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"I feel like I could eat the whole world raw."
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When one of us goes to war. We all go to war.
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Here's a limmerick There once was a team out of Haven with an outlook as black as a raven they were meant to fight BANK but our hearts all but sank WHEN WE HEARD THAT THEY'D RUN HOME AND TURNED CRAVEN
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When you realize you gotta make an IC intro post and just '...'
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Big things are coming! Stay tuned ~
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𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗥 𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛



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?”

No.

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 that 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.

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

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.

𝗘𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗨𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗥𝗘


♪♪


A slightly less than conscious Eve awoke to the sound of a kettle screaming and the Blake on her shoulder telling her to run.

I fell asleep last night oh god.

Eve immediately bolted upright, wrapping the comforter she had been curled up in around her body as she began to tiptoe her way out the door. The sound of his footsteps caused her to bolt out the door even faster.

…Wait. His? Hers?

Who knows.

Even required a quick escape all the same. She bolted out the door and up the stairs, where she was met with the little angel who lived down the hall from Eve’s latest conquest.

Aoife Reilley was a strange girl, she was kind of what mother’s wanted their daughter’s to be – even though they were never like that. She was kind, boring, dressed nice and charitable… Probably? Eve didn’t know that much about her, that being said – she did know that girl was as gay as they came. Eve gave her a propositional smile for a second before realizing that the Blake on her shoulder would yell at her for flirting with someone during a walk of shame.

“Don’t stare too hard, a walk of shame is only a walk of shame if you can’t make it work.” Eve said, causing Aoife to recoil just ever so slightly. As if she tasted something sour. The girl opened her mouth, it snapped into her usual light smile but Eve interrupted once more. Moving past her in a slow somewhat overly cutesy fashion. “You look pleased as punch, you know Friday’s only good after you get everything done right?”

That’s right, she had lots to do today.

She kept running down the stairs to the entrance and out the door. She lived about a five minute walk from here, judging from street signs – but the nippy cold air brushed up against her wonderful, self-described sensual skin and she tried to make sure it would only be a two and a half minute jog.

Her sprint of sexual victory earned a few hollers from onlookers but Eve didn’t care, she waved a royal wave and continued jogging down the street in her bare feet and fairly large comforter. Finally getting back to their building Eve darted in and felt the warmth that she paid for so regularly comforting. The blanket was nice, but when in the outdoors it did little to help.

Approaching the door to her and Blake’s apartment she knocked three times, a signal for ‘Hey Blake, I’m coming in early, also I’m naked, covered only by a comforter and you should probably avert your innocent eyes because who knows what’s going to happen when I’m finally home.’

… It wasn’t uncommon among girlfriends, she was sure.

She liked to think of their place as Blake’s own little fortress of solitude. Because y’know, her boyfriend has never existed and she’s mean.

There’s a better joke there, but half of Eve’s mind was still overflown with champagne. She hastily creeped into the living room and poked her head into Blake’s room to make sure her roommate/live in house wife wasn’t around.

Perfect. Still no Blake, no doubt she was overrun as usual at work being Lois Lane. That should give the demon enough time.

“Okay Blake, let’s hope you’re as liberal as you act online.” Eve said huffing as she moved a small chair and lifted up a floor board. Inside were streamers, a rolled up banner and a beautiful custom made card.

The banner just read: ‘Surprise’.

But the card, beautifully written and absolutely eloquent.

The front read. “Only you could still be a virgin after all these years…” While the inside in beautiful cursive read: ”Because you’ve been living with a succubus this whole time! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3”

She would love it.

Blake probably wouldn’t.

But god damn Eve was happier than she had ever been. Maybe happy wasn’t right. She was somewhat anxious, truth be told. But she was also ecstatic. Finally Blake would get that she’s not just making terrible life decisions – she’s making them because she basically has to.

After setting up the streamers and banners on the walls and leaving the card in the middle of the coffee table, Eve went into the fridge. Luckily she was able to persuade Blake to get some take out last night. She had a small cake made in honour of the excellent news, of course another custom message for her roommate.

”No but actually, I’m a demon, from hell. I am empowered by the lust of my enemies. Love, Eve.”

It was just a casual follow through to the card in case it didn’t come across.

Short and sweet.

To the point really.

With everything set up Eve decided she’d just tell Blake that she had bought the comforter as a 1 year anniversary gift and threw it on the couch before heading to the shower for a quick wash up.

Some people might have considered that she was rushing things. That she was overloading Blake with information. But Eve didn’t think those people gave Blake enough credit. The girl rolled with punches and… She had supported Eve for a while now. In a longer life than most humans get to live, Blake was one of the first people to really worm her way into Eve’s rotten heart.

So she gets to know everything.

But she’s also still a bit of a loser, so she gets a card and a cake because she’s into that kind of stuff.

𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗟𝗘𝗢



The shower ran hot over Aila’s scars, recently adorned cuts, bruises, and sore muscles. She stood somewhat painfully with her hands on either side of the nozzle, just letting the barely too hot water shock her awake carrying some dried blood down the drain with it. She had work soon and she was trying to quit buying coffee and smoking before every shift.

She let the water continue to pour over her until it started to feel normal. That’s when she reached gingerly for a towel outside the shower, slicking her hair back over her head and out of her face. She dried herself off and threw on a pair of well-fitting sweatpants and a tank top with a campfire on the chest. She jumped onto her small old couch that a couple officers had helped her pick up from a garage sale about a week ago and flicked her tiny TV on to the weather station.

That’s when she saw it.

“Ah…” Aila started, her eyes darting over the text and small infographic on the screen. “Fuuuuuuck.” She groaned.

February 9 is the next full moon was all she really took in before her hand subconsciously grabbed a pack of smokes and her lighter. She made her own cigarettes, something growing up on a reserve taught her, not that it was a notable talent. Hey, my name’s Aila I want to save people, I can make little cancer sticks.

Her coat was snagged on the way out the door and in an instant the cold air was nipping at her shoulders, collar and ankles. Her cigarette was lit and with a long drag she turned her gaze to the moon which was still high in the air, without the light from the sun.

It wasn’t long before Aoife Reilley came skipping out of their building like the goddamned Disney princess she pretended to be. She was literally listening to Dancing in the Moonlight.



Yeah, no, the one by Toploader.

“Hey Aila,” Aoife began with her usual unrequited smile.

Aila turned her gaze ever so slightly towards the brunette, nodding a little, taking another long drag. “Hi,” was all the werewolf forced out. She hated being overly polite and Aoife was nice enough – but she didn’t have time for it right now.

“How’s everything?” Aoife pressed, assuming a ridiculous posture that was both childlike and… Well, kind of cute.

“It’s good.” Aila said, tossing her cigarette but in her path and stomping it out in the same stride, pushing past the older girl in order to get back into the apartment. It was too warm near Aoife anyway – it made her uncomfortable. Her feelings around that girl were odd and disjointed. In one hand, Aoife was her senior and pushing to become some kind of medical… Something. Aila wasn’t listening when Aoife went into a long-winded explanation of it. But, at the same time she did see her with Cael once which seemed like the antithesis of Aoife who Aila thought was a nun the first time they met.

“Who knows?” She mused to herself quietly getting back upstairs. She always walked to work with Stein whenever he got up and had breakfast with him if they still had time, if it was too late she’d have to go in and wake him up again. After losing his partner he had been somewhat… Out of sorts, it was a while ago but your partner is someone you want to see grow old.

Not that Aila would know, she was still a secretary. Slamming the door to her apartment in momentary frustration she heard someone shout after her but she waved it off and threw her coat at the rack near her door. Grasping the cigarettes she had sworn off less than an hour ago she once again glanced at the weather station and shoved them back into her pocket with a groan.

“This weekend is going to be shit.” She said to herself staring at the ceiling with a groan.

Her phone beeped, and she grabbed it. It was an email from work.

Expect a lot of calls today, local radio hijacked for an extremist message. Be in ASAP.

Aila looked at the phone and read the message a few times. Taking it in.

She read it once more, snagging a pillow from one end of the couch.

She screamed into it, kicking her feet back and forth before just throwing it haphazardly knocking a bottle or two off a nearby coffee table.

“God.”

She had to get going for breakfast with Stein before work, it was something of a tradition.

𝗔𝗢𝗜𝗙𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗬


♪♪


“We like our fun and we don’t fight”

Aoife danced in a way that would make you think she might have been practicing. But mostly it was because no one was watching. She twisted and turned with a smile emblazoned on her face. The living room was a mess, but hell – she didn’t care all that much. She was dancing on top of a chair whose cushions were torn to shreds. But all the sudden her alarm blared through her ears, she was still dancing when it sounded she glanced at Stef’s door for a few long moments, letting the alarm play through for just a few more seconds before turning it off. Alarms were weird for her, they didn’t make anything but sound. Her senses were only amplified to humans because of their emotions, others too of course – but the point of the matter was that a computerized sound never tasted like anything. Which was weird to the young angel. Something she’d have to get used to. But with the sun coming up over the horizon and morning breaking, it was time to fix things. She paused the song for a minute.

She sighed a small sigh of relief and got to work. She’d have to buy new cushions for her chair, Stef had taken a massive bite out of it… She’d also have to try and find an outfit that covered her collar completely – to avoid suspicion. She didn’t need anyone to know that she was lodging a vampire, otherwise they’d come for Stef. Aoife wouldn’t allow that. Once, Stef had referred to Aoife as a guardian angel, which had given her too much pride to back down from having Stef as her charge at this point. Besides, she had helped raise more than a few orphans and runaways. She could do this. Popping into her room she hurriedly sorted through a pile of clothes. She needed to do laundry so her options were limited but she managed to find a sweater that pretty well covered her collar, although it seemed that when she walked it shifted a little, she’d just have to remember to cover it up so Stef didn’t see it.

She skipped over to the kitchen, making sure to clean up the small trails of the disastrous night in her path. By the time she was looking for eggs to make the room looked pretty much spotless and Stef wasn’t due up for at least a little while still. But there was no eggs.

Darn.

Aoife took out a small notepad she used to leave Stef notes and jotted down a quick message.

“Hey girl,
Just running to the store to buy some breakfast supplies!

Stay Hungry,
Aoife <3”

And with that she had a jacket thrown on to ward herself from the cool February air and she was off.

Aoife hit play.

“Everybody’s dancing in the moonlight ~” She sang in a singsony voice that was almost definitely at least a little off-key. But as she was exiting she saw a girl smoking outside the building that she recognized. “Hey Aila,” Aoife began with her usual unrequited smile.

“Hi.” Aila responded, not making eye contact, her voice felt like pins and needles and smelt like pine. It was an emotion Aoife had gotten accustomed to feeling brush against her with the cool morning air.

“How’s everything?” The angel asked, placing her hands behind her back and clasping them tightly. She always tried to spin these encounters in some kind of positive way, it just didn’t work all too often.

“It’s good.” She said throwing her cigarette to the ground and brushing past Aoife on her way back up to the building.

“Okay, bye!” Aoife said in a slightly raised voice as the Canadian girl made her exit. The scent of pine drifted out of Aoife’s mind as she turned back on her way to the store. It was nice, Aila was nice in general, most people who were that sad were usually incredibly rude but Aila was always polite.

In Aoife’s mind that counted for something.

She continued on her way, a smile on her lips as the warmth of the sun made its presence known to Aoife, she could feel it on her wings. Even if no one else could see or feel them. It felt really nice. Aoife popped into the grocery store and immediately ran smack into a woman, in turn pausing her song. The woman had darker hair, she was tall and had a fairly imposing face. She wore dark sunglasses that completely blocked Aoife from seeing her eyes, but the posture, the way about her – it was pretty obvious who this was.

“Oh, Ms. English, I’m very sorry please-“ She began, but the older woman had no time for the young angel.

She sighed a deep, breathy sigh that felt like a punch to the gut. “Its fine, Aoife was it?” Her unsureness about her name sounded like a certain amount of contempt and bored intolerance.

“Yes Ma’am…” Aoife managed to stutter out, she felt the taste of warm iron in her mouth, like it was blood and it was intensifying rapidly. “I’ll get out of your way now.”

“Please.” Eleanor English strode past the young Angel, a shopping bag in hand, but Aoife couldn’t quite make out any of it.

Making her way to the aisle with some eggs in it she managed to grab a twelve pack, a small carton of milk, some cheese – all of the fixings for a good breakfast. Happy with herself, she took her small basket to the checkout line, and waited as there was a burly man in front of her already checking out. He had rough skin that looked like it had seen a few years of hard labour, most likely somewhere where it was warm. And coarse short blond hair. She recognized the aura anywhere, Officer Monythebeng’s was always something of an oddity. A false yellow.

He was purchasing what could only be described as an industrial bottle of Advil, along with some coffee creamer, a bottle of red wine and a dozen bagels.

… Aoife was always nice, but Officer Monyethebeng was an odd duck.

“Ah hey,” he started, turning to see who was waiting behind him. “Yer one of them high schoolers right?” He asked.

“Oh, no my name is Aoife – we’ve met a few times actually I’m studying in pre-me-“ Aoife started to helpfully explain.

“Alright, don’t do drugs Eva.” He said, his voice felt like an uneasy breeze and smelled like alcohol.

That might not have been the Empathy actually.

“You need a bag for those?” The cashier asked as Aoife heard the door ring, Officer Monyethebeng already on his way out. She zoned out for a second.

“Oh, yes two bags please!” She said, quickly grabbing a few bills from her pocket that she had stuffed in before leaving the house.

On her way back to the apartment the sun had come up a bit more, not enough to be significant – but enough to really consider this the morning now. She took a deep breath of fresh air and exhaled with a huge smile on her face, restarting her song once more.

"Everybody was dancing in the moonlight."

Sure, last night Stef had one of her episodes – she still needed to find someone to teach her how to control that. But she was fine, Stef didn’t drink too much of her blood and the worst had passed. Besides, it was Friday and Cael had a plan for tonight – not that he bothered to clue Aoife into it.

Finally making her way back up the stairs, bounding up them she passed by a lady wearing what could only be an entire comforter. She looked at Aoife with a wicked grin.

“Don’t stare too hard, a walk of shame is only a walk of shame if you can’t make it work.” Eve said her voice tasted like red wine and dark chocolate all at once. It was really overpowering and frankly way too much for Aoife to handle this early in the morning. “You look pleased as punch, you know Friday’s only good after you get everything done right?” Eve asked with a playful grin, smooshing past Aoife and continuing her quick walk back from whatever bed she crawled out of.

Aoife didn’t pay it much mind – she might’ve lived around some weird people. But they just helped make her morning what it was! It was pretty great, all things considered.

There wasn’t much to complain about.

Walking back into the small pseudo-two bedroom apartment (Aoife’s room was converted from an old walk in closet) she got to making breakfast for her and Stef. She had the feeling that today, among everything else – would be good.








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