aww, can we keep him?!" she asked excitedly, the cuteness becoming too much for her to bear.
"No." Brandon growled angrily, not even bothering to look at what it was.
"Brianna, that's Alec." Alice deadpanned.
"Oh." Brianna said, realizing who the cub was.
"Then we're DEFINITELY not keeping him." Brandon said, opening one of his closed eyes.
Alec rolled over in his sleep, now lying on his back. At that moment, Alice saw something in his fur, right above his heart. "What's this?" she asked herself quietly, parting the fur to reveal a fresh-looking gunshot wound. "Oh god... this must be his World War Two scar."
"Wait, he said the British soldier beat him. He never said anything about being shot." Brianna said, concerned.
"Wait, he was shot?" Brandon asked, quickly walking towards the room.
"No, he just said he had a scar from when a British soldier thought he was a Nazi. He said nothing about getting beat." Alice corrected.
Brandon walked over to the sleeping cub and examined the scar. "Yea, that's a .303 caliber wound. Probably shot from a No.1 Lee Enfield rifle." He said, pulling his hand back. Alec immediately woke up. He backed up against the headboard of the bed, his tail between his legs. He was shaking and whimpering, signaling to other occupants in the room that Brandon either startled him or hurt him. "Aw shit." Brandon said, shaking his head. "What the hell did this guy do to you?"Alec's only response was to look around the room with paranoid eyes.
"What's he doing?" Brianna asked, confused to Alec's paranoia.
"He's probably suffering through PTSD." Brandon said, running a quick symptom match up in his head.
Alec looked up at the three. "...Who are you?" he asked, turning back into his 'human' form.
"You don't remember us?" Alice asked.
"Y-You're Nazis, aren't you?!" Alec accused.
Alice gripped the male's shoulder. "Alec, what year is it?"
"How do you know my name?"
"Just. Tell me..."
"It's 1941." The male kishin answered. Alice looked at Brandon with a concerned expression, while Alec looked around the room, scared and confused.
'What's wrong with him?' Alice thought telepathically to Brandon.
'PSTD. It's Post Truamatic Stress Disorder, sometimes causing flashbacks to the traumatizing event.' Brandon explained, thinking of how to help Alec.
'Really?' Alice asked back before turning to Brianna and sending a telepathic message to her. 'Any ideas on how to help him?'
'We can't try to snap him out of it, as that will only scare him and hurt him even more. We just need to go along with what he is having a flashback about." Brianna explained, Brandon nodding in agreement.
'Maybe if we can just get him to go back to sleep it'll stop.' Alice suggested.
'That'll work too.' Brandon added, brainstorming a possible PTSD cure.
'OK. You two leave, I got this covered.' Alice thought to them, shooing them out of the room.
Alice then started brainstorming about how she would put an eight-year-old to sleep, considering that she was eight in Wendigo years when World War Two happened. She then thought of something that always put her to sleep when she was little. A lullaby.
Alice then hugged the no-longer-scared-but-still-confused Alec and began singing a soft lullaby she made up on the spot, which instantly put him to sleep. She laid him on the bed and walked out of the room. "Done." she said.
"What'd you do?" the two meisters asked simultaneously.
"I put him to sleep."
"How?"
"Same way my dad put me to sleep during World War Two." Alice said. "I just sang a lullaby."
"Aw, that's sweet." Brianna said with a smile.
"Thank you."
"Well, let's hope he's better when he wakes up." Brianna said, sitting down on the couch.
"Yeah," Alice agreed.
"Damn, why the hell didn't he tell us he was shot?" Brandon asked, sitting down next to Brianna.
"Well," Alice started. "Would you want someone you hate to know if you were injured like that? He probably thought you'd try to use it against him."
"Fuck. You're probably right, but I wouldn't have used it against him." Brandon said.
"Getting shot really fucking hurts." Alice replied.
"No shit. It's hot led impacting and digging through your flesh." Brandon said, while Brianna looked at him with annoyance.
Alice just sighed, walking to the fridge and taking out a beer. She opened the can and took a sip. "...Not as good as German beer, but beer is beer, I guess." she muttered to herself, chugging it down in less than a minute and tossing the can away.
"Why the hell are you drinking beer?" both Brianna and Brandon exclaimed as she chugged the alcohol.
"'Cause I'm German and I'm awesome." Alice chuckled.
"Why the- oh wow, I forgot. There's no drinking age in Italy..." Brandon said while Brianna face palmed at both of their stupidity.
Alice just chuckled some more. "Besides, I'm over two hundred years old, I think I'm entitled to a little beer every now and then."
"And your liver is probably superhuman." Brandon joked, while Brianna chuckled a little.
"...Respect your elders."
"Pfft, fuck that shit." Brandon joked, causing Brianna to laugh loudly.
"I'm almost three hundred years old and if I was still a Kishin I could probably beat the hell out of you, so shut the fuck up." Alice replied.
'No you couldn't.' Brandon thought to himself. "Fine, fine." he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. Alice looked at him with a half-angry, half-amused expression. "What's the angry look for?" he asked.
Her eyebrow twitched. "...I know that's not what you were really thinking. I know. I know..."
"How do you know?" he asked, trying vainly to cover up his thoughts.
"I can tell when someone is lying, remember?" Alice asked. "Surely your memory isn't THAT crappy."
"Oh...I guess it is, then." Brandon said, a little color being drained from his face.
"Hehe. Why do ya' look so pale? Surely you aren't afraid of me~!" Alice said with a creepy grin.
"No," he began, thinking of an adequate lie. "I just want to avoid a confrontation when our relationship is still recovering."
"You're lying again," Alice stated. "Are you really that stupid?"
Brandon become angered by this, but didn't respond, keeping his face lacking of any emotion. "Hey, guys? Can we not have a fight here? It may raise suspicion." Brianna said, trying to diffuse the situation.
"But seriously, lying when I JUST told him I could tell if he's lying?" Alice said, turning to Brandon. "Don't you have any common sense?"
"Do I come off as a guy with common sense?!" Brandon shot back hotly.
Alice giggled. "No."
"I didn't think so." he growled angrily, trying to control his rage.
"Wow, you basically just called yourself an idiot." Brandon's eye began twitching, his face becoming one of no expression. He then simply stood up and walked to the room he and Brianna shared. Alice smiled. "And that's why you never argue with a girl. Right, Brianna?"
"Definitely." Brianna said, nodding.
"Oh well, I'm gonna' see if Alec is awake yet. You comin'?" Alice asked, turning to leave.
"No thanks, I'm kind of tired." Brianna said, holding up her hand.
"Oh, OK." Alice replied. "I'm gonna' see if Brandon wants to piss him off, then. Bye~!" And with that, Alice left to search for Brandon, finding him in the bedroom he and Brianna shared. "Hey!" she started. "Wanna go piss of Alec? If he's awake that is."
"Definitely." he said, grinning a small grin. The two then stalked quietly into Alec's room. When the two walked in, they noticed Alec had dug his claws into the mattress while he was asleep, ripping up a good portion of the bed. Alice shook him awake and the male Kishin stared at the ripped up bed with annoyance.
"Oh Gott, not again..." he muttered to himself, resheathing his claws. "This is why I usually don't sleep in beds."
"Where do you sleep then? In a dog house?" Brandon jeered, his unjustified anger pulsing through his veins.
"Usually on the floor." Alec paused. "Unless I'm in Wolf form. Then sleeping in a dog house is very likely." he said plainly.
"We saw that by the way." Brandon said, thinking of all the possible ways to blackmail him.
"I wouldn't have brought that up if I didn't know that." he replied.
"We also saw something else." Brandon replied, his voice getting a little softer.
"What did you see...?" he asked, a small amount of fear seeping into his voice.
"A Lee Enfield Mk. 4 bullet wound. The only thing I'm gonna say is that you should count your blessings." Brandon said, preparing his evidence on the matter. Alec gave him a confused look. "The soldier who shot you was a novice. When he pulled the trigger, he jerked the barrel up, causing the bullet to just barely miss your heart." Brandon explained
Alec sighed. "Even if it did hit my heart, I'd still be alive-just very sick. The only way you can kill a Wendigo is by cutting their throat open. Didn't Alice tell you this?"
"No." Brandon responded, wide eyed.
Alice turned to Brandon with a confused expression. "Hm? I thought I did."
"No, you didn't." he said, turning to face her.
"Hmm..." Alice said, scratching the back of her head. "So... you REALLY don't remember our FIRST mission?"
"I have the crappiest memory of anyone you'll ever meet." Brandon said, rubbing the back of his head.
"In Britain when we had to kill that crocodile wendigo." Alice said bluntly. Alec then sent her the saddest look she had ever seen.
"You... you what...?"
"Oh shit..." Brandon muttered to himself, realizing that wendigo was probably Alec's friend.
"How could you kill a Wendigo when you're a Wendigo yourself?!" Alec asked somewhat angrily.
"I'm HALF human!" Alice retorted.
"Shit... Lucian's probably not gonna' like you much..."
"If he has a problem, let him just bear through it." Brandon said, a tint of aggravation in his voice.
"No, Lucian's seriously racist against half-bloods! He's actually tried to commit genocide on them." Alec paused. "Then he got his ass kicked."
"I'm not entirely surprised." Brandon said, his tensed muscles relaxing a little.
"He's not gonna' give us anything if we take you with, Alice." Alec said sadly, turning toward her. "Sorry."
"Guess I'll have to stay then..." Alice sighed.
"Lucky." Brandon muttered under his breath. The two Wendigos looked at him with confused expressions. "While you get to relax in beautiful Italy, Alec and I have to go live with some night rapist creep in Romania." Brandon explained.
Alice looked confused. "You afraid you're gonna' get raped or somethin'? I thought Incubi only did that to women."
Alec sighed. "Most of them." he said in annoyance. "He's bi."
"Well, that sure makes it easier to believe you're not a virgin."
"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Brandon was rolling on the floor with laughter. Alice smirked while Alec just gaped at her. Brandon's eyes instantly shot open as he realized something. "Oh God, what if he does something to me?" he asked to no one specifically, all of the color draining from his face as he shivered with fear.
"Then I'm not helping you." Alec said.
"Fuck you. Hope he ass rapes you first." Brandon spat back.
"Actually, believe it or not, I usually scare him."
"I call bullshit." Brandon said.
Alec shrugged. "Oh well, believe what you want. You'll see when we get there."
"Can't wait." Brandon said sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
Alec just sighed. "Whatever."
"I fucking hate dragons." Brandon muttered to himself as he walked towards the door.
"How? You've never seen one before." Alec asked.
"I know from Skyrim." Brandon replied.
Alec raised an eyebrow. "What the hell is Skyrim?" he asked.
"A video game." Brandon responded.
Alec looked him in confusion. "...What's a video game?" Brandon just stared back at him, his jaw on the floor. Alice was chuckling while Alec continued to look confused. "...What?"
"Xbox? Playstation? Nintendo Entertainment System? Any of these ringing a bell?" Brandon asked, stupified.
"No."
"And you've been alive since the revolutionary war?"
"Yeah."
"How have you never heard of video games then?" Brandon questioned.
Alice smirked from her position on the bed. "He's never left Germany before. Maybe he's a recluse?"
"More like a shrew." Brandon joked. Alec just got even more confused. "Alice, do you mind clarifying?" Brandon asked, turning to face his former weapon.
"Recluse: Someone whose shut off from the rest of the world." Alice clarified.
"Shrew: a bad-tempered or aggressively assertive woman." Brandon added.
Alec glared at Brandon.
Brandon laughed at his aggravation.
Alice simply face-palmed.
"Well, I should probably get going to book our flight." Brandon said as he walked towards the door.
"Can I come?" Alec asked.
"Sure, why not." Brandon said as he continued towards the door. Alec immediately followed him. The two began the short walk to the airport, an awkward silence forming between them. Brandon then decided to break the silence. "If shit goes south in Romania, it would be a good idea to have some extra scythe training." Brandon said.
"OK," Alec said, turning into a scythe. Brandon caught the handle in his hands, the momentum forcing the weapon to spin. He then turned left off of the sidewalk into a small wheat field. "OK, so we're just gonna' cut a bunch of wheat?" Alec asked. "There isn't anyone nearby..."
"Which is exactly why we're practicing out here." Brandon responded, swinging a broad slice across the field.
"I thought we were going to some actual fighting." Alec said.
"Who would we fight?" Brandon questioned.
"Good point," he said, making Brandon want to face-palm at his naivety. "So, how exactly is cutting a bunch of wheat training?" Alec asked. "Just buy a, um, g-gun when we get to Romania." he said, saying the word 'gun' somewhat fearfully.
"Good point." Brandon said, stabbing the handle of the scythe into the ground. "I'm a hell of a lot better with a gun then a scythe."
Alec turned back into a human, brushing dirt off his shirt. "Just don't go aimin' the damn thing at me!"
"Don't worry, I have great gun discipline." Brandon reassured, walking back towards the sidewalk. Alec followed, not entirely believing him. Brandon glanced back and saw Alec's distrust. "What, do you doubt me?" he asked, becoming a little agitated.
"Look, I've seen over two-hundred years of humans fucking things up. Only natural I'd doubt you on that." Alec grumbled.
"As you should know by now, I'm practically superhuman." Brandon joked, trying his best to not advocate himself.
"You're still human," Alec said. "And if I know ANYTHING about humans, it's that they hurt more than they help."
"Seriously, you're just pissing me off right now, giving me more reason to point the gun at you." Brandon growled, bearing his teeth. At the mention of getting a gun pointed at him, Alec visibly flinched. "Oh shit, sorry." Brandon apologized, realizing that his threat was a sensitive topic for Alec. The apology just confused Alec since it seemed that Brandon didn't really like him that him that much."What?" Brandon asked, confused by Alec's expression.
"Why would you apologize when you obviously hate my guts?" Alec asked.
"Cause I hate playing on people's weaknesses. It's more fun when I wear down their strengths." Brandon replied, a small yet sadistic grin on his lips. Alec just stared at him with a blank expression. "You do that, too?"
"Do what?"
"You just stare blankly. Alice does it all the time." Brandon responded.
"Oh."
"Yeah. It kinda creeps me out." Brandon said.
"Just wow." Alec said.
"What? This doesn't annoy you?" Brandon asked, then stared at Alec with a blank expression.
"Not really." Alec replied plainly. Brandon continued to stare. "Instead of annoying, it's actually quite amusing." Alec mused with a short chuckle.
"Screw you." Brandon responded, his face filling with hatred.
Alec chuckled again. "That expression's even funnier." he said with a smirk.
"You're like a mosquito. You feed off of my hate." Brandon growled, the tension rising between the two.
"Not really." Alec replied. "I just naturally piss people off, even if I don't mean to. People just don't like me." he chuckled.
"No argument there." Brandon mumbled to himself as he turned to face forward.
"I heard that."
"Good."
"Hey, do you think we should take Bree with us?" Alec asked randomly.
"No." Brandon said sternly.
"OK, but she could seriously help us over there. Unless Fletch is a girl..."
"Who's Fletch?" Brandon asked, becoming confused.
"Lucian's assistant." Alec said. "I already explained that he's a vampyr, so either your memory sucks worse than mine or you just weren't listening."
"Either i have a ridiculously shitty memory or you never told us that."
Alec sighed. "I explained who Fletch was. Bree got confused. You explained to her what a 'Vampyr' was."
"Oh, now I remember." Brandon said, the memory coming back to him.
"And I swear, if Fletch turns out to be a girl, I will scream."
"Why?"
"Because the last time I 'saw' him, he was like an eight-year-meaning he was pre-pubescent. So I couldn't tell if Fletch was a girl or a boy because I couldn't smell any hormones on him." Alec explained. "And as you should know-and at least try to remember-I'm as blind as a fucking bat, so I couldn't be able to tell just by looking. And if Fletch IS a girl and has been stuck with LUCIAN for the past eighty years, then... well, you get the point."
"Even if he was a guy, he was probably raped anyways." Brandon replied.
"True, but less likely." Alec said. "And besides, Fletch has to do whatever Lucian tells him to, usually against his will. Kinda' like Alice and that 'Kidd' person-yes, I was eves-dropping on that little telapathic 'conversation' between you, Alice and Brianna. Anyway, my point is that Fletch-most likely-usually isn't asleep when that happens..."
"So, either it never happened or he liked it." Brandon simplified, sighing.
"The bad thing is he can't do anything about it." Alec replied somberly.
"So it's rape either way." Brandon concluded.
"Pretty much." Alec said. "What surprises me, though, is the fact you're not even curious as to how I knew that about Alice and that 'Kidd' person."
"I know. You have the same wavelength." Brandon said.
"The odd thing is, I can't really add to those kinds of conversations, I can only listen."
"Probably due to some sort of weird dimensional difference." Brandon proposed.
"Wouldn't that effect Brianna, too? And forget about Soul Frequencies- like you said, mine and Alice's are the same. And besides, you and Alice are also from dimensions opposite to eachother- so if it WERE some weird dimensional difference, it should also effect you two." Alec said, deep in thought.
"Maybe it's because you're a kishin and only humans can talk through wavelengths." Brandon suggested.
"Probably, and on the note of that conversation-what'll we do if Alice needs her medicine for some reason?" Alec asked in concern, not too thrilled about possibly seeing himself die.
"Oh shit..." Brandon muttered to himself. "If it comes down to it, I'll do it."
"We don't even know if it's pure blood that she needs." Alec replied, beginning to panic. "W-What if it needs to be mixed with some medicine that's been invented in her universe that's not here?!"
"Calm down. We'll ask her when we get back." Brandon reassured, trying to calm to frenzied kishin.
Needless to say, he was ignored and Alec did not calm down. "We don't even know what blood type she is!"
"I'm O-, the universal donor." Brandon said, raising his voice a little.
"Still! What if she needs it when we leave and dies a horrible, painful death while we're gone?!" The Kishin fretted, obviously over-imagining what could happen and worrying too much.
"Fine. Here's $500. Go buy two tickets to Romania and I'll go back and check on her." Brandon said, handing him the money. Alec went in and bought two plane tickets to Romania the next day at 5:00 PM. Then met up with Brandon outside. Brandon was walking back briskly, when Alec came up behind him. "That was fast." Brandon said as Alec became visible in his peripheral vision.
"I know."
"What'd you do? Grab the tickets and run?" Brandon joked.
"Hypnotism." Alec panted, tired from running so fast. "Guys hypnotise faster than girls." He handed Brandon his money. "Here's your money back, I don't need it." Brandon pocketed the money and continued walking.