Blair's face was soggy while she was chewing the forth carrot in a row. She was in her highchair while William was sitting right next to her trying to sleep during the time she takes to finish it. Sadly for him, Blair ends the carrot in no time and starts crying again. His head feels like it was gonna to explode and her painfull cry just made it worst. He tried to stand up to pick another vegetable but falled back down on his chair, so he gave her his index finger. She put it inside her mouth and stopped crying, but it called his attention.
She was sucking and bitting his finger, but he wanted visual proof, so he oppened her mouth and there they were: eight sharp teeth, all growning at once. They didn't looked like vampire teeth, and clearly more were on their way, probably in large groups aswell. Blair closed her mouth with all her force and went back to chewing William's finger and sucking his blood.
- After you're done, can I get two of those? -
He asked, jokingly, while Blair was grabbing his hand and activally trying to rip his finger of.
- 'kay I'm leaving now, bye! -
Dustine said, almost jumping out of the front door.
- Wait! Can you bring takeout? -
William asked.
- ...Sure, but I'll be back in like 14 hours. -
- Then just eat out. -
William answered with his muffled voice while holding his head up.
- Are you okay? -
Dustine asked softly, coming closely.
- No, but aren't you late or something? -
- I was just going to gossip for an hour and a half until my shift actually start! We do that every tuesday. But that's not relevant right now! Are you okay? -
Dustine softly takes his hand out of his face and notices William's hair had grown fast and weirdly brighter, there were bandages in his face that looked weeks old and a bump on his forehead. She unraps the bandages to find a wound that was bigger and darker than the last time, from his hairline to his upper lip, the bump looked like he had hitted his head and it looked so deteriorated around his eyeball that his eye wouldn't close and it was clearly drying out.
- What the... -
She mumbled.
- HOW!? -
She gasped.
- It's completaly normal between pure vampires! I probably also have gotten a mild cold! -
William freaked out and tried to cover his face with his free hand, while Blair was still chewing his finger.
- Okay then... It looks like you hit your forehead on a table corner and... Your... Eye is... Drying. Are you sure that's normal? -
Dustine was disgusted and worried while trying to take William's hand out of his face.
- ...Yes... I just need some ice, and maybe something for my eye... I'll be fine by tomorrow. -
William tried to take her hands of his face. Dustine went to the bathroom and came back with eyedrops and new bandages. After imobilizing him, she managed to put some on his eye and wrapped him up again.
- Look, if you need anything there is an emergency kit in the cabnet under the bathroom sink, but if what you need isn't there, you can always call me or go to a hosp- -
Dustine got interrupted by her communicator basically blasting on her ear that she was needed imediatly on a area over an hour from her house. She screamed, almost sweared and went running out. William turned to Blair, who was still bitting his finger.
- It's not possible I'm that tasty. -
Dustine grabbed her motorcicle and used her wind based powers to force it to go faster. But, that usually would be an hour, and she got in the area in less than 30 minutes.
Back in the house, someone was knocking the front door like crazy. William had finally got his finger out of Blair's mouth, but now she was sucking her own knucles. He opened the door, looked at Micheal at the door for half a minute tried to closed the door, but Micheal stopped him.
- ... How? -
William was annoyed.
- It took me a lot of weird questions and a bunch of stalking! -
Micheal was smiling like he wanted a award. William looked him up and down and finally notices that Micheal was wearing a dark stripped shirt with a leather jacket, brand new pants that still had the store label, the same boots he used almost every day in highschool, black lipstick and had styled his hair for at least one hour and a half.
-... Why are you dresses like that? -
William asked.
- It's not everyday someone basically comes back to life! I have to look good for the occasion! Come on, you ARE telling me everything! -
Micheal fastly swiched from a cheerful and playful tone to a serious one while forcing William and himself inside and closing the door.
- You have exactly 10 seconds before I call... -
William is interrupted.
- If you do that, I'll call every single family member of yours and tell all of them you faked your death. -
Micheal came treating close to William's face in a very deep and serious tone. William had never seen him like that before, Micheal slightly resambled William's father.
- So... We have a lot of things to talk about! Several months of gossip to unpack! -
Micheal grabbed William by the sleeve, dragged him to the chair he had been all morning and then sit down right in front of him like we owned the house.
- Did you changed your nails color? -
William gave a nervous smile while unable to keep eye contact.
- You noticed! I changed the brand of the nail polish I usually use because I couldn't find it here. I wanted deep black but I guess I look good with dark wine red, right? -
Micheal seemed really happy about it. Even after all those months, Micheal was still good old Mike.
Dustine came back oddly earlier, still extremamly confused about what had happend that day at the mission early on. When she entered the house, she found William cradeling Blair to sleep on a leather jacked she had never seen with a weird unconfortable smile on the diner table while someone she had never met was at the other side of her table ranting about their ex and how nasty was their break up. She grabbed the shoulder of said unknown person and with a very annoyed and angry smile she said:
- William, you know you should warn me about visits! Right? -
- Sorry... He just... -
William turned his head down and mumbled, it was barely audible.
- You must be the mom! I'm Mike! -
Micheal turned and offered his hand for a handshake. Dustine keeps in an awkard silence for what feels like an eternity.
- You think I and... Him... Made... her?
Dustine asked slowly, very confused.
- No, Will woudn't do that! At least not that early on... Thinking out it, you haven't said a thing about your life in the last 30 minutes! -
Micheal turned back to William.
- You actually had been here for the last six hours. -
William corrected him.
- SIX HOURS??? -
Both Dustine and Micheal scream in chock. William curved even more, and Blair started crying.
- You had been in my house for the last SIX HOURS without my knowlegde? -
Dustine was indignaded.
- In my defence, I didn't knew it was your house. -
- WILLIAM! Did you just... -
Dustine was really mad, but the moment she turned to William, she stopped. He was sitted down, curved, Blair's body wasn't visible anymore but the crying was stopping. Dustine turned back to Mike, grabbed his ear and dragged him out of her house. She came back to William, took a deep breath, bend down, and said with a calm tone:
- William, what happend? -
- He just found me and entered... I didn't knew what to do... -
William's voice sounded painful.
- Had he done anything to any of you? -
- ... No... -
Dustine took another deep breath and said:
- We're gonna switch tonight. You guys can sleep in the bedroom and I get the couch. -
Dustine stood up and grabbed the portable crib close to the couch to put it on the bedroom.
- I'm sorry Blair... Your life barely started and I already ruined it... -
Blair's face was once again all wet, but it wasn't only her tears that had been fallen on her.