Snippet #1929927

Jenson shook her head, ignoring the comments about upsetting her. She took another drink but made a sour face at the bottle. What the hell was she doing? She wasn't a drinker. She was drowning her sorrow with something that would last for the moment and she didn't want to follow in her family's footsteps. She scowled at the container and set it on the ground, sighing deeply.
"No, no. It was not your fault, love. It was my own. You can have that, by the way." She added, picking herself off of the bed and going to the top of the stairs to look out towards Gabby and the newcomer. She had been expected and she smirked before going down the stairs two at a time.
She greeted their new guest with a warm smile.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Saffir." She nodded her head and welcomed her deeper into the house.
"Could you get the door, hon?" She asked Victor, but already saw him starting for the large entry way.
"Please, do sit down. Are you planning to stay a while? Do forgive me, of course you are. There are plenty of empty bedrooms for you to choose from if you would like. Can I offer you a beverage?" She asked, standing and heading towards the kitchen, keeping an ear open for her drink of choice while filling herself up a glass of iced sweet tea.

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Ian snorted as he emerged into the house, annoyed slightly that he was forced to be carrying the rank pest on his shoulders, but it was the only way he could be assured that things went as planned. He chained her up to the stone wall, -along with the few humans, some awake, others completely unconcious- and knocked on the door to the lab to indicate to the others of his arrival.
"You have a new guinea pig, Oreo." He chuckled and found himself on the werewolf territory much faster then the trip home.
He could already hear the slight commotion on the other side of the wall of trees that seperated him and the werewolf mansion, but he stayed in the back. Keeping himself hidden for a little extra surprise. What with the other vampires at their doorstep, it would be hard to decipher which scent was which, unless Jenson got anywhere near the door. He hoped she was holed up doing whatever responsible sisters did, but now all he could do was wait.

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Hayley shook her head and attempted to peer over Victor's shoulder, inhaling slightly and she could smell Jenson. The odor fresh, so she must have been downstairs. She was curious as to why she wasn't the one opening the door and inspecting their every visitor, but she wasn't complaining.
"No. But I need to talk with....Rick? Immediately. Tell him Ari wants a word..." She wasn't sure if that was enough to gain the new wolf's trust, but it was really all she had and she hoped it wasn't going to get the door slammed in her face, because otherwise they would be forced to come inside without consent which would only confirm her image of the future.
She swallowed back the ball of bile that had collected, trying to calm her tensed nerves and she tried to look a bit impatient.
"This really is a matter of life and death...So I would........appreciate it if you didn't take your time." She wasn't usually nice to wolves, but the time seemed right to try and make the best of this so they wouldn't be forced to do the worst.