Sean laughed when he saw the color in her cheeks. It had been a long time since he had known a girl who could actually blush. The only females he usually conversed with were vampires like himself, and they were just as incapable as himself to turn any shade aside from pale white. Which was a shame, because there was simply nothing more adorable than a blushing girl.

Smiling just a little, Sean finally turned the knob, leading Keaira into his home. The entryway was rather large with fancy wood upon the floor. To the left was the dining room which lead to the kitchen, straight ahead the grand stair case, and to the right was the living area with two plush, over priced sofas and an unused, wide screened television. Windows were scattered about the walls, allowing warm sunlight to seep into the house on most days. The four enjoyed the sun when they were alone, not giving much thought to their sparkling skin when the light spilled out over their bodies through the glass. But today the curtains were drawn so Keaira wouldn't see the four shine. Sean supposed Sam and Edmund were the ones responsible for doing so.

"Sean!" came Janelle's voice from their left as she made her way towards them through the dining room. "Well, I see you made it," she beamed with her hands on her hips. "Come on in," her gaze flickered to Sean. "Both of you," she turned and started back through the room. "Please take a seat. Dinner's almost ready and I'm not sure where Edmund and Sam are," she said as she made her way back through the kitchen. Sean sighed and walked with Keaira towards the large table and pulled out one of the chairs so she could take a seat. “I’ll try to make this as painless as possible,” he promised with a weak smile.

"Well to be honest I'm not to worried about you because I trust you, it's just Janelle I'm not to comfortable around yet." Keaira whispered to Sean so hopefully no one else would hear what she had just said. She wasn't trying to bash anybody or anything like that, she was just saying how she felt about the situation. She knew Sean wouldn't do anything crazy or such, at least as far as she knew he wouldn't, but from what she had seen and was told then Janelle was a different story. Not only that but suddenly inviting her here out of the blue like that, not to mention the somewhat sneaky way that Janelle seemed to talk from time to time certainly didn't help things.
However, she was at least going to make the best of the circumstances so maybe this wouldn't be as bad as she feared it might. After all she had to admit, she was a little curious about the rest of this rather mismatched family since Sean and Janelle were the onlly two she had really met.

As Keaira took a seat, Sean leaned in a bit to hear what she had to say; though he could hear most everything from that very spot. Though it was the details that sold his disguise as a human. Even blinking and breathing were at one point a hassle to keep up. Though they were habits now. Unnecessary habits, but habits none the less.

Sean was glad to hear Keaira could trust him. But it was understandable that she didn't feel the same way towards his sister. She wasn't easy to get along with. Again, Sean didn't have the slightest clue how Edmund had put up with her after all these years. It was a mystery Sean was sure he would never solve. "Don't worry about it," he said in a low tone. "This will all be over with soon enough."

And as if on cue, Janelle came prancing into the room with a wide, proud smile on her face, a large bowl of spaghetti in hand. "Sam! Edmund! Hurry up!” She called as she set it on the table, an apron around her slim waist and two oven mitts on each hand, though she hardly needed them. Vampire's skin wasn't as heat sensitive as a human’s. Janelle then looked to Keaira and smiled. "I think you'll like it," she chided before making her way back towards the kitchen to remove her mitts and apron. Sean only cringed with a frown as he took a seat beside Keaira. Sure, maybe humans enjoyed the scent of Italian pastas, but the dish seemed sickening compared to Keaira. She suddenly seemed so close. Her blood. So tempting. He could hardly stand it.

Edmund and Sam walked into the room as Janelle started to cheerily serve up the spaghetti onto the already set plates. Edmund and Sam took a seat across from Sean and Keaira. Sam across from Keaira and Edmund across from Sean. Once the food had been served before each individual, Janelle took a seat at the end of the table, smirking. All three of the boys looked towards the plates with disappointment. Janelle ignored their expressions and immediately turned to Keaira. "So, Keaira is it? Yes, right. Well, Keaira. Tell us about yourself."

Keaira couldn't help but tense up a little at that question. What could she tell exactly? She didn't want to spill her whole life story to everyone, especially Janelle, but she had a gut feeling that might be one of the things Janelle would try to pry out of her. Whether one way or another.

"Well.....w-what exactly do you want to know?" Keaira asked as she glanced down a little as if hesitant to ask that question in the first place. While it would help her know more specifically what Janelle was trying to pull out of her she still wasn't to thrilled at being grilled over questions about herself. She knew Sean would have a better understanding as to why because he knew more then Janelle, Sam, or Edmund did, but still at the same time there was really no stopping the blonde from trying to figure out some way to weasle out more information. Information that she might could try to use against Keaira and that was something the red-head was trying to avoid at this point.

((Sorry this took forever to post. :( I wrote you literally three freaking long replies, but they some how ended up deleted before I could post either of them. So here's a super lame one. Sorry. :P My next one will be 343452931 times better.))

Janelle shrugged a bit as she brought her glass of water to her lips. She took a small sip, the liquid useless to her immortal body, and then smiled to Keaira. “Well, how about you tell us how you meet my baby brother here?” she asked as she tipped her glass in Sean’s direction.

“We have English together,” he replied quickly, almost glaring at Janelle. She didn’t need to know the truth. She didn’t deserve the truth. Besides, Sean wasn’t sure she needed to know Keaira sat alone in the park. It was safest she didn’t know such details.

Janelle raised her brow to Sean. “I’m sorry. Is your name Keaira?” she asked curtly. Edmund laughed a bit as he toyed with his spaghetti. Janelle shot him a glare and he instantly pursued his lips to hold back the outburst, though his smile remained. Janelle acted as if not to notice. “So what do you do outside of school?” she asked innocently. “Besides running around with our Sean of course,” she added with a small giggle. Sean cleared his throat as if to some how drown out Janelle’s words, though it didn’t seem possible. She couldn’t be stopped. She was an uncontrollable force of nature. And an irritating one for that matter.

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"Well....nothing really. I'm afraid I don't have much of a social life." Keaira answered without going into much more detail then that. Although it was somewhat obvious that Keaira was hiding more then she was telling, but hopefully Janelle wouldn't try and pry out more then Keaira felt comfortable telling. True Janelle tried to hold up an innocent facade but Keaira knew better then that, and she had been on edge about the blonde ever since that first rather sudden meeting. At least Sean didn't seem to have a problem covering for her on a few questions, and for that she was extremely grateful.

Although saying her social life was severly lacking was probably something that was already obvious to them. If they had ever noticed her before now they would have seen she was often alone, and rarely spoke to anyone at all. Why that was Keaira never said, or rather didn't freely offer the information since she wasn't about to give Janelle more fuel for an already out of control fire.

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((OOC: Sorry but I'm not accepting any other RPer's for this story right now.))

Janelle's smile turned a bit smug. "Well, I suppose you and Sean have that in common." Sean gritted his teeth. He had just as much as social life as Janelle. Though she did have Edmund, her mate. Sean was rather alone in that sense. Still, she never conversed with many humans either, unless she was putting down boys at their high school for their lame pick up lines and sad attempts to impress her.

Sean glanced up towards Edmund and Sam. Sam was gazing at the window behind Sean, though the curtains hid the outside world. Sean was always so curious as to what went through Sam's head so often. He was always seemed to be so distracted so out of it. He had lost his mate years ago. At least, that's what Edmund insisted why he was the way he was. Sean couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it.

Edmund simply continued to play with his food, shaking his head subtly in pity. Sean noticed his eyes flicker up towards Keaira for a fleeting moment, and then to Sean. He smiled and then looked past to his pasta. Sean didn’t blame him. He was having the same thoughts. Keaira’s scent was so sweet compared to the noodles that turned to dirt the moment they touched his taste buds. This was beyond torture. “So Keaira,” Janelle pushed on. “How long have you lived in this lovely little town?” she asked with certain edge Sean couldn’t understand. He only narrowed his eyes, a warning glare as his expression. But Janelle’s eyes never left Keaira.

"Okay she's starting to get a little to curious." Keaira thought to herself. She could tell Janelle was just trying to probe deeper and deeper into things and she really didn't need to go there. However she was definitely sure at this point that Janelle had little care of limits, she'd go wherever she wished and ask whatever she wanted without care and that's what worried her.

"Actually I've lived here my whole life. Same house and everything." Keaira answered since that was a fairly neutral answer. If nothing else at least maybe it would be enough of an answer to satisfy Janelle's obvious curiosity and keep her from trying to go any further with this whole Q&A. However she had the sinking suspicioun that wasn't going to be the end of it, and she tried everything she could to hide her unease at all the questions.

"Oh," Janelle started with a raised eye brow. "Well that's . . . Quaint." She opened her mouth to continue when she suddenly turned her head sharply to face Edmund and Sam. "What's so funny?" she demanded.

Edmund's eyes went wide, hoping she hadn't heard his remark on her cooking. "W-What?" he stammered, still chortling a bit.

"Is there something wrong with your food?" she asked sharply, eyes narrowed.

"What? No. It's . . . It's great," he grinned. "Huh, Sam?" Sam squirmed in his seat a bit, acting as if he hadn't heard him speak. But of course, he was a vampire. Even Keaira, a human, could have heard him. "Huh, Sam?" Edmund repeated.

"Oh, oh yeah," he added before taking a pointless sip of water, a liquid that couldn't quench his thirst.

There was a long silence as she stared daggers at the two of them down, each trying not to smile. Sam and Edmund had at least a couple hundred years each as their age, yet they still acted like high school boys. Sean was practically the youngest besides Janelle and it was easy to say he was the more mature of the two. "Eat," she commanded thickly before looking back to Janelle, another smile already on her once furious, pale face. "Your whole life then?" she asked, expecting no answer. She laughed lightly as she took yet another unnecessary swig from her own glass of water. "That sure is a long time," she added, a certain sarcastic edge to her tone. She was a vampire. Of course that didn’t seem like such a long time. Sean made a face, eyes on Janelle with warning. "I'm sure after living in a town like this for so many years, you must have some sort of boyfriend?"

"It's getting late," Sean said firmly as he rose from his seat, his chair pushed back behind him as he did so. "I should take Keaira home."

Janelle looked to Sean with a knowing grin. "Sit down Sean. She just got here." Sean hesitated a moment, exchanging a harsh gaze with his sister. She knew he would obey. She knew he would sit. Not because she so much as a threat, but because Keaira was. Because Sean was risking everything. Their cover, their reputation, their lives with this human girl in their dinning room. If Keaira found out? If she told? If the town heard? They'd be gone. They would move. Vampires of higher power would learn of such scandalous news and would have their heads. Sean was risking it all.

But finally, he took his seat, eyes to the table as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Thank you," she chided, again directing her words to Keaira. "I simply can't imagine such a pretty girl like yourself staying single in such a little town," she continued, Sean now looking to Edmund, bitterly pleading for him to interject. But he only gazed back towards his cousin with a subtle shrug, a look of pity on his face. He didn't have control over his mate. He didn't have control over what she would say. It seemed even she didn't at times.

"W-well........no I haven't."

That was all Keaira said about that subject as she sat there staring downward while suddenly feeling like a deer caught in headlights.
No she had never had a boyfriend, heck she'd never even had a real friend in her life before Sean came along. She had always been to introverted, and not to mention she had to hide the kind of homelife she had before her father finally left. Not that she wasn't glad he was gone but she didn't want everyone knowing about what had happened. Especially not Janelle but she was getting dangerously close to weeding out those few little bits she would rather not tell.

Already she felt like running, as she had done so many times in the past but she really couldn't. She honestly felt trapped at this point and she didn't like that feeling one bit.

Janelle gave a satisfied smile as Keaira looked towards the table, her eyes looking down to the girl. Was that what she intended? To break Keaira? Not to scare her away with their need for blood but with her own harsh words and judgements? Well, Sean had had enough of that. He slammed his hands on the table, about ready to lift himself off the surface of the wood and to lunge himself towards his sister, when Edmund finally spoke up.

"So Keaira," Edmund started, placing his fork down as he looked to her with an almost panicked smile, sensing the tension between his mate and Sean. "Do you have any siblings back home?" he asked, family coming to mind first since his own was about to start ripping each other apart. Physical fights weren't rare among vampires. It was almost their nature to turn so primitive over such matters. Especially when it came to mates. Though Keaira was hardly Sean's mate, she was his first and only current interest after he had been turned over. And when a vampire's significant other had been verbally or any other sense attacked, it was only natural for things to turn ugly and fast. Even Edmund was feeling a little protective with the looks Sean was sending Janelle's way. Though he said or did nothing to defend her. She really was pushing her luck already.

Well at least it wasn't Janelle asking the questions anymore but still what was it about everyone wanting to know about her family life? Okay so Keaira had to admit, Edmund's question sounded much more neutral then Janelle's but it still felt ackward being asked questions that she normally avoided having people ask.

"No I don't, it's just me." Keaira answered knowing she could have said more but refrained from doing so. Actually if she'd had any siblings her family would probably have been even more insane then it already was, well at least where one half was concerned. And even with just her she had often wondered whether she was just the mistake they never wanted to deal with, well okay she knew her mother really cared about her but she wasn't going to go into all that. Better leave all that untouched for now and hope they eventually decided to turn the subject to other things.

"I bet that's nice," Sam mumbled, looking towards his plate with a frown. Edmund nodded.

"What's that suppose to mean?" snapped Janelle. "Besides. You don't have siblings. You're an only child. Remember?" It was true. Though none of the four were technically related, only Sean and Janelle were the brother and sister. Edmund and Sam were two separate cousins from each side of the family.

"Oh, yeah. I forget," he shrugged. Janelle threw him a glare, as if warning him not to blow their cover. She was really the only one who took it so seriously. Sean as well. He didn't enjoy moving around so much. Sam and Edmund didn't seem to mind it. Sam didn't like staying in one spot for so long and Edmund didn't care where he was, as long as Janelle was with hi. Which was almost amusing to Sean since he'd do most anything to get away from her.

Janelle cleared her throat before continuing on with her questions to Keaira. She must have had a hundred. "So you like it here, Keaira?" she asked as if it was nothing but an innocent question. Sean watched her carefully. He knew every sentence she uttered held a pot hold. She wanted something. Whether that be a slip up from Keaira or a reaction from himself. Sean didn't want her to have either one.

At least the conversation seemed to have turned away from Keaira's messed up family life, and really that was a relief in itself. However even she knew not to let her guard down around Janelle, and from this point on she was going to have to answer her questions carefully.

"Yeah well about as much as I can without having lived anywhere else." Keaira answered without bothering to give Janelle much of a glance. She didn't want the vampire woman to see that she was close to striking a nerve, and she knew if she let that be obvious then Janelle would exploit it for all it was worth. That was a risk she wasn't willing to take, and all she could do right then was watch how she answered these questions and hope she was out of the spotlight soon.

(( Hey! Sorry. I know it's been foooooorever since I've replied. :( I'm getting behind. I'll edit this and type you a post tonight, but I just wanted to let you know that everything's getting really, obnaxiously busy over here so I don't have too much time to reply. But I can still post! At least a couple times a day I think. Things are starting to settle a little. But still. :) So. Just don't hate me. Haha. ))

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Name:alyssa
Age:1000
Species: vampire
Eye color:green
Hair color:black
Bio:i am half vampire and jaguar my dad was a vampire and my mom was a jaguar shifter. My mom left at my birth so i dont know her. was raised my my dad who is the king of the vampires.at age 6 my jaguar blood attacked my vampire blood the only reson i survied is because i killed people for there blood. i have long black hair and green eyes in 55 and 100 pds nd pale
i walk in warry of my suroundings