Jason walked gloomily down the stairs, mad that everyone could eat whatever they wanted except for him. Blood was great and all, but you get tired of it. Especially when you can’t eat at the table with everyone else because of the mess it makes. So what if blood stains? So does red kool aid. “You got anything for me this time, or do I have to suffer through the sun?” he asked Jen.
Jen winced. "Sorry, Jason. I have nothing."
But then Natheniel came in and kissed her on the cheek as he passed by. He paused, looking at Jason. "You realize I'm a walking blood-bank, right?"
"Never thought I'd see the day you call yourself a meal." Sable muttered, walking in shirtless but with his wings concealed. He too kissed Jen's cheek. It was something he and Natheniel had grew a habit of doing in the mornings.
Jason glanced at Nathaniel. “Don’t tease me. I’ve been here long enough to know you’re indestructible, and I’m in no mood to be the vampire with only one fang.” He pulled out a chair so he could bug everyone as they come to eat. “I’ll get some food later.”
Roselle ran down the stairs eagerly, feathers flying and leaving a trail behind her. “Yo! Jen, Sable, Nathan, Jason! Isn’t today a great morning?” she said cheerily. “Why isn’t everyone else up yet? They’re missing out.
Xenia stayed in her room, as usual, when the familiar word echoed through the halls. “It isn’t worth it,” she mumbled to herself, shaking her head.
Nathaniel rolled his eyes. Two years and today he finally felt nice enough to give Jason a break. "I'm not indestructible to myself. If I bit into my skin and bled, you could drink without harm." He sat next to Jason. "The question is what you'd do in return for the rich blood of an immortal. Because I hear it can sustain a vampire for weeks."
Jen smiled sweetly at Roselle and nodded in greeting. "I fear you might be the only one to see such a wonderful morning dear." She nodded to Violet who trudged down the stairs looking like the walking dead.
Jay padded down the stairs with his hair sticking in every direction and his eyes half closed. Mac had talked him into running last night, but then for Mac, running consisted of hunting rabbits and howling at the moon. He hadn't gotten to bed until right before dawn. Jay entered the kitchen and sat down at the table heavily. "Mornin." He said groggily reaching for a cup of coffee.
Mac woke up naked lying on the ground in the middle of the woods. He had no idea what transpired last night other then the capture and devouring of a stag and getting incredibly grossed out when Aoife drained it. He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes with blood encrusted hands. There was no graceful way to get back to the house in his current state, so he transformed and set out back to the boarding house in his wolf form. When he got to the door, he fumbled with the doorknob with his paws before he snarled with frustration and knocked the thing open. Mac barked a greeting to the others in the kitchen before he ran back upstairs to his and Ray's room.
Jason gave the immortal an irritated glare. He was hungry. He was always in a bad mood when he was hungry. To make it worse, he had to deal with Nathaniel. The one he can’t do anything to. “Tempting, but I’m not sure I’m desperate enough to sell my soul to the devil.”
Roselle followed Jen’s gaze to see her sister joining the fun. “Don’t worry, Jen. I’ll get through to them all someday, I have enough optimism for us all!” She ran over to squeeze her sister. “Hey, Violet. I’d say you look lovely today…but…You look like you haven’t gotten ready for the day, so I’ll wait ‘till later.” She looked over at the newest face. “Mourning Mac. Late night again?”
Violet rolled her eyes at her sister and would have sworn Roselle was stealing all her energy. She plopped down in her usual seat and rested her head sleepily on the table.
Nathaniel chuckled. "Oh Jason, sorry to break it to you but you don't have a soul to sell."
"Hey now, both of you stop it." Jen ordered. "Jason, I've spoken with the butcher in town. I can start getting you a steady supply of blood there if you want, although it won't be as fresh as anything you'd get on your own."
Roselle managed a small pout. “Aw, c’mon sis. Don’t be like that that,” she mumbled, knowing Violet probably wouldn’t bother answering her.
“More of a soul then you have,” Jason muttered. He was too hungry to think of a witty comeback. “Thanks, Jen…Just to keep on hand in emergencies….” He let out a slightly amused chuckle. “I kind of got caught last time I went out, so I’m in hiding for now. And it’s hard to hunt for real with the werewolf brothers out so frequently.”
Jay rubbed his head and slumped his shoulders. He groaned again as another wave of pain went through his head. "Really late night." He grumbled.
"You can drink me." Mac said, sauntering into the room dressed and pretty much cleaned up, other then the leaves, dirt and blood in his hair. "Aoife has told me I'm quite delicious." He sat down and quickly made himself a full plate with everything available on the table before he dug in ravenously.
"They would get completely wasted if they drank you, Mac. You have more alcohol in your veins then blood at this point." Ray said, shaking his head. Mac grinned.
"It's the price you pay, brother."
Jen smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry if they cause you trouble. But you know I've never refused anyone -excluding humans- the right to stay here. And if absolutely necessary, I'm sure I could 'convince' Nathaniel to give a little blood." The immortal winced slightly, knowing that she meant seducing and teasing him into her bed. She had broken off their relationship early on, saying she didn't want to be with him because she didn't love him that way. He still craved for her.
Roselle tilted her head and went over to stand by Jay. “It’s weird. You don’t seem to like being out late like Mac does. At least, it never seems like it when you get back. Why don’t you stay home more?”
Jason sighed. “Thanks Mac, but no one here wants to see me drunk. They all say I’m enough of a terror as it is. Jen, that’s quite alright. I don’t need any of those images in my brain, thank you very much.” He rose from the table. “I’m off to go scald my skin off for a snack,” he said ruefully.
Xenia Finally managed to come down to the lively area. She sighed loudly and plopped herself down by Violet, looking every bit as dead as she.
"Hey..." Violet mumbled. Xenia was someone she felt she could relate to better, since they both seemed to share a hatred for mornings.
Sable was standing off to the side in silence, leaning against the wall and observing everyone. Roselle...Such a beautiful girl...Sure Violet was identical, but he liked the amount of liveliness Roselle displayed. And his electric blue eyes watched her fondly throughout the morning.
Xenia looked over at Violet—one the only ones that seemed decent enough to talk to at the moment. “Hey, Violet,” she mumbled back. “Mrs. Smith. Is it possible to get a delayed breakfast for the nocturnal people here?” she asked weakly, still tired from doing nothing all night.
Roselle made her rounds throughout the room, talking with everyone in her cheery way. “Sable, I was wondering, are you nocturnal too? I feel weird, everyone here stays up all night but me, it seems. It’s like I’m the only one that ever has energy.”
Jen sighed, shaking her head. "That's called lunch, deary. If you want my breakfast cooking, you come eat it when I cook it."
Sable shrugged. "I sleep when I choose and rise when I choose. I'm used to getting up at this time from back when Jen insisted everyone be up. She's grown a bit soft." At that Jen just rolled her eyes and started to clean up.
Xenia sighed and laid her head back on the table. It wasn’t worth changing her sleeping routine over.
Roselle took an apple from the table and bit into it, allowing the juice to drip down her chin like a kid. “I can’t really imagine Jen being anything other than how she is now. She’s such a sweet person. Everyone here is really nice, actually. In their own way. Even if it doesn’t seem like it,” she rambled, going back to sit at the table and officially eat.
Jason re-entered the house relatively quickly. Without having any extra blood in his system, he was too weak to bear the sun. He would end up passing out within a few minutes, well before he could catch one of the miniscule day animals. He trudged over to Nathaniel and glared at him. “Fine, I’m desperate,” he muttered. “What do you want?”
Mac was done with his breakfast in record time and then he sat back, observing the room. He didn't really know these people, he was hardly around anyways. He kind of wanted to hit the road again, but both his brother and Aoife liked it here a lot. They saw it as a sanctuary. "Thanks, Jen." He said with a smile. "Who wants to go whisping?" He acts everything. Jay looks up from his book with a look of horror on his face.
"I don't think that's a good idea." Jay said. His brother was so tactless, did he not realize that there were faeries here. Aoife had shown them when they first met, she knew a lot of things about the mythical world, and whisping was the supernatural equivalent to cow tipping. Barbaric and cruel, pointless and immature.
"What the he.ll is whisping?" Xenia asked, intrigued by the horror on Jay's face. It was probably somewhat amusing. Maybe it would give her something to do other than stare at a wall all night. She took a piece of bacon and started eating it, scanning each face in the room. She had a pretty good idea what people she would and would not like, now.
((What is wisping?))
((I am wondering the same thing...My guess is something along the lines of pulling wings off of things...but it's a guess.))
Mac shrugged. "You know, going to a birch, yew or ash tree, luring out the will o the wisps, then you confuse them by making a lot of noise from all directions and capture them in a blanket. They start to make fireworks. It's awesome. Aoife said it was like a defense mechanism or something." He said excitedly.
"Mac, that's cruel. Leave the faeries alone." Jay said.
"Oh, come on, we're not hurting them, just making them freak out." Mac said.