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Eleanor washed her hands in the kitchen sink, splashing some of the water on her face. The cold water from the tap felt warm to her skin with its unnatural coolness. The woman sighed, placing one hand on the rim of the pristine sink and the other on her forehead, rubbing it slightly. 

“I swear to god these kids…” She mumbled under her breath rather quietly. She felt as though, even though she knew Caspian was out and Callie was in bed hungover, she shouldn’t have said it. In truth, her children were the best thing that had happened to her in nearly 900 years on this planet. Yet, there was no time where she was more stressed, or constantly worried about anything.

She took a look at the clock on her stove and grumbled before fetching her keys from a small ring that normally held them. As Eleanor approached her small vehicle it started up on its own, sensing her keys approaching it. She got in and started off towards town. The drive was always nice enough, if not overly mundane. She had lived just about everywhere – so Edgetoun and its residual outskirts were somewhat drab to her. But she didn’t want to move the kids.

“God, do I have any agency at all left?” 

[i]No.[/i]

Eleanor’s car silently grinded to a stop outside of a small grocer. She was pretty early, the sun was only still just coming up. She popped in and immediately headed to the cashier, who had her bag prepared for her already as was usual of Friday mornings. 

“Thanks.” She said, gliding her wallet over a debit machine as a beep registered the exchange. She could smell the alcohol of an officer who should be in control of his drinking habits behind him, but didn’t worry too much about it and glided back to the entrance. As the sliding doors opened a smallish girl bumped into her. 

She immediately recognized her as Aoife Reilley, she shared two classes with Caspian and one with Calypso. 

… 

Okay, she probably shouldn’t have [i]that[/i] much knowledge of her children’s goings on. But sue her, she’s a vampire mother. 

“Oh, Ms. English, I’m very sorry please-“ Aoife began, in a tone that begged condescension. 

“Its fine, Aoife was it?” The older woman knew the girl’s name. It was just… She didn’t want to give off an air of familiarity. Perhaps that was mean, but muscle memory often is. 

“Yes Ma’am…” Aoife sputtered like a beat up car. She tried to form words, the demure nature of the girl caused Eleanor to examine her more closely. Why does she find me so intimidating? I think I look nice. “I’ll get out of your way now.” She said, clearing her throat. 

“Please.” The mother said to the stray leaf in the wind. Aoife nearly shook when Eleanor brushed past her. She immediately went back to her car and started the ten minute drive back to the manor.

She flicked the radio on just in time to hear Louise get cut off by another broadcast. It droned on about aberrations, fear, duty.

[i]The full moon is on Sunday. We’re doing our civic duty. Are you?[/i]

She glanced at her radio with a smile one would give to a child who didn’t understand a simple concept. She took a long, deep breath before her fist went through the car radio. 

When she pulled up to the mansion she bled a fair amount, removing her scarf she wrapped it around her hand and got out, slamming the door behind her. She rested on the hood of the car for a second and willed any anxiety away.

“They won’t come for them. No one knows they exist.”

With a few words Eleanor was fine. Everything was fine. 

She took the bag which contained a few mice, some cheeses and some medication and walked out behind the manor. She found her trap she had laid and saw that it had worked as usual. A large fox this time, was caught in the cage, yipping at her. She removed it and with one, calculated and cold movement, snapped its neck. 

Replacing the now gone mice in the cage she walked back to her house. She was ready to make her daughter a fox-blood drink to wane her hangover.

It was a harder world than ever for them to live in and Sunday would be a proving grounds for their sustainability as a family. 

She was desperate to make it work. 

She had to.