The Curse

[Rose]

Gavin chuckled in pleasant surprise as Lance furiously pressed their lips together, their tongues wrestling like it was some sort of sexual competition, and before he knew it the vampire was being dragged across the room. He found his body trapping the boy’s against the wall, the feeling of hands caressing through his hair enticing him forward.

Lance’s eagerness was all Gavin needed to push on. He pressed Lance into the wall, the taste of beer on his breath as he kissed the boy hungrily. Gavin’s fingers hooked around the bottom of the lycan’s shirt and he tugged it up, breaking the kiss just long enough to tear the article of clothing aside. His hands explored Lance’s bare flesh now, feeling the warmth and slim, subtle muscle of his abs and chest, careful to avoid the fresh wounds. Gavin grinned as he teased Lance’s lips, taking them gently between his teeth as his hand gripped the front of the boy’s jeans and tugged hard, loosening the button.

The vampire chuckled without prompting, an almost dark and heavy sound. He bent over slightly, looping both hands behind Lance’s legs so he could lift him up. Lance wrapped his legs around Gavin’s waist as the vampire used his hidden strength to haul the boy across the room. Gavin dumped Lance on the bed, falling over him with another laugh that was quickly silenced by their mouths returning to each other like strong magnets. Gavin’s strong hands held the lycan’s waist as he pulled their bodies together, his lips going to the other’s ear for a moment, his voice heavy.

“It’s been too long,” He muttered, and he sank his teeth into Lance’s neck as he pulled their clothes off.


Gavin lay sprawled out on one side of the bed, the thin blanket curled around his bare skin. He had his arms behind his head, his eyes closed but his breath unsteady, proving that he was awake. There was the faint trace of blood on his lips, but only a drop or so. He’d been much more careful this time, taking only a taste, barely a mouthful. The room was cool, and Gavin stuck an arm out to pull the smaller body closer to his, combining their warmth. He mumbled something about getting a heater for the place, something everyone knew would never happen, then yawned widely mid-sentence, showing the long fangs that still filled his mouth.

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Lance's heart throbbed as Gavin's hands wandered over his body, removing his clothes while his mouth stayed deliciously warm against his own. Moaning against the vampire's lips, he allowed himself to be picked up, wrapping his legs around Gavin's middle as he was carried backwards, his hand buried in the man's black hair, pulling as he kissed him heavily.

There was a moment where he was dislodged from Gavin, a whine of complaint coming from him in the mere seconds their lips were apart, only to transform into a groan into his mouth as the man pulled their hips together.

"It's been too long," Gavin practically growled into his ear, the deep tone of his voice making the Lycan's back arch as he began to rid him of his clothing, the bite to his neck not painful like it was before, but pleasurable. But no more thought; Lance wanted only to feel.


Sighing against Gavin's neck with satifaction, Lance kissed his skin leisurely, their legs tangled together and one of the vampire's arms around him, pulling him close to his side. He muttered something unintelligable before beginning to drop off to sleep. Propping himself on one arm, Lance watched his lover sleep, loving how his face would relax and all the pretenses he wore during the day were gone, leaving his face smooth and calm. He reached out a hand and caressed it, drawing his fingers over Gavin's high cheekbones and sculpted lips, memorizing every detail of the man's beautiful face. This was the man that was everything to him. Lance didn't want to be anywhere else but Gavin's arms for the rest of his life, even if the other man didn't feel the same.

"....You're my whole world, you know that, right?" Lance whispered, safe in the knowledge that the vampire was asleep and wouldn't hear his words, no matter how true they were. Laying his head on Gavin's chest, Lance allowed the man's heartbeat to lull him to sleep, staying awake as long as he could, savouring the warmth of Gavin's skin, the scent of his hair and the feel of his hand on his back.

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"I can't believe you Logan, you're so full of shit, preaching on and on about love when it's clear you never fucking loved-" Alice was cut off mid-rant by the growling of an animal as she whurled around, her eyes wide. The honey-colored orbs only grew in size at the site of the monstrous wolf in the doorway to her kitchen, it's head wider than her own with shoulders that nearly filled the doorway.

Alice's mouth fell open in a soundless squeak of fear as she watched the creature, it's eyes wide and expressive and far too human as it stared right back, the orbs the same colour as Logan's. "L...Lo-" she stammered, her voice completely robbed as her eyes rolled in her head and she fainted dead away, plummeting heavily to the kitchen floor.

"Alice? Alice!" A voice called her from far away, her eyes flickering open as a rushing noise filled her ears. Blinking, she tried to sit up before a hand pushed her back, not before she groaned as her head was sent reeling. "Sit still for a second," Logan commanded, his hand on her shoulder. "You'll make it worse if you sit up quickly."

"No....No, I need to get out," she stammered, once more attempting to get up, but pushing against Logan's large hand was proving pointless. "I need to get away, away from the dog....the wolf..."

"Alice, it's fine, the wolf is gone," Logan said in a strange voice, his eyes not quite meeting hers.
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"But it'll come back! Logan, we need to leave, we need to get out of the house!"

"Alice. The wolf was me." Alice stared at her old friend, her eyesbrows knitting together in confusion and disbelief.

"....What?"

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"It's about time you put her in her place, Alec," came a boyish voice from the corridor as Callum stepped from the darkness, his hands pushed into his pockets as he looked up at the leader of the Gifted. "She's had too much of a leash for too long." The boy-like vampire fell into step with the other, his steps quicker and more frequent due to his shorter legs.

"I heard what happened at the club," He added, neglecting to mention that he had been there and was part of the reason some of Alec's men were lost. It was just a trivial fact, hardly important. "Seems like Logan's more of a threat than you previously thought." Unlike Manic, Callum could get away with speaking to Alec like this, although no-one could figure out why; the leader hadn't slept with him, nor shown any of the lust towards him that many others did, nor did he seem overly fond of the child-vampire.

"You know, the she-beast had a point; Logan is only powerful because he supported. Destroy the supports, and he comes crashing down. I mean, of course, the vampire Gavin. But killing him is too easy. Bring him to your side," Callum instructed, standing on the doorway to Alec's doorway, waiting to be invited in.

Unknown to anyone, Callum was aware of the presense of Alice in Logan's life, as well as the relationship they shared. As soon as it was broadcasted and met Gavin's ears, the man would be all the more easily corrupted. Then Callum would be able to watch the optimistic spark in Lance's eye finally go out, because nothing would destroy him more than seeing his love change sides.

Stage One. Complete.

"Give me a few days; I will plant the seeds of doubt, then you will have your new recruit." Of course, the vampire would do no such thing; he was already planning on what information on Manic would aid Lance (and to an extent, Logan) on killing her. Much like Alec, Callum wanted her dead, and with no clear goals, only events to cercumvent his boredom, her death would be a welcome touch of chaos to the otherwise calm Gifted headquarters.

[Rose]

Logan sighed, peering down at the girl- no, he couldn’t think that way, she was a woman now. Alice had pitched backward, falling against the kitchen counter before crashing to the floor, knocking her head pretty hard. Logan quickly Changed before checking on her, then moving her to the plush couch in the living room. He dressed, lit the fireplace to stave away the creeping cold, attempted to make tea, and waited in the opposite armchair for quite some time before Alice finally stirred. Unfortunately, he hadn’t thought of a single thing to say to her the entire time.

“Alice…”Logan muttered, kneeling on the floor beside her, his hand staying on her shoulder to hold her still. “I am that wolf. All those stories…they weren’t to put you to sleep- they were to prepare you. Its real. All of it.”

To prove to her that his words were true, Logan lifted a hand for Alice to see. He’d save her the whole wolf getup this time, but she needed something to believe him. Between them, Logan’s hand cracked, twisted rearranged. The fingers bent, the thumb moved hire up, the wrist elongated. Logan’s face was one of utter concentration. It was possible to change a single part of your body at a time, but it took experience, skill, and a lot of pain. As Alice stared in horror, Logan’s hand jerked back to the way it was before and he was left sweating, partially out of nerves. It was a risky trick, and arguably one not worth even learning.

Logan backed away, moving to stand by the fireplace. The red embers danced in his eyes as he stared at the flame, unsure of how to handle Alice. She was silent, probably still in shock. Logan gestured behind him to the table beside the couch. There was a mug of tea, growing cold now and in need of a bit more sugar. It had been too long since he’d made it and he didn’t remember how to do it right anymore. He could teach another how to bring a man down twice his size, or a vampire not to crave the hunt, or a wolf to quicken the Change….but he’d forgotten tea.

“There’s…tea there. I thought it might help soothe you,” Logan pointed out distractedly, his voice distant. It was possible to question if he’d said anything at all about being a wolf, but he went on now. “I’m sorry, Alice. There is so much more to tell you, but now isn’t the time. Maybe you should get some rest. The sun will be rising soon, and we need to get going.”

[Rose]

Alec stepped into his office, waving the baby-faced vampire inside. As the door closed behind him, Alec stopped to eye Callum for a long time, slowly stroking the collar of his suit in thought. He was a man who believed in honor, but also recognized the necessary changes one had to make in times of war. He had little time for petty games and no care for the actual details of Callum’s plan. But if what the vampire said was true, Alec would have the most elusive ally, one that would never give information through torture. He nodded slowly.

“If your plan works, you will be rewarded of course,” Alec said, striding across the room to examine his small bookshelf. He didn’t ask Callum where Logan was hiding, or what information he knew. Alec was intelligent enough to recognize the benefits of having the boy give information freely, and that, if questioned through kind methods or otherwise, the boy-faced vampire would be capable of spinning the most convincing of lies. Alec knew the look in the other vampire’s eyes, knew that he was as dangerous as he was useful, and knew to tread softly. So he just nodded, picking up a bright pink book from the shelf. It was thin, a child’s book, and decorated with colorful characters.

“Now go. My daughter will be visiting soon,” He said, waving off Callum, though he turned to look at the vampire. “Oh…and do not make the mistake of underestimating Logan. I do not, whatever you might think. I know Logan better than anyone…and I know there will be hell to pay, should something happen to Gavin. But you are probably looking forward to that.”

As Alec spoke, the double doors to his spacious office hesitantly crept open, and the face of a little girl not a day over 6 poked through the crack. Her hair was long and brown, her face was a delicate heart shape, and her eyes were a warm amber. She looked nothing like the sharp, blonde-haired green-eyed vampire who opened his arms for her with a warm smile, and in truth he was not her father by blood. The Disease seemed to kill off any child before they even developed in the womb, the reason for the absence of any true bloodlines. But Alec didn’t seem to mind that this child was not his. He took her into a short hug, patting her head. She called him “daddy”.

“Ahh, Angela, I was just getting out your book. Shall we read?” Alec, however calm, however composed, was a man without a smile. But not with her. He grinned, warm and proud, as the girl took the book from him and settled into his large chair. Alec glanced up, looking to Callum. The expression that flashed over his face was enough to bid the boy be gone. And then the vampire was back to his child, lifting the book from her hands so he could read aloud the story of a terrible beast who fell in love with an average little woman who liked literature.

[Rose]

Gavin was used to waking in the earliest hours of the morning, an hour or so before the sun started to rise. It was in the dark, in the shadows that the vampires had their power, and by all means they should have been creatures of the night. But Logan preferred to wake in the morning and deal with things then, so Gavin’s schedule reflected that. After the long day of nearly being killed, however, Gavin did sleep in a few hours later, stirring gently just after the first rays of sun were up.

The vampire blinked open his eyes, feeling the gently breathing body beside him before he saw it. He looked over the figure curled into his side, tucked beneath his arm and sleeping peacefully. He smiled and chuckled softly, tousling the boy’s hair a bit. Gavin was in an understandably good mood like many men after a fulfilling night. He pulled the waking boy against his chest tightly with one arm, shaking him a bit as he chuckled louder.

“Hey there, sleeping beauty,” Gavin teased, brushing Lance’s cheek with a thumb as the lycan opened his eyes. The boy was greeted with the sight of a vampire’s smile looking down at him mischievously. Gavin didn’t give him time to react or question the look, suddenly rolling on top of the boy with a playful growl. His strong arms pinned Lance’s hands to his sides as he started to really wake up now. The vampire threw back his head, laughing triumphantly like he’d caught some elusive prey. As if pinning a half-sleeping lycan down was hard.

“Mmmmm….breakfast in bed,” Gavin said, smiling evilly as the smaller man finally started to struggle against him. He lowered his fangs to Lance’s neck, playfully chomping lightly all around, making the boy squirm and laugh. Gavin did a terrible evil laugh before diving to the other side of Lance’s neck, his teeth harmlessly gnawing. Just to be gross, the vampire licked up the side of his throat, pulling back to peer down at him with a scowl that barely hid his smile.

“Hey, could you hold still? You’re making it terribly difficult to eat you.”

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"But it....it can't be real! It's not real!" Alice insisted, covering her face with her hands and cowering away from Logan, refusing to look at the paw that had replaced his hand. Shuddering, she shoved Logan away from her, hugging her knees to her chest and refusing to make eye contact.

Logan stood and faced the fire, his arms crossed behind his back as they stood in silence. He gestured to the mug on the coffee table, telling her that it was tea. Reaching out a shaking hand, she grabbed it and brought it to her lips, grimancing a little at the bitter taste; Logan obviously didn't remember how much sugar she liked in her tea.

“I’m sorry, Alice. There is so much more to tell you, but now isn’t the time. Maybe you should get some rest. The sun will be rising soon, and we need to get going.” Alice looked up, her face a picture of shock.

"G-going? Going where? I'm not going anywhere with you!" Alice snapped, standing up, her hands balled at her sides, glaring at the taller man. "What makes you think you can tell me what to do after walking in here after ten years?!"

"Alice-"

"Get out, Logan. Just go," she whispered, her strength leaving her as she turned away the man she'd missed for so long. It hurt to send him away.... but letting him stay when he didn't know how hard the last years had been without him would hurt even more.

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A very adult smile bloomed on Callum's face, looking out of place and frightening on the smooth-skinned, blue-eyed boy. He inclined his head slightly as the sound of the doors opening behind him reached his ears.

"You know me all too well, Alec," the boy said softly, watching the man's daughter walk past him, her thumb in her mouth as she met his eyes with her innocent ones. "I will keep you updated, if you wish it." Without another word, Callum bowed slightly to the human girl before turning on his heel and marching from the room, his blond curls bobbing as he closed the door after himself.

Tightening his coat around his thin shoulders, the boy turned and headed back down to the 'dungeons,' his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his eyes blank as he ran throughts and ideas through his mind. By the time he'd reached the bottom of the stairwell, he'd gotten a plan straightened out; all the peices were coming together.

Haulting outside Manic's door, he stared at the sheet of metal, the faint sound of sobbing and sucking coming through it. A small smirk appeared on his lips as he sat on the bench across from the door, propping his elbows on his knees and putting his chin in his hands an actual look of child-like curiousity on his face as he listened to the female vampire on the other door feed on herself and take a few more spiralling steps down into her own madness.

[Rose]

Logan bit his lip, staring at Alice’s back regretfully. If he didn’t get her to agree to go with him then he’d have to do something neither of them would enjoy. But one way or another, he had to get her out of this house.

“Alice…you don’t have to stop hating me. You don’t ever have to forgive me. But I need you to listen to me.” He stopped trying to comfort her, didn’t attempt to go to her side. “I left because I became a walking hazard to your health. There were many people who would grow to want me dead, and they would do anything to hurt me. Luke agreed with my choice to leave. It was partly his idea. And I hoped that by leaving so suddenly, you would never desire to contact me again….I guess that worked.”

Logan’s hands were balled into tight fists at his sides, a sure sign that he was trying to keep his cool and not say or do the wrong thing. He didn’t know how to make Alice listen to him without bringing the whole world crashing down around him.

“Luke….he was like me, Alice. I know you don’t want to believe any of this, but you saw what I did. You know it’s all true,” Logan went on, his voice tight. “There are people- vampires and lycans- who will come looking for Luke very soon, wondering where he has been. They will track down his home eventually. I don’t want you to be here when a bunch of strange men come looking for your uncle, ok? Please, Alice. Just come with me. It’ll only be for a little while. Then you can go off on your own and pretend none of this ever happened. You don’t even have to speak with me.”

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Lance was woken softly by Gavin's gentle voice, the feeling of the man's hand on his face making the boy smile. blinking slowly, bright green eyes looked up at the vampire's face from where he lay against his chest, his smile soft and love-filled. It was rare that Gavin stayed till morning; usually he snuck out while Lance was asleep, giving the Lycan a wink over the breakfast table but never talking about the night's activities.

Being woken by a Gavin who was smiling at him so warmly, his arm still around his middle was rarer still, and Lance was going to make the most of it. Opening his mouth to wish the vampire a good morning, Lance was effectively silenced as Gavin rolled over him, trapping the boy between his body and the matress. Yelping as Gavin held his wrists at his sides, Lance once again opened his mouth to grumble at man when he tossed his head back and laughed, a honest laugh that Lance didn't hear all that often.

“Mmmmm….breakfast in bed,” Gavin murmured into Lance's ear before leaning down to nibble at his neck, no fang in it but only playful bites. The feeling of his lips on his neck made Lance squirm, his hands balling and relaxing at his sides as he fought the larger man, trying to get him to let go.

"Gavin, let me go!" He stammered, a large grin on his face as his head rolled to the side, allowing the vampire better access at his neck whilst making it look like he was trying to escape him; it wasn't the Lycan's fault that his neck was extra sensitive. As the vampire ran his tongue up his jugular, Lance gasped, bucking his hips against Gavin as he tried to get his hands free.

“Hey, could you hold still? You’re making it terribly difficult to eat you,” Gavin scolded, a scowl on his face even though Lance could see the smile underneath.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Lance hissed between clenched teeth, his own emerald eyes sparkling. "I didn't mean to be difficult for you." Leaning up, Lance managed to capture the vampire's lips with his own, slipping his tongue past his lips, his hands coming free whilst Gavin was successfully distracted. Humming triumphantly, he slid his arms around the older man's neck, the kiss becoming more innocent and slow as the red-haired boy tried to savour having Gavin to himself for as long as possible.

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"Luke," Alice suddenly started, spinning around and pointing at Logan, her eyes blazing, "was nothing like you. Nothing. Luke may have lied to me if what you say is true, but he would never hurt me like you did." Blunt and to the point; Alice had become hard over the years, bitter, nothing like the stony-faced little girl with light on the inside that Logan once knew. That innocent light had been replaced with fire, and now Alice burned, and burnt anyone who came near her.

"Fine, Logan. I'll come with you. But you hear me now-" Alice turned to face him fully, taking long-legged steps towards him, pausing a hair's breath before him, leaning up to whisper in his ear, "-You left me. You let Luke die. You made me who I am today. And I will never forgive you for it."

Stepping away, she met the Lycan's eyes, her face blank and her eyes blazing, fire dancing in her pupils as she stormed from the kitchen, long dark hair swaying with the speed of her steps as she entered the hallway and pulled a fur-lined designer leather jacket from the line of hooks by the door, her feet already cased in low-heeled boots. She pulled her hair, letting it fall over the back of the jacket as she angrily zipped it up, looking through at Logan, scowling.

"I thought you were the one so desperate to take me from my only home. What are you waiting for now?" She snapped, her arms folded across her chest. The more she put on the hateful face towards Logan, the harder it was to hold the mask in place. The desire to run to him, to bury her face in his neck and allow those strong arms to hold her and keep her safe from a suddenly dark world was almost impossible to resist. It was her own stubborness and the memory of ten lonely years that kept her cold.

[Rose]

Logan frowned, his eyes sad, regretful, but not ashamed. He knew what he did was right. He knew he had kept her safe from the world she didn’t know by leaving her. If she had come looking for him…Logan couldn’t image what might have happened, how she might have found him or who would discover her looking. It only would have scared her if he left with a goodbye, telling her not to look for him. Yes, he regretted that he had to leave, but not doing it. He nodded toward Alice’s bedroom.

“I just….you should pack some clothes. A toothbrush. Stuff like that.” As Alice stormed off, Logan wandered over to the keyring by the door. He considered taking Luke’s truck, but the thought of Alice staring at him bitterly while he drove where her uncle usually did made him turn away. He wouldn’t have felt right doing it anyway. Swallowing down the lump in his throat and the tight knot in his stomach, Logan went for the door without a word as the sound of Alice’s boots against the wood floor approached again. Together they slipped out into the cool morning. The sun was just rising, attempting to warm the world, and Logan cursed beneath his breath. The others wouldn’t come looking for him, but they would worry that he had left so abruptly and not returned in time for sleep.

Alice and Logan were silent as they walked out, and silent still as the lycan got them a cab home. They got out a mile before the old buildings, Logan being as cautious as always. It wasn’t until they had walked for a few minutes that he finally spoke up.

“Alice, I’m about to show you a different world, but I don’t want you to be afraid. No one here will harm you, alright?” Logan took Alice’s arm, despite her momentary struggle against him. He wanted her by his side, whatever his words. He wasn’t worried about his pack, only her reaction to them. They would likely pounce on her like anyone who got brought in. He was afraid it would be too much for her.

They climbed the steps of the broken apartment building, stopping at the fourth floor. Logan sighed deeply. There was no turning back now- everyone would have seen him coming by now, or sensed him at least. And they would have seen he had a woman with him. If nothing else, it would stir up some teasing. He pushed open the heavy door.

There was Lillian, making breakfast as usual. Logan let out a sigh of relief. She was the only one awake, it seemed, and hadn’t alerted anyone that he was coming. Maybe the gentle-hearted woman guessed that some privacy would be appreciated. She might have remembered how traumatic her first meeting with the clan had been.

The gentle vampire stepped away from the stove, reaching out a long, thin arm to turn off the heat before striding over, smiling warmly. That smile held long fangs, their points touching her plump bottom lip. She reached out her delicate, slender hand again, this time for Alice.

“Hello my dear…ahh, you are a special one, I can tell.” Lillian said with a warm chuckle and pleasant smile, and Logan felt a wave of relief wash over him. There was no one better to make a first impression. “I’m Lillian….Let me know if there’s anything you need.”

[Rose]

Gavin chuckled at the boy’s forwardness, kissing Lance back softly like a slow, delayed celebration of their night together. Pinpricks of memory came with the kiss, flashes of their bodies slick with sweat against the cold, teased skin rippling with bumps, the taste of blood and his lover’s mouth. He smiled wider and ran a hand through the lycan’s red hair, drawing him up with his free arm. He savored the feeling of being close to someone for a small moment, something that was foreign to him largely due to his own actions. Gavin, with his mind so scattered and his attention given to Logan and their mission, didn’t notice the distance he kept himself from everything else. He was starting to notice, however, that there was something else in his life that had meaning. It was just taking a long time.

The vampire was the one to finally pull away before things got out of hand. He smiled at Lance, looking over his face for a long, silent moment before sliding off of him and from the bed. Gavin tugged on his boxers that lay discarded on the old carpet, then fumbled for his jeans a foot away. Jumping into them, his back to Lance, he laughed.

“My shirt is gone. Your room is like three feet wide with nothing in it, and my shirt is gone.” Unknown to the vampire, the final article of his clothing was tangled up in the sheets somewhere, but it didn’t really matter. He lifted his arm and looked beneath it, trying unsuccessfully to check his bandages. He gave up, turning fully to smile at Lance. “Come on, Lillian is probably cooking downstairs already. I don’t want her in there by herself.”

Lance nodded, grabbing up his clothes, and Gavin stepped out ahead of him, going through the hallway and down the stairs to the fourth level where the main room was. Pushing the door open, he was greeted with the back of two people standing just a few feet away, and then there was Lillian, setting out some breakfast. Gavin recognized Logan- he could pick the guy out if he was half blind and it was dark out- but the slender, long-haired female was a new figure. Gavin walked around slowly to see them just as Logan turned. The lycan smiled, glad to see that is was another person he could handle at the moment, but the vampire’s face fell. His expression went from shock to pain to unbridled rage. Gavin knew all too well what Alice meant to Logan. He’d heard the stories of his past, though none others head. Only Gavin was close enough to be trusted with the knowledge of his leader’s weaknesses. And now that beautiful little weakness was standing right before him, looking more much mature than he’d pictured.

“Why the fuck is she here?” Gavin cried, to Logan’s dismay and Lily’s shock. The vampire cursed again, throwing his hands up. “She’s a mundane Logan. Why would you bring her around us?”

Logan and Lillian stared in utter disbelief at the vampire. Gavin had never, not once, gone against anything his leader decided. He made suggestions, corrected a few things, offered up what he thought was a good idea, but in the end would do whatever Logan told him without flaw. But that wasn’t the unsettling part. It was Gavin’s tone. The two were bound to bash heads eventually over something, but for Gavin to speak so disrespectfully was the most outrageous thing he could ever do. No one believed he had it in him. But there Gavin was, staring down Alice.

“She is a part of our family now and you will treat her as such,” Logan growled out as he recovered. He stepped in front of Alice almost protectively, though he knew Gavin wouldn’t actually harm her, however out of character he was acting. “Is that clear?”

Gavin looked like he’d been slapped in the face. Paler than usually, he looked from Alice to Logan. There was a long silence before Gavin finally inclined his head a bit to the girl.

“Gavin,” the vampire muttered, his voice tight as he walked over to the table, leaning against it heavily. “Pleased to meet you, miss.”

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"Heh, you make it sound like it's my fault," Lance replied, his voice slightly husky and his eyes lidded as he watched Gavin change, a small smile on his swollen lips. "I'll look for it later if you really need it."

The vampire smiled at him, warming the boy from head to toe before telling him that they should go down to Lillian. Nodding, Lance crawled off his bed and grabbed the jeans he'd been wearing the previous day but changing the shirt to one of his own. Pulling the dark fabric down over his head, he heard the distant sound of Gavin shouting.

“Why the fuck is she here? She’s a mundane Logan. Why would you bring her around us?” Groaning, Lance stuffed his feet into sneakers and pushed himself out of his room and into the corridor, so preoccupied on the sound of Gavin's voice that he failed to notice the small blond figure by the window. Snorting softly to himself, Callum approached the bend that Lance had disappeard around, pressing himself against the wall and listening intently.

Lance's eyes immediately found the newcomer, a young woman with long dark hair and who was looking venomously at Gavin, his chest rising and falling as he hands balled at his sides. Logan was talking to him; short, sharp words that weren't to be argued with, and Gavin clearly throught the same as his shoulder's lowered and he introduced himself politely, though the damage was already done.

Tiptoeing into the room, Lance slowly edged forward, his eyes flicking from the new girl to Logan, as if asking permission to approach, which he techniqually was. As the Omega, he had to be invited to greet newcomers as he didn't have the right to impose himself upon them. Luckily, Logan had always been very lax with Pack Law, and so Lance was soon at Gavin's side, brushing the back of the man's hand comfortingly.

"My name's Lance. What's yours, gorgeous?" he said, attempting his usual personality and pulling it off well. Thrusting his hand out, the woman took it.

"...Alice," she replied softly, her eyes on Gavin, looking at the long fangs that hadn't quite retracted yet.

"Nice to meet you Alice," he said happily, smiling at her has he took a breath as incompiciously as he could. No....just a normal human. Strange.

"Sure." Alice watched him closely, taking a small step back and away from the two of them, pressing herself against Logan's side. Lance saw Gavin's eyes narrow further, his pupils becoming wider as the usual blue of his eyes became a thin rim around the deep black in the center. Sensing the warning signs, Lance took his hand.

"Come on dude; food time," he said shortly, forcing a smile onto his face as he dragged the vampire away from the three others. Going into the kitchen area, he pushed Gavin towards the fridge, gesturing for him to open it and look inside. "Shit, Gavin, calm down," he hissed at the vampire. "You can't keep this up. Control yourself, okay?"