Alexis Davenport's Story

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Bertoldo found his smirk widening at the sound of Erieda's chuckle, but straightened both his back and expression when she began to speak, as a sign of respect to her position more than anything else. She was a Queen, after all, and Bertoldo had always been raised with old-fashioned values. To him, chivalry and respect were important.

Although he thought his purpose was clear, he found himself parting his lips to speak and explain his situation. "We're running low on willing suppliers, I'm afraid," he started, his eyes trailing various people who were walking past them. He didn't want to speak too boldly about their supernatural affairs; he did not live in an area where mortals were not aware of his origins, so it was taking quite a bit out of him to remember where he was. He found himself becoming uncharacteristically worried, so his voice was semi-quiet. "I only plan on being here a couple of days, at most, so you need not worry about me picking away at the town's population," he joked, a warm smile settling upon his lips, but it faded shortly afterwards into an expression of mild concern, mixed with curiosity.

He paused for a moment, as if he was trying to pick his words very carefully. He did not want to offend Erieda, after all. This was one of their first meetings. "Forgive me for being intrusive, My Lady, but you seemed... upset about something. I could sense it all the way from across the street," he started. "Not that it's my place, but if there is anything I can do, please do not hesitate to ask."

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Alec was getting pretty tired of being around his family in that moment. He just wished Amorie were around, so they could go off together and get away from all the mayhem. She'd always been good for that; distracting him when he thought he was going to snap at one of them for real. She wasn't around at that time, and he just thanked the Gods that he wasn't in a really bad mood that day, 'else he would have flipped out.

As Alexis continued to speak about Sunday, he could feel his fingers digging into the fabric of his jeans at the knees. As much as he hated to admit it, the things she was saying were sort of true, but even he didn't understand why he suddenly felt so defensive. He was absolutely sure that he didn't have feelings for Sunday, that much had been made clear, but more often than not when accused of something he would usually just shrug it off and move on; he had, for some reason, found it necessary to argue back. He was wishing he hadn't, then maybe he wouldn't have his family getting on at him about it.

"I know she has feelings for me," he hissed, as if it was just common knowledge and he didn't need to be reminded of it. "I'm not fucking blind, I can see it too! But I'm betting she falls for just about anyone who doesn't smack her around the face when she smiles at them." He knew that was a low blow, and he was surprised that the words had even left his mouth, but - as usual - instead of apologising, namely to Alexis, he just wanted to get out of there. Standing up, he straightened out his outfit and began walking out, but he turned before reaching the stairs. "You should learn to leave well enough alone," he said, his voice monotonous. Then he left.

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Slade pulled Sunday into the kitchen, and closed the door behind them. He was planning only to get himself some water, but he felt he had to give Sunday the option of choosing her own drink. Opening the door to one of their many over-sized fridges, he pointed to one of the shelves, where bottles and bottles lay stacked on top of each other. All fizzy drinks. Nothing alcoholic. Sunday didn't need to be any more hyper or on-edge than she already was. Just thinking about it made him shudder; it'd be chaos.

"Don't pay any attention to Eida," he said, a warning tone in his voice, as he set up three glasses. As he filled his own up with water and waited for Sunday to make her choice, he continued on. "She was talking about... alcohol. It's an intoxicating substance; it's not good for you and, trust me, you don't want any. Unless you want to 'end up on your ass', as she put it." He let that sink in for a moment, before he turned. "Made your choice?" he asked, wearing a smile.

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"I know she has feelings for me," he hissed and Alexis rolled her eyes. "I'm not fucking blind, I can see it too! But I'm betting she falls for just about anyone who doesn't smack her around the face when she smiles at them." He said and Alexis jerked her head back, aghast. Why would he say something like that, Alexis was glad the girl wasn't there, otherwise she would have been in tears. Leave it to Alec to take his anger out by saying such a thing. Alexis felt the nether energies in her being to spin. Not a good sign, too much of that, and all hell will break loose. "You should learn to leave well enough alone," He hissed before walking out.

"God, He is such a little bitch sometimes!" Alexis said, sending her fist into the table she'd been leaning on. She turned to Eida. " If he would have said that shit, when that girl in her, she would have been in tears, I ought drag his little bitch ass back in here..." She said, with another violent punch to the table, to which now shattered in half, it was in that same moment, they heard a crash coming from the kitchen, Alexis huffed, but heard no one groaning in pain, so she didn't go running in, besides now she was in a mood. She groaned looking down at the table. Her mother was going to kill her for ruining yet another piece of furniture.

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Bertoldo gave a modest yet subtle shrug at Erieda's comment. Of course, he knew of his own Clan's skills better than any other; they were skilled in most Vampire-related powers. Empathy, telepathy, charm. Bertoldo in particular had spent many a century developing such powers for situations just as these. However, most of his power - much like the rest of his clan, which consisted mainly of new recruits - came primarily from age. And he was the oldest member. He was at least glad to know that all his time and effort had not gone to waste.

As Erieda confessed to him her worries, he found himself hanging on her every word. It was rare that a frown ever settled on his brows, but these were special circumstances, and so he allowed it. The crease that was formed between them was unwelcome and alien. War was never a good thing as far as he knew, and while he was most definitely sure that Erieda did not start it, he couldn't help but wonder who did. He wanted to question whether it was against her specifically, or if it targeted enough people that Erieda felt she must get involved, but he held his tongue.

When she turned down his offer, Bertoldo's lips pinched together for only a second, before he forced a smile onto his features. "I could not make such a decision for the entire Clan," he admitted, "at least not right now. Since we are so large in numbers, I rely on a Council of Elder Vampires to assist in these decisions, and even after that we give the members a chance to contribute their opinions on such matters," he continued, speaking up a bit now that the streets seemed to have emptied a bit more. No one was stood in their general vicinity, at least. "But, if and when you find out more information about this war, and if you are fighting for a good cause, then I don't see why we couldn't ally ourselves with the Seelie Fae." He extended a hand, aiming to shake hers. "Until then, I will personally assist in any way I can. I cannot ask my followers to fight, but if I find out any information, you'll be the first to hear about it," he said, then smirked a little. "Free of charge."

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Slade watched Sunday with an odd sense of curiosity as she pulled out an orange-coloured bottle and began to fumble with the lid. When she cut herself, it took Slade a second or two to respond, before he was moving towards her, but by that point she had already thrown the bottle down on the ground. He watched it shatter, and his eyes snapped up at Sunday with a disapproving glare, knowing that he'd have to clean it up himself before someone slipped over and got covered in small slashes. That, for most of the people in the lobby, would have been a mild inconvenience that would've healed within the minute. He paid little attention to her shout, nor to her eyes which were now shifting in colour, but instead focused solely on the cut which was still as open as it had been when it happened.

His mother had mentioned something about her being Fae, he recalled, so he was curious as to why she wasn't healing so well. It was only a small laceration, after all. Deciding not to pick it out, he instead reached for her wrist and pulled her along gently towards the sink, where he ran the cold tap and placed her finger under the flow of water, whether she protested or not. Even if the water didn't work either, it was always good to wash the cut. He looked down at her, his brows lowered into a frown though there was an evident sense of curiosity in his eyes. "It's only a small cut," he commented, turning back to turn off the tap after letting go of her wrist. Moving over slightly, he opened a drawer or two before coming across some plasters. He wiped some of the water off her finger, and wrapped a plaster around the cut as it was still bleeding, but not quite as much as it had been.

"You don't heal..." he said after a while. "Well, you should do, but... at human pace. That's strange," he continued, chewing on his bottom lip for a moment before asking, seemingly to no one but himself: "How is that?"

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Eida wasn't as surprised by Alec's outburst as she should have been, but then there may have been something about the situation that she had missed before. When her brother left, she was instead more worried about Alexis and her temper. The comment, it seemed, had been directed at her and while it concerned someone else entirely, it was obvious that it had struck a chord within her. As Alexis began slamming her fist into the desk, Eida started forward until she was stood right beside her as she turned. "I know, Alexis, and to be honest, I wouldn't blame you if you dragged him down by his over-grown hair, alright? But, you have to keep in mind, Alec doesn't cope well with pressure," she said, trying not to raise her voice for fear that Alexis was in a bad mood; she was only trying to calm the situation down a bit. "If he's confused, he gets upset, and he acts out. It's fucking childish, and he knows that, but that's how he is and how he's always been."

She turned around and sat down on a nearby amp, pinching the bridge of her nose for a second before continuing on. "We were getting on his case, and he reacted badly. That's all it was," she said, letting her hand fall into her lap. "I think they just need to spend some time alone together, maybe? I know for a fact that he would never say that to her face. He's not that guy."

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Alot of people had showed up after a while, Sunday have had her third Orange Soda, as Slade had informed her. She found that her new favorite thing. She never tasted anything so sweet and after a while she'd gotten used to the burning sensation she got from it.

Despite her happiness, she was feeling a bit overwhelmed. There was so many people, a few commented on her dress, her hair and a couple of boy said how pretty she was. It all made her a bit nervous, thankfully, Slade was there to help if it got too much and it didn't help that she was a bit hyper, Slade said it was all the sugar in the soda, and she's had three so far.

She made her way toward the kitchen for another bottle when Alexis burst through the door. "Hey, have you seen the dipshit, we gotta be back on stage in like 10 mintues." She said and Sunday assumed she was talking about Alec. "I'm sorry, I haven't" She told her, with a bottle in her hand. "Have you had one of these, Orange Soda, they are the best ever!" Sunday said with a smile and Alexis looked at her strangely at first but then chuckled some. "Yeaaa... I have, Look, Could you find him for me, I have to get back to the party, if something get's broke, my mom is gonna lose it." She said and then paused when Sunday's eyes went wide. "Not literally, she'll just yell at me, and frankly it's annoying as all hell." She said and Sunday blinked. "I will find him, Alexis, " she said with a nod and went off to find him.

She searched and searched until she found him outside, by himself.

"Alec!" Sunday chirped, when she found him. "There you are, Alexis was looking for you, in fact, she told find you. You're meant to be back on stage in 10 minutes, What are you doing out here, all by yourself?" She asked, all in one breath, she was becoming very hyper.

A dark portal opened up in front of the Hotel, and outsteppe Symone Iris. She took a deep breath, enjoying the smell of the fresh earth air around her.

"Oh I miss the smell of it." she said to her husband as she breathed it in. She took that in a moment before looking around. There were people milling in and out of the hotel, music thumping so loud that she could feel it in her chest. A party, That was Alexis, as much as the girl hated people, she loved parties, it made no sense but then, that was the definition of Alexis' entire existence.

It was then that her brother's presences hit her like a truck, so much so that she gasped, "I knew it." she said and followed the feeling, She moved through the throngs of people, most of them looking at her like she was crazy, after all she was dressed in a long black body hugging dress with a black raven feathered shawl draped over her shoulders. She looked like a demon queen, but she didn't care. She just wanted to see her brother.

"Holy Shit, Sym?" she heard Alexis call, through the crowd, she turned and smiled at her baby sister as she approached her. "Oh, Alexis, I missed you." she said, and meant it, she couldn't lie after all .She pulled Alexis into a hug, and Alexis, however breif, returned it. "Don't act like you're here to see me." She said and then pointed in the direction of their brother. Symone's eyes welled up.

"Si..." She breathed and dashed toward her brother, she stopped just in front of him, so she could get a good look at him. "I knew it, I knew I felt you....I just....all this time, I kept getting glimpse....phantom feelings...." she said, though the music was loud, she was close enough that he could hear her clearly. She smiled through her tears and touched his face. "Hello Beautiful" she teased like she did when they were kids, being twins, she always teased him, that he looked like her and not the other way around, despite being younger, and there for that's why he was attractive. She pulled him into a hug. She could only imagine how many times he'd been embraced like this.

"I'm sorry, Sunday," He said, looking down at her, she could feel his gaze, though her eyes were closed. "I shouldn't have been so cruel... It's just... hearing you talk about someone else like that, it just rubbed me the wrong way." He said and and Sunday looked up at him, hopeful. He was jealous, he did care and he wanted to be important to her. She hid her smile, though, it didn't last, as her lips parted as his hands trailed up her back, between her shoulder blades. Her knees were weak and it took all she had not to stand. "I'll never let it happen again." He said and she could only nod, with a soft smile. Her eyes falling to his lips as he spoke.

"I just want you to know... You can come to me for support any time. I'll always be here to listen," He said and she nodded again. Her mind wandering to what it would be like to reach up and kiss him.

She snapped out of it, and took his offered hand and followed him with a bashful smile. She saw Slade and looked away with a blush, but it faded when she saw the Morrigan and her consort, Alec's mother and father. Her heart raced but they moved past them, no one saying a word to the other.

Once inside, she leaned on her head on his shoulder.

"Dude, there you are, We should have been back on stage, and Your mom and dad are...." Alexis paused seeing the two of them and laughed. "Nevermind." she said and was off. Sunday looked at him and blushed.

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Alec really didn't mind that Sunday had placed her head on his shoulder. To him, it was merely a sign which suggested she was comfortable being so close to him, even after his entire Fae-like burst of emotions. He found himself being quite appreciative of her forgiving nature, but it worried him a little. While he no longer felt he had to keep his Fae nature under lock and key, he couldn't help but feel concerned that others would take advantage of her willingness to forgive and trust. It made her vulnerable, and he didn't like to think about the sort of people who'd target her for that. He'd have to make sure nothing like that ever happened. He owed her as much.

Alec was dragged out of this train of thought when Alexis' voice became audible to him. She appeared from somewhere in the crowd, seemingly out of the blue, and complained about some kind of performance they were supposed to be doing. It had completely skipped his mind truth be told, but before he could open his mouth to respond, she had already caught herself on all the... touching. He found himself blushing wildly as she turned and left, and the fact that Sunday was staring at him didn't help him in the slightest.

Remaining wordless for what felt like the longest time ever, his cheeks had a chance to cool down some before he finally looked down at Sunday. "Well," he started, pausing briefly. "That just happened."

Deciding it would be better for his mood if he didn't pursue Alexis, Alec returned his attention to Sunday. At that moment, spending some nice time with the girl was at the top of his priority list, and since Alexis seemed to be willing to compromise on performances as such, he didn't see why that couldn't happen. Smiling down at her, he shifted his arm so that it was dragged over her shoulder. In doing so, he pulled her a little closer. He didn't feel awkward about it any more, at least while the teasing members of his family weren't around, but he kept reminding himself of what this actually was: the beginnings of a strong friendship, with some very confusing romantic feelings involved.

"I'm going to get some drinks," he said. "My gut is telling me that you don't really need more Orange Soda; you're already on a sugar high," he joked, leaning in a little closer to jokingly whisper: "Although, I won't tell anyone if you don't." Still with his arm draped over her shoulder, he led her towards the kitchen.

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Alexander didn't have it in him to be offended by Erieda's reaction to his state of being. That was the one thing about physical pain, he figured: it distracted him from whatever had been going on, and how hard he was finding it to look Erieda in the eye after all that had been said and done that same day.

When asked if he'd been drinking, his initial eaction was to scoff at her inability to focus on the basic facts of the encounter. He was numb all over, except for the migraine that pounded against his skull, he was disoriented and unable to focus, and most obviously, he reeked of whatever alcoholic beverage that had been hidden in Scavenger's bag. While his knowledge on such substances was limited at best, the one thing he knew for certain was that it was strong enough to have such an effect on him.

Looking at Erieda, he was half-tempted to make some sort of comment, along the lines of, 'is it really that obvious?', but the words hitched in his throat before he'd even parted his lips. Erieda's hand was moving towards him, and when it made contact with his head, he shuddered, unable to move. His eyes found her face, but they seemed to be unable to focus, and it was in that moment that he realised how blurry his vision actually was, when compared to the heightened sight he gained from being a Supernatural being.

There seemed to be a long moment of silence - though it may have only existed in his own head - before Erieda persisted with another question about his intentions at that time. It was understandable; as far as she knew, he might've just been drunkenly wandering round the forest. It only worked to remind him of how little she knew about the War, especially with his part to play in it.

Gesturing around himself, he mumbled something painfully incoherent for a second or two, before coming to a conclusion. "I have business in the area," he finally said, his words coming out much slower than he'd intended them to be, and there was something in his tone of voice that suggested he didn't even know why he was there. He seemed to have forgotten, much to his apparent confusion. "I did not wish to disturb the party, you see," he continued, before suddenly dropping his voice to an urgent-sounding whisper, "so, I'm hiding." Lifting a finger to his lips, he released a 'shh', then shortly afterwards let his limbs drop to the ground, going limp by his sides.

It was then that Kellin appeared through the trees, slowing his run into a jog, and then he slowed to a stop. He was flanked by a she-wolf, who hung back a little bit as Kellin drew closer to Erieda and Alex. His eyes flickered from Alex to Erieda, then back to Alex in the space of a couple of seconds, as if he didn't want to say something he wasn't supposed to around his grandmother. "She has arrived, Sir," he finally said, giving a small bow as a sign of respect to the General, much as he hated to do it.

Alex seemed more stunned by the fact that he'd been found, as opposed to the fact that the plan was going into motion so soon into the night. "Oh, no," he gasped, sounding almost dejected, as if he'd made such an effort for nothing at all. Of course, everybody but him knew he hadn't actually been trying to hide out at all. "I've been discovered." Struggling a little bit, he managed to push himself onto his feet. One arm was pressed into the tree to keep himself steady on his feet, whilst the other suddenly shot outwards. "But no matter! Let us make haste, to the party!" he yelled. He seemed confident, suddenly, but the unexpected weight of his arm extending outwards made him lose his balance, and he fell forward. He didn't get back up again.

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If there was one thing that Syrid could not resist, it was a good party. What made this gathering particularly special was that it included a large number of her family, which meant things were going to get very interested, very fast. Not only that, but the party was being thrown by Alexis, and Syrid had been growing increasingly more impatient with her affections for the girl. Tonight she would finally approach Alexis, and made the move she'd been waiting to make for years.

A smile slid across her lips as she eyed the door, which - aside from the countless teenagers - was the only thing standing between herself and her desired. Any other person might have felt nervous in her position, but as it was she felt more at peace than anything else. In all the world, she never felt as alive as she did when she watched Alexis. She could only imagine what it might be like being close with her. The thought on its own sent an excited shiver up her spine.

Making her way past three rather familiar faces (which she recognised as members of her own family - her niece and nephew), Syrid entered the party and instantly blended with the crowd, despite the fact that she looked some many yeas older than the people around her. Several of them tried stopping her to talk, but she ignored their advances and continued moving. She was determined and her focus could not be so easily shifted. Her goal was as clear as ever in that moment.

As she spotted the all too familiar teen, Syrid's eyes seemed to light up in the most brilliant way, though she supressed that the expression and replaced it with one mild confusion. Lifting a hand, she brushed it over Alexis' arm in a gentle tap, before she spoke. "Excuse me," she said, her voice unnaturally clear over the any voices and sounds around her. "I'm, uh, a little lost," she continued, sounding almost sheepish, as if the situation in itself was all too embarrassing for her. "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind directing me towards the kitch-... Woah, hey, aren't you the girl who was just performing?" While her tone of voice suggested she was in awe of Alexis, there was a mischievous quality to her eyes that she herself had not noticed, and henceforth had not been able to fully disguise.

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"Well," Alec said, "That just happened." He said and Sunday could only smile. Her cheeks were beginning to ache from smiling so much.

It was then that Alec's arm rose to her shoulder and Sunday's face flushed, as he smiled down at her. It took all she had to stay conscious, it probably helped that she had so much sugar.

"I'm going to get some drinks," he told her. "My gut is telling me that you don't really need more Orange Soda; you're already on a sugar high," He said and Sunday looked away bashfully. She loved Orange Soda so much though. He then leaned closer and whispered to her. "Although, I won't tell anyone if you don't." Her heart raced at that. She'd get to have Alec and Orange Soda. She didn't know how she got so lucky, but she was never going to leave this place. Her mother couldn't hurt her, and Slade said he would protect her, so she wasn't all that worried about the General either. It was at the moment, she'd abandoned her mission and decided to do what makes her happy. Going into the kitchen, with Alec, she found the fridge and opened it up. "It is my favorite thing ever," She said giggling as she reached in and grabbed another bottle. "Would you like one? Do you like Orange Soda?".

Alexis couldn't help but find all of that funny. She told his stupid ass he liked her, but does anyone ever listen to her. Of course not.
Alexis decided they preformed enough for today, and if she got the urge, she could just unmute his part from the track and go at it herself, right now, though, she was just as happy to play DJ. On her way to mix the music, someone brushes against her arm, causing her to whip around, prepared to deck them for it. Alexis did not like being touched.
e. "Excuse me," The woman said, how looked out of place, here, even though her older sister looked about the same. Alexis didn't invite this woman, Alec didn't even invite anyone, and she couldn't imagine her being in Eida's circle of friends, so who was this chick? "I'm, uh, a little lost," she said sheepishly, Alexis just frowned. "If it's not too much trouble, would you mind directing me towards the kitch-... Woah, hey, aren't you the girl who was just performing?"
Alexis arched a single brow. "Yea, I was, the Kitchen is that way, Who are you? I didn't invite you." She said skeptically, she didn't care how pretty she was, she didn't know her.

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Syrid wasn't quite sure what to make of Alexis' reaction to her question, or her presence as a whole. But, as per usual, Syrid found herself taking a rather passive attitude towards Alexis' cold interactions. Such was her nature, despite the fact that certain urges were scratching away at her mind, making it all the more difficult to keep her composure. She kept the smile upon her lips, though it was decidedly more faint than it had been previously. Several different responses flickered through her mind, like pages of a book, before she saw her own hand reaching forward and slamming it closed. No bullshit. She won't like that.

"I'm going to be honest with you," she said, whilst thinking: For the most part... Her hands found their way into her own back pockets. She didn't move any closer, but then again she really didn't need to. Most of the people around her were either too distracted by their own actions to care, Supernatural, or way too drunk to even be paying attention, so for a moment she threw out every single rule she'd ever heard about speaking openly in front of mortals. Because, in truth, she cared more about not pissing Alexis off, which hadn't been working out so well for her so far. "No, I wasn't invited, but I'm betting half the people walking around here weren't either. I can point some out to you from this spot," she said, giving a quick glance to a few people who just didn't seem to... fit. Much like herself, but more shady. She didn't look for long enough to realise that it wasn't because they were too old, or they had a different style. They were out of place in a completely different way. "They just weren't bold enough to approach."

On any other day, in any other situation, she would be more curious about these few individuals, who were stood completely still while the entire crowd around them was moving. But, at that time, she was too distracted by Alexis to care.

"I mean, if you don't like me being here, I'll leave," she said, as if it really didn't bother her in the slightest, though on the inside she found herself hoping she wouldn't be kicked out of Alexis' home on their very first meeting. That first impression, she imagined, would last for a very long time. "I just didn't realise I was going after the host," she continued, not wanting to chuckle for fear that her statement would not be well-received. Getting close to Alexis would be much more difficult than she'd thought. "Just say the word, and I'm gone."

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When Sunday spoke about Orange Soda, like it was the best thing she'd come across in her entire life, Alec couldn't help but laugh quietly to himself. She was, without a doubt, the most adorable person he'd met so far in his life. Up until he'd met Sunday, Eida had always been at the very top of that list. But, with Sunday's cute yet incredibly amusing views on practically every aspect of human life, he could see Eida quickly losing her place. His eyes skimmed over her, and he gave her a lingering smile as she offered him an Orange Soda, and asked his own opinions on it. "It's alright," he replied, shrugging his shoulders ever so lightly, "but I've never had much of a sweet tooth," he admitted, running a hand through his fringe. He moved towards the fridge then, pulling out a bottle of Diet Coke.

Alec then gestured towards a couple of empty seats on the other side of the room for Sunday to sit, where they wouldn't have to talk loudly for fear that others would drown them out with their incoherent, drunken babble. He, however, was making his way over to a cupboard in the corner of the room, kept away from greedy hands by a pad lock, which worked for the most part, especially in a house full of pissed mortals. He pulled out a few thin sticks, which - after re-locking the cupboard - he presented to Sunday, warily. It was almost like he didn't trust that Sunday wouldn't bounce off the walls after consuming them.

"I really shouldn't be giving these to you, but... I'm kinda curious, so here," he said, ripping the top off of one of the sticks, and holding it out to her. "They're called Sherbet Sticks," he informed her, "you just tip it in your mouth, like this." He demonstrated with one of the packets he still held in his hand, without opening it first. Like he said, he didn't have much of a sweet tooth.

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Kellin made no move to prevent Alexander from falling as he did. But, his inaction matter little anyway, as Erieda was the first to move to his aid. Kellin hadn't so much as flinched; he only shook his head at the inappropriate behaviour his General had displayed, his hand hovering warily over the blade tucked away in his belt, as it had been from the very first moment he'd approached the two of them. He didn't know where he stood with Erieda at the best of times. On one hand, they got along well enough considering he wasn't very likeable and she had the tendency to appear bossy (which he hated). He hadn't tried to rip her throat out at any point - not that he stood any chance of that in the first place - so she must have been doing something right.

However, as she looked up at him and issued out commands like she had any authority over him, he found himself becoming increasingly more angry. He hadn't shifted a single inch, up until the point where Erieda turned to insult Scavenger. The she-wolf stood as tall as him, at around 6ft, dark-pelted and sinister. Her black fur allowed her to blend in with the surroundings, but her amber eyes stood out above everything else. Kellin also turned, but where Erieda held anger and disgust in her eyes, Kellin's entire being suggested an uncharacteristic obedience towards the Remei Lieutenant. Again, as much as he hated the prospect of even being dragged into this ridiculous war, he still had a role to play just like everyone else, and he could only keep his place if he behaved.

Scavenger hadn't moved for the longest time, before her piercing optics turned from Erieda to Kellin. She gave a nod, and Kellin moved to assist Erieda, while Scavenger turned and made her way through the forest, her movements slow. Kellin walked forward and scooped Alex up in his arms, following after Erieda finally. The General gave a groan, but made no movements or other sounds. "Before you go making any assumptions," he said when he knew for certain that they were alone, "I know what Scavenger did. I don't know why she did it; I don't think anyone does," he continued, his voice holding a quality even he did not recognise as being common in his own tone. "They had to lock me in solitary confinement for a week or so before I calmed down enough for Alex to explain the situation, as vague as his explanation might have been." He exhaled slowly, before continuing. "I don't know how much you know about all of this, but... just be careful. The dude who hired us, the Remei... He's not messing around. He's got something big going on, y'know."

The only way he could justify even speaking to Erieda was by telling himself that, regardless of everything, he respected her. That much could not be denied.

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Slade understood why Alec might have felt the way he did, though he could not relate. He could only imagine being in Alec's shoes; if Erieda had sent him off to live with another family member when they were going through some hard times, he'd be pretty pissed, but he wouldn't hold a grudge forever. Eida, on the other hand, was much less like him and Alec. She enjoyed living in the human realm. To her, it seemed that the prospect of an 'ordinary' life was even more exciting than some day ruling over a realm, or at least part of one - in his sister's case. The two siblings were as different as day and night. But, just like Sym and Slade had, they always looked out for each other.

When Symone asked him if Alec was happy, Slade hesitated for a long time, before shrugging. There was no way he could give a proper answer to that question. He'd only been around the better half of a day, and even though he'd been observing everyone from a distance, his limits stretched to members of the Remei as opposed to his own family. So, as much as he might've wanted to tell her that Alec was happy and well, he could not take the risk that his words weren't true.

"Alec is a complicated kid," Slade started, trying to be as vague as possible to avoid giving her false hope. The one thing he knew for sure, however, was exactly what he said next. "I think Sunday is going to be good for him; a good influence in his life. She cares about him, and he's willing to protect her. Despite being so different, they actually fit quite well together." Walking closer, he placed a hand on his sister's shoulder, and smiled at her. "But, hey, look on the bright side!" he chirped. "At least your children haven't devoted their entire lives to the Remei, like mine did." Though there was humour in his comment, everything he said was true. "Despite everything, they didn't turn out as bad as they could have."

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It's alright," Alec replied, shrugging, "but I've never had much of a sweet tooth," He said and offered Sunday a seat, which she happily took. She sat down and her knees touched, yet her feet apart. Alec then went to a cubboard and grabbed something very colorful out. Sunday cocked her head, smiling at the colors.

"I really shouldn't be giving these to you, but... I'm kinda curious, so here," He said and ripped the top off of the sticks. "They're called Sherbet Sticks," he told her. "you just tip it in your mouth, like this." He instructed and Sunday looked down at her straw and did as he instructed. As soon as it hit her tongue, Sunday shut her eyes, and shook her head.

"Mmm! It is sour, Alec! Why did you not tell me?" she gasped, but was laughing after she swallowed the contains but then she went in for the rest. She didn't know there were so many sweet things to eat. All of the food she ever eat was usually kicking and screaming, and it wasn't sweet at all. "But it is delicious, I love it!" She said and set down the empty straw. "Can I have another?" She asked, with wide eyes, standing and taking his hands. She could already feel the effects of the excess sugar. "Oh please can I have another, Alec?! Please please?" She asked, before he had time to answer the first time.

Alexis narrowed her eyes at the woman. "I'm going to be honest with you," she said, " That would be a good idea...." Alexis said with her usual snark. She was automatically untrusting, a trait she was sure she picked up from her father, that and quick to fight. This woman, needed to speak and quickly, before she lost a few teeth while she wait. "No, I wasn't invited, but I'm betting half the people walking around here weren't either. I can point some out to you from this spot," she said, and Alexis knew that, sort of, she knew that their were party crashers but she was in a band, so the more the merrier, but looking at them now. She noticed that they didn't feel right. There was a storm brewing, like right before a fight. "They just weren't bold enough to approach." She said and Alexis turned her gaze back to her.

"I mean, if you don't like me being here, I'll leave," She said and Alexis crossed her arms. Now it wouldn't be fair if she kicked this woman out so she didn't bother with it, however, she wasn't sure what to make of her. She had agenda, Alexis could almost smell it. About what, that she didn't know. "I just didn't realise I was going after the host," she continued, and Alexis jerked her head back. "Just say the word, and I'm gone." She said and Alexis frowned.
"What'd you mean 'Going After', I'm not really one to fuck with, I have a nasty temper...ask around." she warned, Alexis' guard way up now that those other crashers caught her attention. "Well?"

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"What'd you mean 'going after', I'm not really one to fuck with, I have a nasty temper... ask around," Alexis replied, and Syrid released a quiet laugh, seemingly to no one but herself. That was not new information to Syrid, quite obviously, but she didn't suggest that; her expression and general demeanour, however, indicated that she could probably have assumed as much, though this drifted pretty quickly and was replaced with a subtle smirk. "Well?" Alexis persisted, and it was only in that moment that Syrid realised she hadn't yet responded to the previous question/remark. Shrugging slightly, she cast a quick glance around the area, before her light eyes flickered back to settle on Alexis' face. "A girl's gotta eat," she said, her eyes glinting with an undeniable sense of both amusement and mischief.

The reply was vague for two reasons; the first being that it might've looked suspicious for Syrid to talk openly about her species and the supernatural without first 'discovering' that Alexis belonged in that world, and the second was that she wanted to make the comment appear as mortal-like as was possible just in case. "Totally my mistake, though," she continued, lifting her arms half in the air as if suggesting that she was going to back off. "Just thought you were pretty hot is all. Didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

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Alec released a small laugh as Sunday tipped the contents of the Sherbet Stick onto her tongue, and it only became heavier as she squinted her eyes shut and shook her head, as if the motion in itself would rid the taste from her tongue. Clutching the other sticks in his hand, he pressed a hand to his stomach. "Mmm! It is sour, Alec! Why did you not tell me?" Sunday exclaimed, and Alec could only respond by shrugging his shoulders in the middle of his laugh, which was now fading; although the amused expression could not be so easily removed. It was another moment before he assumed Sunday realised there was a sweet taste, once you got past the sourness, and she seemed eager for more. Instinctively, he moved the other sticks behind his back, and held them there. She moved closer and asked for more, with such eagerness that Alec was forced to back off of his chair. His free hand was extended outwards slightly, in case Sunday decided to make a mad dash for them, whilst his other arm remained behind his back.

"Nuh-uh," he replied, still clearly amused by the situation, "I think you're done with sugar for tonight." Dropping the Sherbet Sticks onto the counter to his right, he moved quick enough that even on a sugar high she might not have been expecting what came next. Lowering his torso, he pressed his shoulder into her stomach while his arms extended outwards to grab a hold on her legs. Once he was correctly positioned, he pushed his body upwards, the movement of which would successfully sling her body over his shoulder. "You can have some more later, when you've recovered a bit from all the Orange Soda you consumed earlier," he continued as he made his way through the small crowd forming in the kitchen, which parted for him without much objection. Some chuckles erupted from around him, but he paid them no mind. His actions were his own business, after all.

Without listening much to Sunday's objections, if there even were any, he made his way through the party, passing by Alexis and another woman who he didn't quite know on the way, until he reached the stairs. Finding his own room was pretty easy, but he was half expecting people to have been in there. Much to his general content, it was empty. He shrugged Sunday off his shoulder, positioning himself near the bed so that she'd fall onto it, before he made his way over to the door and shut it; he turned the lock. Giving Sunday a warning glance, he made his way over to the bed and sat on the very edge, his back turned to her. "I figured you'd be easier to handle in an enclosed space," he said after a moment, gesturing with one arm to the limited space his bedroom provided. "Make yourself at home," he continued, allowing himself to slump back into the bed, one arm draped over his eyes.

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Kellin wasn't quite sure how to react when Erieda reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder. Part of him wanted to enjoy the comfort that she brought, but another part was giving him a hard time for being so close to a potential rival. To Anonymous, it didn't matter that Erieda was Kellin's own grandmother, or the General's wife. Rivals were rivals; a complication on the path to their goals. Though, while he didn't offer Erieda a smile, he didn't shrug his shoulder away from her hand. That was something, at least.

"Thank you, Kellin," she said after a moment, and he found himself absentmindedly nodding along with her words, as if the situation in its entirety wasn't unusual for him. "For what it's worth, I am glad to see you, I see your cousins everyday, it would be nice to see you just the same." Kellin gave a shrug, but he did not respond aloud; his eyes, however, were hard as they settled on Erieda. My cousins are weak, he thought, at least when compared with himself. He had training and a decent position within their grandfather's army to prove that he was superior, where they'd rather have been scribbling notes taken straight from a teacher's mouth.

Kellin's lips pinched together as he felt Erieda's fingers giving his shoulder a squeeze, however gentle, and his only real response was to turn his head away, seemingly focusing on the route they were following. "Come, this way. We can avoid the party and your father, if we used this short cut," Erieda continued, leading the way to what he had previously thought was just an ordinary true, but what turned out to be a boom tube of sorts. "Awesome," he commented, though he did not receive a response, and so he moved towards the tree. He ended up in a bedroom, which belonged to Erieda and Alex. It was dark, but his Vampire senses allowed him to see well enough.

Upon direction, Kellin moved and allowed Alex's limp body to fall onto the bed at first, before he reached over and positioned him correctly. There was a small blanket folded on top of a thicker one, and he pulled it out from beneath Alex's legs to drape it over his body. The action resulted in a series of incoherent mumbles from the 'unconscious' man, and it took everything within his power not to laugh.

When he was finished, he turned to Erieda, who was looking at him with a gentleness to her gaze, which he had come to learn - in the past - was reserved mainly for her own blood. "I know you can't tell me everything, anything really, and you've devoted yourself to whatever cause the Remei have, so I know I can't change your mind, but just know that, you are welcome here, you have a family here, that no matter what, will love you, flaws and all," Erieda continued on, and Kellin couldn't hold eye contact with her for very long before he had to avert his stare to the floor. A large part of him was incredibly guilty for joining the Remei, but in truth he'd had no idea they would be involved in such monstrous affairs. Good as the end result would have been for the division of the Realms and such, the way the Remei were intending to reach their goals made him think that his choice to join hadn't been worth it after all. "You are more Fae then you are anything else...but I'm sure you know that."

It took him a moment or two, but Kellin finally looked up. "I do know that," he replied, his back straightening, "and I am proud to be Fae. I am proud, in many ways, to be your grandson. But... ever since I'd learned of their existence, I'd always wanted to join the Remei. I wanted to prove myself, and impress Alexander." He took a small pause, as if choosing his words very carefully. "I realised quite early on that I'd made a mistake in getting involved, but the sigil had already been placed. I'd already learned too much to back out. Stupid as I was, it's what I have to live with now." He thought about reaching out to touch her shoulder, like she'd done for him, but he decided against it and actually found himself taking a small step back. He appeared more tense and nervous than he had done before in the previous three years. This was a side very few people got to see, but it seemed to come out naturally as he was confessing what little information he could to Erieda. "I do not agree with Remei methods, and... while I will remain loyal to Alexander, I just want to apologise in advance for anything that I have to do. Were it my choice, I'd never hurt my own family, but..." he stopped suddenly, as if he couldn't find the words to explain.

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Slade watched Symone carefully as she walked away from him, but he had been too oblivious to notice how discoloured she'd become. It was then that a clone version of Symone, which he was all too familiar with, appeared and pointed towards the original's back. "They weren't given the same choice I was..." she seemed to admit, and Slade could only nod in response. Of course, he'd already known. He knew more about the Remei and Alexander's 'devoted' followers than most people would've thought. But, even if he hadn't already been aware of his sister's participation in Remei affairs, he wouldn't have been too surprised. As of yet, they hadn't revealed themselves to be particularly sinister. And Symone had always been closer to their father than he had; it made sense if she wanted to stick with him, but in doing so she'd turned her back on Erieda, in a way. For that, Slade felt himself frowning, but he did not comment.

"You aren't...disappointed, are you?" Symone continued, seemingly worried by his reaction, which caused the frown to disappear from his features almost instantly. He didn't want their relationship to be torn apart by something as ridiculous as a preference for one parent over the other. They were better than that. "It seemed like a good idea at the time....I didn't know cost..." she continued, and his body moved too quickly for his thoughts to catch up. He caught her in another hug, his arms refusing to move from around her neck. "I don't blame you for making the decision to join the Remei, honestly," Slade replied, loosening his hold only slightly so that he didn't have to worry about choking her. "And neither do your children. I can tell you that for a fact." He gave her a brief smile. "I just hope you realise that we're on different sides now, and we may end up clashing more often than not. But, whatever happens, I love you, Sym."

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Alexis narrowed her eyes at the woman. It wouldn't be the first time she was hit on, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, however, her interest in this woman was limited.

"Whatever, Just don't break anything." she said and walked off, with the thought that she was going to get back on stage, but she felt a overwhelming sense of death all of a sudden.

She gripped her chest. "Someone is dying...." she said and looked around. Nothing she couldn't see anyone in any immediate danger but something was very wrong.
She hopped on stage and grabbed the mic.

"Alright, Party's over, get the fuck out of my house!" she said and everyone looked confused. Alexis was far from patient on a good day, today was not a good day. "Did I fucking stutter? Get the fuck out!" she screamed and everyone milled out of the hotel grumbling their discontent.

Alexis could feel the nether energies building within her, she knew that the closer she was to the person dying the worse it would become. So she followed it all the way to Alec and Sunday.

Alec was carrying Sunday in his arms, the girl was covered in blood, claw marks up and down her legs, and Alexis could only assume that there were more under Alec's jacket.

"Just tell me where to go...." She said darkly, her skin already began to glow red.[

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"A...Al...Alec..." was all Alec heard as he strode out of the portal. Had he been stronger by any degree, he might've been able to urge the dying girl not to speak, but as it was he couldn't even stomach a glance down at her broken body. She was light as a feather in his arms, but they were trembling nonetheless, and he walked at a brisk pace so as not to risk dropping her. He hadn't even given his father a second look as he passed; now was not the time for that. As Sunday reached up to grip his shoulder, he dragged his eyes downward to look her in the eyes, focusing them there so as not to catch sight of any wounds, though there were already plenty in his vision. "I-I am... so-sorry," she continued, and the words formed a lump in his throat. She shouldn't have been the one apologising. He'd let her down when he said he wouldn't. It was one of the very few times he ever failed to keep his word. "I... never... meant... t-to h-hurt you... I have... loved-- l-loved... you... from... the first time... I s-saw you... I never meant..." And then she fell out of consciousness, and Alec began running, closer and closer to the hotel until he noticed the flood of people exiting, soon followed by Alexis. He slowed to a stop, and looked at her with eyes close to shedding tears.

"Just tell me where to go..." Alexis said, and Alec shook his head, before speaking with an urgent tone. "Now isn't the time for revenge," he pleaded, now moving once more towards the hotel, trying hard not to break into a sprint. His arms were still trembling, even more violently than before. "She's not fucking healing," he continued, almost choking on the words as he entered the hotel. "I need you to find Erieda, and I'll take her up to my room." And with that, he was up the stairs, moving down the corridor swiftly, until he found his bedroom which - surprisingly - had been left untouched by the attendees of the party. He set Sunday down on the bed, so that she was facing upwards, and evenly placed so that she wouldn't have any limbs curled underneath herself. He didn't know what else to do in that situation; she was dying, showing no signs of healing. Alec had never had to take care of someone before, especially not one in such a bad way. So he stood there, silent and unmoving, with an expression one could only describe as a mixture of stunned and horrified, half-leaning over her.

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"Now isn't the time for revenge," Alec said, with more of his wits then Alexis expected. She was of the mindset that everyone invovled needed to die, and she thought she'd have Alec on her heels trying to beat her to it, but no. All he was was, was an unholy blend of terror and greif, with a touch of guilt. He was trembling too. That didn't help Alexis' mood at all. As much as she picked on him, teased him, fought him. Alec was her best friend, even if she never admitted it. While Slade was her brother and basically her father, Alec had been a confidante of sorts, someone she could, if she wanted, talk to. When they were kids, he would play along with whatever games she'd formulated in her head. Fought imaginary monsters, sailed pretend seas, they were more like siblings then aunt and nephew, and as they got older, when she bitched about this girl, that boy, he was there, when she decided she wanted to use her Fae inheirted gift of song to her advantage, he joined her band, even if it was only a band of two. To see Alec like this, just made Alexis' nether energies gather even more quickly., not to mention that Sunday was dying in his arms. Alexis could feel it, like something creeping up behind her and looming there, making her fear to turn.

Alexis didn't do well with fear, it just made her angry.

"She's not fucking healing," Ale choked and Alexis looked at the girl in his arms. She wasn't healing, her mother said the girl was Fae so why wasn't she healing? Alexis, with all of her oddness, still healed.

"I need you to find Erieda, and I'll take her up to my room." Alec said and she nodded. It was a good thing he had his wits about him, Alexis would have been about as useful as a lone loaded gun, lots of power, violent and dangerous, but no one to shoot.

With that, Alexis turned, involuntarily going to all fours, and the marks on her skin shimmering brightly as she darted out of the room with an unnatural speed. She barreled down the hall way, and toward her mother's room where she burst through the door.

Her mother looked up, she had been leaning on her arm, resting her head, while sitting at a wooden desk beside the bed while her father slept, not peacefully by the looks of things. She didn't look so much as startled as she did curious. Nothing startled her mother, not even Alexis looking like some sort of glowing demon dog.

"Alexis?" It was a question, indicating that she'd been asleep. "Sunday is dying. Alec is with her." Alexis said, managing to reign it all in while her mother, hopped to her feet, gave a quick glance to her father as if she didn't quite want to leave him but deciding that he'll live and moved across the room with something that Alexis could only describe as a graceful haste. No matter what she did, what she wore, like now, dressed in a simple nearly sheer dress, clearly Faerie made, she moved with a grace. Alexis however was not so graceful, everything she did was loud and oafish, nothing like her mother or sister, Symone was graceful too but in a less regal more sensual way. Alexis didn't, couldn't compare.

The two of them made it to Alec's room, Erieda stepped in and gasped. Alexis looked shocked, her mother never gasp, she took everything in, let nothing phase her, she was untouchable...and yet, looking at Sunday's battered body, black hair falling across the bed clinging to her face with blood, even took the Fae Queen aback.

Wasting no time, She moved to the girl, regarding her wounds. "She's not healing....Alec, What happened?" She said, as she peeked under Alec's jacket, her face twitching with a grimace and Alexis just knew it was bad. Alexis awaited Alec's words, she herself not having been there, but then thought of something.

Where's Simon? Was he with her?

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Alec's eyes moved to the doorway and settled upon Erieda, who seemed to be taken aback by the sight of Sunday. He blinked, uncomprehending, as he had been too distracted to hear them approaching before they entered. Alec straightened his back so that he was no longer leaning forward, to allow Erieda more room to inspect Sunday's body, but he dared not take a single step away. Still staring at Erieda, he took notice of her lips moving, but no sound reached him. His heartbeat was loud in his own ears, and he was generally too dazed to register any of the questions being posed to him then. But, on some level, he had an idea of what she might've asked, and the words came out before he could think of a way to form them into sentences.

"Victoria..." he whispered, venom in his voice, "she took Sunday, gave her to the Incubi... We didn't... we couldn't react in time. It was too late," he continued, his gaze now shifting toward Sunday without focusing until he reached her face. "We went... after her. Slade and Symone took me there, but I didn't stick around. I had to get Sunday back." He reached for the girl's hand, and curled his fingers around it, being sure not to squeeze too hard. "That bitch must've done something... to prevent her from healing. She's Fae... She's supposed to be getting better, and now she's dying." His other fist curled into a ball, but it stayed firmly at his side.

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Erieda couldn't believe this girl wasn't healing, she carefully searched her body, claw marks and bruises, knife slices and broken bones. This girl was dying, right before her. She did not know how to heal her, not here and she wasn't sure she'd make it to Faerie, not if she had to move her, and teleporting would only make things worse.

"Victoria..." Alec spoke finally, making her blood run cold at the mere mention of her name. "she took Sunday, gave her to the Incubi... We didn't... we couldn't react in time. It was too late," He said, looking at Sunday, longingly, his gaze soft. "We went... after her. Slade and Symone took me there, but I didn't stick around. I had to get Sunday back." He said, slipping his hand under Sunday's soft, pale fingers, her nails chipped, some caked with blood and skin. She tried to fight them. Erieda, brushed her bangs from her face, revealing the girl's face. She was such a sweet looking child, it reminded her of Symone when she was young, sleeping in her bed, Erieda would watch them sometimes, Simon and Symone, as they slept, studying there sleeping faces, committing them to memory. She did the same with Alexis, to whom looked so delicate while she slept, Sunday reminded her of them. "That bitch must've done something... to prevent her from healing. She's Fae... She's supposed to be getting better, and now she's dying." Alec said, emotion thickening his voice. Erieda only nodded gazing down at the girl.

"Turn away a moment, Alec, I need to check her." she told him and waited for him to give them a moment's privacy before she gingerly, lifted Alec's coat, revealing pale skin, and checked Sunday's body, among the myrid of blood and old scars, there was a rune, scrawled on her shoulder blade. Erieda clicked her teeth. She never wanted to curse so bad in her life.

"Burn it all...." She hissed violently. "You were correct, there is a rune here, on her back, a Fae rune an old one, meant to make a fae mortal, but this was modified, so that she still had her other gifts, this blocks her Fae side, or atleast the magic." She informed him, before pulling the coat on to the girl again. "A...Alec...." Sunday cried, just over a whisper before she was unconscious again.

"M-mom....She's..." Alexis said still in the doorway. Ereida knew why she hung back, Alexis drew death like a magnet, the closer she got to someone that was dying, the faster the way and Sunday was already on the cusp.
Racking her brain, Ereida thought of the quickest way to get Sunday to heal. Fae magic was out of the question, the rune made it so, if she could heal her enough without it, then she could remove the rune, which would hurt like no one knew, but then she would be able to heal on her own.
then it struck her.

"I know, Darling, fetch Kellin, he should be close, he can save her."

Alexis wasted no time with affirmation, she took off down the stairs, careful not use her powers, the more she used them, the faster Sunday would die.

Once she was far enough away, she locked on to him, finding his location and teleporting there.

"Kellin, no time to explain." She said, grabbed his arm and teleporting him to the room.

Erieda looked up. "We need your help, she's dying, and you're the only one who can save her." She said quickly, knowing that if he was anything like his father, he would not like being snatched like she was sure Alexis had done.

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Alec's eyes moved over Erieda's face for a second after she'd told him to turn away, and it clicked in his mind what she meant. Letting his own hand slip away from hers, he turned his entire body around to give them a moment's privacy, his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes trained on the wall. He waited for a while, before Erieda spoke. "Burn it all..." Erieda cursed. "You were correct, there is a rune here, on her back, a Fae rune an old one, meant to make a fae mortal, but this was modified, so that she still had her other gifts, this blocks her Fae side, or atleast the magic." Alec listened to each word, and he felt himself tensing. His anger towards Victoria was growing more and more by the second, but he had no mind for revenge; his main priority was assisting in Sunday's recovery. If he lost her, he wouldn't know what to do with himself. He'd have failed her to the highest extent. He wouldn't let that happen.

As Sunday spoke, Alec turned on his heel so quickly that it took a second or two for his eyes to come into focus again, before they fixed themselves on the girl's face. She'd already gone unconscious by this point, and he let out a huff, his hand resting over hers once more. "I'm here," he said, his voice eerily quiet, as he heard Alexis' voice from the hallway. He knew Sunday wouldn't hear him, but the words were not so much as to comfort her but himself. He was more scared in that moment than he had been at any point in his life.

Even as Erieda called for Kellin, Alec didn't look up for fear that Sunday would drift back into consciousness. He wanted her to know he was there, to feel his hand on her own and know that she'd soon be well again. He didn't quite know what Kellin would be willingly able to do, but Erieda seemed to have a good idea and he trusted his grandmother enough not to question her. Not that he could form the words even if it was his utmost desire to object. He had an idea, though. Vampire blood could heal.

Before he knew what to do, Alexis was returning, with a disgruntled Kellin pulling sharply away from her grasp. "What the hell do you think you're doing? You can't go around kidnapping pe-" his words caught in his throat as he spotted the girl on the bed. Or, more like, smelled her. The amount of blood leaving her body was enough to send any inexperienced Vampire into utter chaos. "What twisted game are you trying to play here, Erieda?" he growled, his hand finding the set of drawers behind himself.

"It's not a game," Alec answered for her. "We need your help. She's dying, and we need some of your blood, or we can't help her," he continued, an urgent sense of panic in his voice. Kellin wasn't moved by the display of emotion; he rarely cared for such things when the person had done nothing to earn his care, attention or patience. With a snarl, he finally turned his head away from Sunday, and he started towards the door, but a massive force was soon pinning him to the wall. Alec was shorter than Kellin, but stronger by anyone's standards. Kellin gave another snarl, and tried to push back, but Alec's forearm was too strong a force against his chest. That didn't stop him.

"Let me go, Alec," Kellin spoke, his voice low and warning, but Alec was having none of it. If anything, he pushed down harder, causing a pained expression settle onto Kellin's features. Alec's eyes brightened to the point where they almost glowed, and darkness spread began to spread down his arms and across his body like spilt ink. "If you won't give your blood, I'll just take it from you," he spat, returning the warning with one of his own. Kellin turned his head away. "Why the fuck should I help you, anyway? I'm supposed to be fighting against you, not healing your allies for you. I could get into so much shit for this, and do you think Alex would stop that?" Alec shook his head slowly, before he snapped his head up and his eyes met with Kellin's. There was no other way to get him to help. It had to be said, regardless of the consequences. "Because she's your sister, you dumbass," he hissed, finally backing up to allow Kellin some room. Not that he moved anyway. He just stood there, motionless but evidently sceptical.

Alec paid no mind to the reactions around him, if there were any. His entire focus was drawn to Kellin as he spoke. "Victoria murdered Tanya, your mother, and took her form before anyone could find out. She slept with Slade, and nine months later, there's Sunday," he said, trying to speak quickly for the girl's sake but with enough care and sensitivity needed for Kellin to be able to cope and take it all in, which he seemed to do pretty quickly. But he didn't seem angry, as Alec thought he might be, only confused. Without a word, he moved towards the bed and used one hand to keep her mouth open while the other arm he brought to his mouth at the wrist; he took a bite, and quickly positioned the wound over Sunday's mouth, allowing the steady flow of blood to slide down her throat, before pulling away.

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Erieda listened as the two boys went on. Kellin was being difficult, but it wasn't until he mentioned Alex did she turn from Sunday, and her eyes cut daggers at him, she never struck her grand children, and she hardly struck her children as they grew, but at the moment, she could already feel her hand strike Kellin across the face, she didn't touch him. She hadn't time because Alec spoke, and said something that knocked the wind right out of her.

"Because she's your sister, you dumbass,"

The room went silent. That was it. That's why the girl reminded her so of someone, it was her own son. Her granddaughter. Looking back at the girl, how lay barely breathing on the bed, bleeding from places a girl should only bleed a twelve times out of the year. It was no wonder she could place the girls face, the rune blocked her Fae side, blocking what connected Erieda to her.
Erieda turned to Alec, wide eyed.

Alexis, seemed to blush, but not for her. "Holy shit..." Erieda didn't reprimand her for her language, not this time, not when she agreed.
"Victoria murdered Tanya, your mother, and took her form before anyone could find out. She slept with Slade, and nine months later, there's Sunday," Alec said, looking at the girl again.

Rage bloomed in Erieda's chest. Her grand daughter was laying here, dying in her arms and she was helpless to stop it. Simon was still in the Fae Realm doing the gods only knew. Silently, Kellin moved across the room, face bare of emotion. He rose wrist to his lips, and bite down. Blood rushed and he allow the contents of his lips to drip into Sunday's mouth.

They waited, silently, with held breaths.

Sunday's fingers twitched, then nothing, for a long while nothing. Erieda was becoming impatient, but she kept still, Alexis was shifting from foot to foot then she stopped and at the same, Erieda noticed the more shallows cuts on Sunday's face begin to close.

"It's working."Alexis said softly, her nether marks dulling but still giving her a soft reddish glow, she still stood by the door, keeping her distant but not wanting to leave.

Erieda nodded, looking at the girl. She wanted to reach out, hold her, cradle her, apologize for not knowing, not keeping her safe, she was Simon's daughter, she could see it now, she looked nothing like her mother. She could see how Simon's sharp eyes rested in her large doll eyes, his more chiseled features smoothed out and rounded in hers and she was small, like he had been when he was young, small enough that he looked younger then he was, Sunday...who knows how old she was, 16-17 perhaps but she looked like a child, especially now.

a small pale hand reached up, shakily, she grabbed Kellin's wrist, hard, her eyes springing open, but looking nowhere, she began to drink, feverishly. The Vampire blood, boosting her power, but his was laced with Fae blood, and she was a Siren, and it was addictive. Her wounds began to heal much more quickly as she held him there. Erieda, knowing better then to let this continue too much longer, took Sunday by the arm, before Sunday began a vampire as well, a few more sips and she would.

"That's enough, Sunday." she said, firmly, but her voice was soft as she took Sunday's arm, and easied her back, gesturing for Kellin to move. Sunday gasped, loud, and hard, springing upright, clutching her chest. Blood reddening her lips. She looked around as if everyone in the room were complete strangers, all but one.

"Alec!" She cried, crawling over to him in a haste, and clinging to him like a wet leaf on a boot. Erieda stood and remembered what Sunday had told her.

"I loved him all my own, and I wanted him to love me all his own.... The girl hadn't known, she hadn't know she and Alec were family, cousins , first cousins at that and if she was told before, it hadn't registered yet.

Erieda had to tell her, but she wasn't sure she should just then, perhaps if Alec told her, then it would be easier to handle, or better yet, Simon. Where was he? His daughter was dying, he HAD a daughter, yet he wasn't here, that wasn't like him at all. Symone, yes, but she took after her father, not that she faulted her for her choice, Erieda hadn't minded at all, she didn't mind raised Alec and Eida, she loved them, they were good kids and she understood that the demon realm was no place for them, Simon, however would burn down his life tree before he left Sunday like this, purposely, so something was wrong.

What was this about then? Why was Alec allowed to walk out of the demon realm with Sunday, if Victoria was there....It came to her then.

This wasn't about Sunday, it was hardly about the twins, though they were important. This was about her. Chances are, this was a trap, an elaborate one. One that would get her to break the accords, but why wasn't she told yet. Victoria would want her to know that something was wrong, that the twins were in trouble, and she would have done what she had with Sunday, parade the torture in front of her, daring her to break the accords, and yet nothing. The Fae like pride in her said that the Twins were fine, whatever thing she had plan for her, they were fighting back, making it hard, winning but still. Simon wasn't here yet, and it was taking too long.

Erieda looked at Sunday.

"Sunday, Darling, do you remember me? she asked her, and the girl nodded, clinging to Alec's chest as if she could hide inside him. "You're the Queen..."
"That I am, Do you know where you are?" She asked, and Sunday looked around. It took her a moment before she finally nodded. "The Hotel, Parkwood.." She said and then her eyes went wide as if it all came flooding to her at once. She moved away from Alec, and sobbed into her hands. Erieda dropped to her knees, and pulled the girl into her chest. "You are safe now," she said, and it was true. Fae could not lie.

"Mister S....I mean...My Fa...." Sunday spoke but stopped herself, as if calling Simon her father would just reaffirm that her love for Alec was impossible. "We'll find him..." She said softly and looked at Kellin.

Erieda knew that the girl had enough vampire blood in her that and new wounds would heal. "Sunday, I'm going to do something, but it is going to hurt, but it'll break you free of your mother's curse." She said and Sunday looked up at her. "Please."

"Sleep, my little dove, sleep and dream about your love, ,you will not budge, you will not stir, until I wake you, as you were" She whispered, barely audible to the others., and Sunday seemed to try to fight it, pulling away, before stumbling backward against the bed, Erieda caught her and cradled her against her chest, the girl lollied against her, going completely limp in her arms.

Erieda, then, slide her hand under the coat, and pressed a cool hand on Sunday's shoulder blade and focused.

Erieda was capable of many things, despite how often she wouldn't speak of it. She worked for the things she learned how to do, and rarely used the gifts she was born with. Magic. She had it, she had alot of it, now that she was Queen, she knew spells, enchantments, incantations and the like, but she rarely used it, until now, She palms began to glow, a soft yellow, then it became brighter and brighter, hotter and hotter. Sunday's body shook as the skin burned off her back but she didn't stir, Erieda's spell came forced her to stay asleep.

Erieda closed her fingers around the crispy skin and peeled it off like sticker, while the skin began to heal. She removed her hand from the girl's back, and whispered softly in her ear. "Come awake, my little dove, all the pain, replaced with love." She whispered and Sunday began to stir. Erieda carried her to the bed, and lay her on it.

She looked at Kellin and Alec. "Look after her, the both of you, but keep your distance," She told them, she was sure the last thing she wanted was to be surrounded by men, even if it was Alec.

"She needs you both," she said, but her gaze told Kellin, that he was her brother, he had to look after her and Alec....well he was her world, despite how it had been pulled out from underneath.

"Alexis, Prepare yourself for battle, You're going to the demon realm." Alexis gave a wicked grin that made even Erieda uncomfortable, but she knew her daughter had a lot of pent up engery, and she needed to let it out, and Alexis was neither Fae nor Wraith, as far as anyone was concerned, so she would'nt be breaking the Accords. "I have to see a few people..." She said and was out the door and down the hall to her bedroom. She walked right up to Alex and with slap, she woke up, and sobered him all at once. Her eyes daring him to do anything but wake up.

"Sunday is Simon's daughter...Your Granddaughter." She said, and hoping it was as muh as a punch to the gut to him as it was to her, if it was, she's rectify that. "Victoria...had her raped...it nearly killed her, thankfully, she's survived but it wasn't the first time........Tell me you knew nothing of this....of her torturing of a young girl, blocking her fae half so that she couldn't heal?" Whether he was lucid enough to understand anythings she said, she didn't care, she wanted answers, now and if he gave her that Sigil excuse, she'll make him burn....

Alexis was excited. She was going to fight, in the demon realm, like her mother had.
She grew up hearing all the stories, all the battles her mother, father, brother and sister fought and just knew, that wouldn't be her, for all her weirdness, she thought she would have a frustratingly normal life, all power, and no play. But now, she could fight, she could let it all out and live the tales that her brother told her.

Bounding down the stairs and out the door, she rolled her shoulders, and took a deep breath, allowing the nether engeries to collect, pulling it from all around her, taking it from the dying leaves, but it was coming faster then she was prepared for, which meant that someone was around. She stopped, and looked around. She went to where she sensed a present and saw her brother in law, just standing there. She didn't know Dahvie well, he'd been around when she was young, but she knew more of him then she did personally. He was in the demon realm most of the time, so she didn't really have time to get to know him.

"Dahvie?" She asked, cocking her head the way her mother, sister and newly found niece does. "What are you doing out here? By yourself, Symone ain't here?" She aid and regretted it instantly. If anyone knew that it would be him. "Why didn't you go with her?"

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Kellin gave an annoyed grunt as Sunday's hand rose up to keep his wrist in place. Allowing another to drink from him was not something he'd ever welcomed the thought of, especially when the person feeding off of him could possibly have been his own sister. Still, while the urge to push her away was strong, he remained motionless. That was until Erieda stepped in and removed the girl to prevent her from drinking any more. He pulled his wrist up to his mouth once more and ran his tongue over the wound, allowing it to heal quicker, all the while taking steps backwards until he reached the other side of the room. He had nothing more to contribute to this situation. He'd done his part, or so he'd thought in that moment.

Alec couldn't breathe as Sunday spotted him and clambered forward. She collided with his chest, and his arms immediately wrapped around her. He nuzzled the top of her head, his eyes shut tight, and he kept a firm hold around her, like she'd just up and disappear if he let her go again. Even if he didn't quite know where to place himself with his feelings for her, he was convinced that his overwhelming relief was as a result of her being family, more than anything. Biological or not, Sunday had found a place into everyone's hearts, and therefore she was a part of the family before such was revealed to be literally true.

Erieda began speaking to Sunday, and Alec finally allowed his eyes to open, his protective instincts kicking in. In his mind, he'd only just gotten Sunday back after he thought she would die, and so even Erieda was registered as a threat. Not much else seemed to settle in his mind, until Sunday broke away from his grip and turned instead to their grandmother, causing him to frown deeply and take a few steps back. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans to stop them from curling into fists, and kept moving backwards until he reached the window. He was not needed. Erieda had her now.

"Look after her, the both of you, but keep your distance," Erieda said after a long while, and Alec looked up at her with eyes that lacked emotion; he looked a lot like his father then. He understood why he had to keep his distance, but that didn't make it any easier. He wanted to hold her in his arms again, not leave her be. He waited until she'd left the room before he started towards the bed, and he kneeled beside it, his hand finding Sunday's to hold it gently. Much that he knew he wasn't going to listen to Erieda's words on keeping his distance, he still understood that he had certain boundaries, which was the only thing stopping him from lying beside her.

Patiently, he waited for her to wake up, not saying a word to Kellin, who seemed to still be keeping his distance.

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During his time locked in the cage, despite having an entirely frazzled mind, Slade allowed himself a while to think about the recent revelations, the most prominent of which being that he had a daughter he never knew about. What made it worse was that he'd unknowingly allowed her to grow up in such a dark environment, with a mother who only sought to make her life hell. If only he'd found out sooner. He could've saved her a childhood of strict brutality and misery. The thought alone felt like a knife in his chest. But, despite that, he laughed. It was weak and hollow, yet sardonic. His own daughter had been used as bait to lure him to his possible demise.

But, of course. He expected nothing less of Victoria.

Slade was so wrapped up in his own train of thought, however faint, that he barely noticed anyone else entering the room until the all-too-familiar sound of metal on metal brought him to focus. He was much less Fae than his sister and, even though the raw iron had a devastating affect on both of them, he was able to shift his body slightly so that he could get a good view of the happenings around him. Through blurry eyes he saw several people engaging in what he could only describe as an amusingly short battle, before the winning side approached the cage and assisted him out of it.

Murmuring a 'thank you' to the people who'd helped him to his feet, he pushed away from them and stumbled towards Symone, who was questioning their rescuer's motives. Mimicking his twin's frown, he cast a quick glance at the woman and straightened his back. He said nothing for the time being. He doubted he would've had anything constructive to add either way.

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Dahvie had been stood outside of the hotel for a long, long time, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his coat. His eyes, which were devoid of all life, were trained without focus on his surroundings. He hadn't bothered to follow his wife simply because they had all seemed to preoccupied to invite him along, and he wasn't going to go where he wasn't wanted. And so, with a huff, he tensed his entire body against the cold and lifted his shoulders upwards as if in an attempt to cover his ears, which were red.

A lot of things were happening around him. For one thing, Alec had come through the portal holding Sunday in his arms, and shortly after the partygoers seemed to have vacated the area. No doubt the two occurrences were linked somehow. Dahvie lacked the general interest to question his son, not that Alec would've stopped to give him the time of day anyway. So he merely continued to stand there, quietly, out of the way. Soon there was just silence, the only thing audible to him being the distressed thoughts of those in the Hotel.

He could feel the heat flooding to his cheeks then, and part of him was tempted to enter the hotel, but any plans he had or might've had were disrupted when he heard Alexis' voice just behind him, causing him to turn around and look at her. "What are you doing out here? By yourself, Symone ain't here?" she asked, and Dahvie moved his lips as if he was forming the words to begin his sentence, before she asked another question. "Why didn't you go with her?" Dahvie gave a shrug, his eyes drifting sideways as if the idea of focusing on any one thing was lost on him entirely.

"She just took off," he said, deciding to be honest with his reply. He paused for a moment, exhaling slowly as he turned back to where the portal once opened. "You're going to find her, then," he stated, already knowing the answer.

It was then that Erieda arrived, and Dahvie lost interest in their discussion pretty quickly. He only refocused when the conversation turned to him once again; Alexis was asking him to accompany her, and he nodded. Had he been in any fit state of mind, he might've acted flattered to have been invited after being left in the dark by his own wife. As it was, he gave no real reaction, only a subtle gesture of agreement. He waited for her to lead the way. She seemed to know where she wanted to go, anyhow.

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Bertoldo had finished writing in his journal a long while ago, and had even spent a time pacing around his private quarters. He knew what he was waiting for - who he was waiting for - but the very act of admitting that to himself would have meant coming to the realisation that he was caught up on someone he'd only ever had one brief encounter with. That, as far as he could remember, hadn't happened a lot, if at all. He was a Vampire, and so he had certain cravings, but it was not so much intimacy that he desired; it was simply to be in her company.

Releasing a sigh, he lifted his hand to his forehead as if to soothe his mind and send the thoughts away. He probably just needed something to eat, and after his incredibly successful job of recruiting new bodies, he had no shortage of willing suppliers. All he had to do was step outside and look. He hadn't eaten in a few days; he'd been too busy to bother caring for himself.

As he started towards the door, there was a knock on the other side, and he didn't even see the point of asking what the sudden interruption was about. He caught the faint scent of Erieda's Fae smell lingering on his receptionist, even through the thick wood of the door. He'd forgotten how intoxicating it could be, and it only worked to strengthen the hunger burning in the back of his throat. As he opened the door, the receptionist explained that Erieda had arrived and asked to see him, and he couldn't find the smug little smirk that slipped across his lips then. "Bring her here, then," he said, stepping away from the door but leaving it open. The receptionist left, and a moment later returned with none other than the Fae Queen.

"Thank you," he murmured to the receptionist, who nodded and quickly left the room, shutting the door behind her. Bertoldo turned his attention to Erieda, who looked almost tense. A slight mixture of concern and curiosity caused his brows to lower only slightly, but he decided he would not point it out again unless she wanted to speak freely of what was obviously troubling her. "Erieda," he said as a form of greeting, his voice smoother than silk itself, "how may I be of assistance to you, my dear?"

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