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Fantasy Family Buisness' Suck!

Vampunk

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The soft hum of the motor was drowned out by the blasting tunes from the car's somewhat dated stereo, a mix of 80's rock and occasional radio stutter filling the awkward silence in the vehicle as they drove along a winding street leading into one of the many suburbs surrounding the big city.

Whereas other young adults would spend this fresh Friday evening in bars, socializing, spending time with friends or trying to find some date to fill the gaping void in their chests the Connor family was having entirely different plans.
While other fathers took their children to amusement parks, into the woods to play and enjoy nature or fishing, the Connors were out for an entirely different form of family bonding.

And it did involve hunting, yet instead of rifles and fishing rods their car's trunk was stuffed to the brim with silver-coated weaponry.
From curved silver knives to the smallest caliber bullets, they were carrying a small jewelry shop worth in the shimmering metal with some garlic-infused tear gas grenades and wooden stakes mixed in.
Every turn and every bump in the road making their load clang and rattle like some baby's toy.

All the while the leather seats of the old Chrysler model were occupied by three Connors on their usual pest-control excursion.

"Turn it down a notch, Tamara." Hank Connor, the sister's father sighed, his forehead an intricate design of various wrinkles as he raised an eyebrow at his daughter sitting next to him in the front, chewing somewhat loudly on some gum and making the other passengers smell a faint scent of strawberry in the air.

"Ugh, sure." The older of the Connor sisters retorted with a shrug, her fingers coming to turn down the volume of the Blue Oyster Cult song currently playing, the tunes slowly fading as the melody got lost in the humming of the motor and the rattling of their hunting apparel.

Leaning back into her seat Tamara gazed into the rear mirror, trying to catch her sister's gaze who had both backseats for herself.
"So, what about this nest, Da?" Tamara finally tried breaking the awkward silence as she crossed her hands behind her half-shaven head, her fingers brushing through the messy hair on top of her head.

"Just some small fries. But that won't stay like that forever, as you girls probably already know." Hank remarked as he allowed himself a soft chuckle, scratching through the grey of his sideburns as they melded into the black of his stubbly beard.

"Better getting rid of them tonight than have them breed like rabbits and kill everyone from here to the next suburb. Besides, according to Matt they're only five bloodsuckers there, just enough for it to warrant us intervening." The Connor sister's old man added as he concentrated on parking their car a few hundred meters away from the abandoned farmhouse that supposedly was being used as the Vampire's lair.

Opening the door Tamara stepped outside, stretching her slender form as her pierced tongue licked over her dry lips, taking in the chilly autumn air as she adjusted her leather jacket, pulling the zipper all the way up to her long neck and her somewhat pointy chin before flexing her sore muscles.

"Finally, I could have sworn my legs would go numb before I got to actually use 'em." Tamara joked with a smile adorning her sharp facial features.
Turning her attention towards the backseats the raven-haired huntress opened the door for her sister Sky, nudging her to join her in the cool night air while their father was going through the trunk's contents.


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Sky, to put it lightly, wasn't happy.

It wasn't the time of night, her sister's taste in music, or even the desolate road they traveled on. But rather their destination in mind. The young woman would've much rather spent her night studying, drinking, or doing anything else aside from hunting down a collection of vampires in the suburbs. Such a Friday night.

Resting her head against the window of the back seat, Tamera having taken the passenger alongside their father, she closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sounds of their ever shifting arsenal or 80's music busting the already dying speakers. Their mother had made it pretty clear to Hank that he wasn't to take them out on a hunt yet unless he was certain there wouldn't be any accidents (such as the time she accidentally drove a stake into her sister's shoulder because she startled her.) He hadn't even told her what they were going to be doing tonight, which only succeeded in making her feel a bit more weary about the whole thing.

Sky listened to them talk about what they were up against but didn't comment, not being anywhere near as passionate about the whole vampire slaying thing. Just wishing the night would end much faster than it was.

Crawling out of the back seat the door was opened for her, she stood beside her sister as stretched with a yawn. "Can we just get this over with..." she'd mutter. "I swear you two are almost as bloodthirsty as them, if not more."

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“We’re not having that discussion again.” Hank remarked with a sigh as he turned his attention to readying the tools for tonight’s job, balancing three curved silver knives and several stakes in his hands as he inspected the equipment.
Their old man’s annoyed expression making Tamara let go of an amused chuckle as she raised an eyebrow at Sky.

“Your enthusiasm is truly infectious. Just consider this spring-cleaning. The faster we’re done here the sooner we can get a good night of sleep. Besides, someone has to do it, might as well be us, not like you had anything better to do tonight anyways. Or is there something I don’t know? Did you have a date for tonight or something?” Tamara teased with a toothy grin adorning her visage as her hand came to rest on Sky’s shoulder.


“Lighten up a bit.” The raven-haired girl added before being handed two silver carving knife as well as several roughly carved stakes, passing one of the knifes to her sister.

“So, let’s make this quick, huh? Pouting won’t really help here anyways.” Tamara added as she tucked the stakes into her belt and taking a step towards the run-down house with the barred windows, letting go of a low whistle.

“Damn, gotta give it to these bloodsuckers. They really know hot to choose the most suspicious-looking lairs. Why not a solarium? Nobody would expect that.”

“Enough of the chit-chat, girls.” Hank finally spoke, finishing to load their grandfather’s revolver with silver ammunition.

“Five bloodsuckers, three of us. There are two entries, if we go in through just one they’ll just use the other to escape. Snuffing these monsters out will require us to split up. The two of you better get the rear entry, I’ll draw the attention by using the main one. I hope you got each other’s back, but that’s a given, I did not raise you to fail in doing just that.” Their father remarked as he graced his daughters with a warm smile, oh so rare given the recent events with them being introduced in the family business.

“Anyways, let’s not waste any time.” Hank whispered as he slowly made his way towards the creaky front door, motioning his daughters to sneak around the abandoned house and catch the vampires off guard.

Nodding briskly Tamara slowly made her way around the building, Sky in tow as they found the smaller, a lot less conspicuous backdoor, tugging at the doorknob as Tamara tried to open the door without drawing any attention, the hinges being kind enough to not creak as loudly as the frontdoor.


Allowing the two of them to get a glimpse of the insides.

A rather modest array of furniture and the smell of dry blood, its metallic scent lingering in the air that smelled of decay and other unpleasant stenches so common in buildings that were due for refurbishing.

Raising a hand to her mouth in order to not cough and give away their position Tamara motioned Sky towards her left while she darted towards the right hand corner of the room, pressing her slender frame against the wall as she scouted the room for anything suspicious, yet not finding anything.

“Weird, nobody seems to be home.” Tamara mumbled as she took a step towards the next room, peeking around the corner to find yet another, identical chamber, with a mouldy rug taking center stage.

“Hand me a flashlight, and watch your step, I don’t trust this wooden floor, at all…”


And unknown to them Tamara was on to something as below the rotting wood something stirred, and it wasn’t just rats and other vermin, oh no.
These pests were far worse as they fanned out, drawn to the warmth of mortal flesh they came creeping.

Kneeling down to examine the rug Tamara raised an eyebrow as her steel-grey eyes widened at the faint sound of something scratching and clawing at the floor…right beneath Sky and her feet, making her turn to her sister with a distressed expression adorning her pale visage.

“Sky! Get away from there!” Just in time for a cold set of hands to break through the rotten wood and try grasping at Sky, without any success due to Tamara’s quick reaction, the pale hand still seeking to dig its claws into mortal flesh as the vampire growled lowly and tried another attempt at gripping Sky’s ankles.





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It was clearly suspicious with how the house was apparently empty. But she didn't voice those concerns as her sister knelt on the floor, asking for the flashlight. Before she could even pass it off however, a clawed hand busted its way through the rotting board. A cry of surprise followed her stepping back, it barley missing her ankle.

Yet this vampire wasn't alone.

Another hand appeared behind Sky, managing to latch onto her other leg, digging their claws in. Taking her knife she drove it into the back of their palm, a satisfying burning sound as a pained hiss erupted from below, the hand receding.

Ignoring the throbbing in her left ankle, she would try move back towards the doorway. "I don't think the floors' going to ho-" but before she or her sister could make it, the boards swayed beneath their weight as if suddenly loosing all support.

"Where are you two?!" Hank would yell, making his way through the house. "In here!" Sky cried, the man appearing in the doorway across from one they used, he about to take a step onto the floor when she shouted. "Don't! It's unstable and they're right below us!"

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Cursing under her breath Tamara took a step towards Sky, wanting to help her up as she watched the vampire pull back his ruined hand with a pained shriek.
But just as her boot met the crumbling wood the entire floor began to shake as if the vampires underneath were the ones supporting the rotting construct, stopping her dead in her tracks, unable to reach Sky nor Hank who was standing in the doorframe, petrified as his brow furrowed into a wrinkly landscape.

"Just hang in there girls, don't move." Hank mumbled as his callous fingers found the revolver with its lethal silver bullets, readying his gun as the room fell silent, making the sound of rotten planks moaning under the weight of the two girls become even more noticeable, accompanied by the scurrying sound of the bloodsuckers beneath skittering around.

Feeling her own heartbeat quicken Tamara exchanged glances with Sky, motioning towards her injured leg.
"Can you move?" she asked, balancing her slender form on the crumbling floor, the faintest movement threatening to make the floor give in and send both of them down into the vampire's grasp.

But they weren't allowed to catch their breaths as suddenly five pale hands burst through the wood, causing the entire construction to shake and creak before giving in and sending the two of them crashing down.

Landing roughly on the stone floor of the cellar, surrounded by pure darkness and the overwhelming metallic scent of blood and rotting wood.


Hank's voice reaching them down in the pit as his concerned face appeared over the gaping hole, running a hand through his greying hair.
"Don't worry, I'll get you out of there, just don...." Only for Hank's groaning to be heard mixed with the sound of him trying to shake off one of the vampires who had snuck up to him, the noise of the two of them stumbling over the creaky floor reaching the sisters.

But they had no time to worry about their father's wellbeing as the remaining vampires would surely use this opportunity to go for the old Man's daughters, making Tamara dart for her sister, holding out her hand to help Sky to her feet.
"How bad is it?" Tamara whispered as she held her silver knife in front of her, anticipating the three bloodsuckers to pounce on them, excited by the fresh smell of Sky's blood.

The one who had gotten a taste of Sky's silver blade craving retribution as he lunged towards the two of them, his shadowy silhouette being enough to give away his position and being greeted by Tamara's knife digging into his cold flesh, sending him backwards. Groaning and yelping in pain he hit the floor accompanied by the sound of his body decomposing at an accelerated rate as time caught up with him.

But the other two weren't foolish enough to make the same mistake as soon after two pairs of glowing eyes started to circle the sisters, waiting for them to drop their guard.
Unlike them they had the inherent advantage of being used to fighting in pure darkness.



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The fall wasn't too far, but the impact still sent a wave of discomfort through her wounded ankle. Standing with a thankful nod. "I don't think I can stand on it..." She'd try to say as the vampire once again lunged at them, Tamera quickly taking them out.

Now she watched the glowing eyes encircle them, it being the only thing they could see of the vampires. Gripping her knife tightly and putting most of her now unbalanced weight on her right leg, it seemed to be a standoff of sorts.

Until they grew bold.

One of them snarled, moving forward almost impossibly fast, ramming into Sky. Unable to keep her balance, she fell win a cry, falling back. From here she felt dragged backwards, deeper into the basement. Twisting in the undead's grasp, she would stab blindly, the blade finding its way into flash. They'd instantly let go, seemingly disappearing.

Now she was almost completely blind, save for the faint light she could barely see originating at the hole in the floor. Knowing the vampire was around her somewhere, silently waiting, she'd simply freeze.

"Tamera...?" She'd call after a moment, but this was taken as a distraction, the vampire jumping on her, trying to keep he pinned. Using one arm to keep his sickly pale face back, she'd struggle to bring the dagger up, sending it through his neck. It's oddly thick and awfully dark blood began to spill all over her, the walking corpse giving a stunted cry as he went limp. Wasnt enough to kill him but enough to get away.

Pushing the body off of her, her fingers having difficulty finding a grip on the knife due to the blood coating it, she finally managed to embed the weapon deep enough for the silver to work, his form turning to ash as it aged. Finally standing she would look towards where she has came from, hoping her sister had been smart enough to watch herself.

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Unlike her sister who was smart enough to let the Vampire get to her rather than blindly walking around in the dark, trying to skewer the monster with their silverware, Tamara was doing just that.
Startled by the vampires attacking her sister and dragging her out of her field of vision, the only indication of her at least still breathing being the grunts and screaming coming from two bodies colliding in the pitch black cellar.

Like a fish out of water, Tamara was out of her element, all the training she had gotten not helping a human facing a vampire on their own terms. And every swing of her arms did nothing but cause the Vampire to simply dodge the blade, letting go of a somewhat amused chuckle before backing off into the shadows.

But like always, the cat grows bored of playing with the mouse after a while, and with every step Tamara took further away from Sky, every stab into the darkness barely missing the Nightprowler, the Vampire grew more intent on ending their little dance.

Striking out with her silver knife the Vampire ducked below it, his cold hand coming to grasp Tamara's wrist as the creature's tight grip made her drop her only defense against the predator as he hauled her across the room, making her hit the concrete wall with a loud thud.
The impact making her hit her head on an edge as Tamara felt the warmth of her blood gushing from the wound on her head, feeling a thin river of blood running down her forehead and staining her shirt an intense crimson.

The trauma she suffered from colliding with the wall clouded her mind as she tried getting up, feeling her head spin and every sound being muffled by the intense pain rendering her unable to grasp what was truly happening.

And even then there was no way she would be able to retaliate in her condition as she tried pushing herself up, her legs trembling as they failed to support her staggering form. Her hand came to rest on the wound on her head, her fingertips brushing through bloodstained hair before she was pushed against the wall by rough hands grasping her leather jacket, ripping through the clothing like it was nothing.

Revealing its prize the Vampire, who appeared to her simply as a blurry shade with glowing embers where eyes would be, chuckled, its form looming over the dazed hunter with cruel intent.
Leaning closer to her Tamara came to feel the nightprowler's foul breath wash over her, making her want to wretch as she felt the creature's muscly tongue meet her pale skin, taking in the taste of her blood gushing from the open wound on her head.

"N..No!" Tamara finally spoke, her heart racing as she felt her body grow numb due to the impact and the blood loss she was suffering from but the flailing of her arms did little to stop the vampire in its tracks.
A cold, clawed hand came to rest on her head while the other grasped her shoulder tightly as, with no regards to her wellbeing, the vampire revealed the pale curve of her neck, sending blood flowing through her veins at breakneck speed only to run down her forehead where the wound was slowly starting to clot.

And before she knew it the vile sensation of the bloodsucker's tongue sent shivers down her spine, her body reacting to the unwanted feeling of helplessness as Tamara tried one last time to shake the creature off her.
But it didn't even manage to grab the Vampire's attention, its red eyes fixated on the protruding vein on her neck, beckoning to the monster with promises of a warm meal and the end of a pesky hunter.

And just then, her eyes widened in dread and pain, tears welling up in her steel-grey orbs as she opened her mouth to let go of a bone-chilling scream as fang met skin.
Ivory teeth piercing skin and flesh to bring forth a torrent of crimson blood, flooding the vampire's mouth as it hunched over its prey, grasping tightly and drinking deep of the red lifeblood that was gushing from the woman's neck.

And numbness started to spread through Tamara's body as her blood was drained from her body, limbs growing heavy and skin turning an ashen pale as her life was slowly seeping out of her. Eyes starting to stare blankly into the room....

Only to find the shimmer of silver next to her....

Instinct and will to live overcoming despair and dread as numb fingers slowly crept their way over to the dagger, slipping from its handle before the Vampire's teeth dug deeper into her flesh, making her widen her eyes in a defiant expression of self-preservation as the woman mustered up all her remaining strength and grasped the knife tightly.

Just to shove the pointed edge deep into the Vampire's belly, sending it tumbling backwards in pain, howling as it felt the sharp sting of silver work its magic on its vile existence and causing the monster to retreat into the shadows, feeling that this was a battle it would not win.

Not with four of its kin already nothing more than dust mixing with the dirt on the floor the vampire retreated back into the darkness that had birthed it, un-living another day.

Groaning in pain Tamara's hand found the wound on her neck, feeling the blood flow starting to slow down as the wound started to clot.
And yet the blood she had lost made it hard for her to get back on her legs, her slender extremities trembling as she raised herself off the ground, tearing away a piece of cloth from her shirt to stop the bleeding wound on her neck before readjusting her jacket.

Covering the wound by zipping up her leather garments and slowly making her way over to Sky, Tamara pressed her hand on her bloodied head as she tried regaining her strength, the bloodied forehead looking a lot more threatening than the festering incisions on her neck...




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It took Sky awhile to finally stand fully, but what motivated her was a collection of screams and cries before they were abruptly cut off. Shit. That was Temara. This giving her the burst of strength she needed, the exhausted woman tugged her cellphone from her pocket, using it as a flashlight to try and illuminate the basement around her.

It wasn't long before she found her, the gash upon her head and how pale she appeared being what she focused on and not how her jacket was closed much tighter than how it had been before they got into this mess. "Are you okay?" Sky would ask, her voice wavering slightly. At least they were all dead. But she couldn't ask anything further as Hank finally showed his face, walking up (or possibly even staggering) towards them. "I'm glad you two are alright..." He said relieved. "Any bites or wounds?" He eyed specially Sky as she was drenched in blood. "One got to my ankle, I can't stand on it." She replied. "And Tamera got smashed into a wall, but no bites." The man looked even more relieved by this, visibly relaxing. "Good, I wasn't ready to burry either of you. Come on, ambulance is on its way."

They slowly would make their way out of the farm house, the two leaning heavily on Hank who looked ready to collapse. Thankfully as soon as they emerged, the lights and sirens were already more more visible. Soon the paramedics would stop, moving to help the three. "What happened, sir?" One would ask as they were guided towards the vehicle, another not far behind. "We were looking for a neighbor's dog that got loose, said he came here. No dog but a whole lot of other animals." Whether he was believed or not didn't matter as he was guided into the back, a woman this time retrieving Sky and Tamera.

They were treated as best as they could on the ride to the hospital, Sky more than happy to take the weight off of her ankle as one of the paramedics took a look at both of them. "With the amount of blood you're both covered in, I'm surprised you're not beat up even more. Must've been a pack of wolves you ran into." The blue-haired woman nodded. "You could say that..."

Once they arrived however, things seemed to go down hill. They had Hank on a stretcher, the man apparently unconscious as they raced inside. Unable to go in after him due to their injuries that needed treating, they were lead to another area of the hospital, each seated on a bed where a certain someone was waiting who appeared to be extremely distraught with the situation.

"I told him not to go." Their mother, Cara, scolded their currently elsewhere father as the nurse would leave. "Even bringing you two along and look what happened." "We're going to be fine." Sky would try to offer but it wasn't taken as she intended. "If things would've escalated beyond that point I would have one less daughter due to his insane ideals." While she sounded angry and concerned, she also sounded slightly hurt although was concealing it rather well. "Even if that did happen..." she said slowly. "Would it be inevitable? They are only powerful corpses." Cara was silent for a long moment. "Have you ever considered that when your father tells you isn't true?" Confused, she wasn't able to ask for an explanation their mother's phone rang, she stepping aside to take the call.

Now she still looked briefly towards her sister before falling back onto the bed she sat on. "One hell of a night, huh..."

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"Y..Yeah, no bites." Tamara mumbled as the trio supported each other, each and every one of them looking like they had wrestled a bear, or a pack of wolves, which was pretty close to what had really happened.
And with the ambulance arriving a relieved smile seemed to settle on Hank's face, with Tamara's own visage still being as pale as if she had seen a ghost.

A ghost that had assaulted her and tore open her neck in order to feed on her blood. A ghost that would haunt her for the rest of her life, or at least that's what it felt like at the moment, with her head still numb and the metallic smell of blood clinging to her as a reminder of what had happened.

Turning to Hank and Sky, Tamara wanted to say something, opening her mouth slowly just to be interrupted by the ambulance's crew hurrying to her father's side as they started to pump him full of painkillers and connected him to machinery that would help him get through whatever injuries his body had suffered this oh so awful night.

Not wanting to make her father blame himself for what had happened, and already worsen the state he was in Tamara decided to keep it to herself, instead readjusting the bag of ice they had given her, applying it to the wound on her head.
And for someone who had lost so much blood in one night Tamara didn't seem in such a bad condition, her pounding head distracting her from the numbness in her fingers and the burning sensation that radiated through her neck and shoulder, almost as if a thousand fire ants were eating away at her flesh.

A sensation that should have alarmed her if she would have had the time for rational thought and not be mortified over the night's dreadful occurrences and the state her father was in.


And even after getting patched up and sent to sterile-smelling room tonight's horrors didn't seem to end as Tamara already mentally prepared herself for what their mother had to say, her constant nagging about Hank's activities being everything but soothing for her headache and a phone call making her leave was godsend.

Groaning loudly Tamara finally sunk into the hospital bed, resting a hand on her forehead as she felt a light heat from her pale skin, making her exhale annoyed. A fever just seemed to be the cherry on top of this cake of madness that was this night's events.

"Tell me about it...My head feels like there's a nest of wasps humming around in that hollow space. Fuck...This wasn't exactly what I expected, these damned bloodsuckers knew we were coming..." Turning her steel gaze towards Sky, Tamara sat up on the bed, her hand resting on the bandage wrapped around her head as she eyed her sister.

"What about you? Are you alright? Nothing besides that ankle we have to worry about?" The raven-haired woman asked with a raised eyebrow, her tongue licking over her dry lips as she felt like throwing up any second now, her chest heavy and blood loss really starting to make itself known.



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Sky would notice something off about her sister. Possibly it was how pale she still appeared, the sweat glistening on her skin, and how bad she basically said she felt. Regardless of that, she wasn’t the only one.

Cara had finally gotten off the phone, reentering the room with her features once again twisted into a concerned frown of sorts. Closing the door on the room, she would approach Tamera’s bedside and simply examine her for a moment, placing a hand on her forehead briefly before checking her labored pulse. The action reminded Sky of when they were children, the two of them having to share a room while they were young, and when one was sick during the night their mother would periodically come in and check up on them in a similar fashion.

“Tam…” She’d sigh, using the same nickname she had since they were kids. “I’m not stupid so let’s cut the bullshit. Where did they bite you?”

This was the last thing she expected out of Cara’s mouth.

“Mom, she wasn’t bitten.” Sky said, slowly sitting up. Clearly ignorant of the situation. “She was, the symptoms of blood loss are pretty clear, which makes me wonder why this damned hopital didn’t catch them. There isn’t any reason a gash on your skull would make you this ill.” She wasn’t going to stop. “But, she’d have to be dead. Besides, how would you know what a vampire bite looks like?” “Because I was bitten before.” She snapped. “Now show me where.”

This statement was quick to silence Sky, her eyes wide as her jacket was opened and the wound inspected. It was right on a main artery, the skin around the two neatly punctured holes inflamed and throbbing. Cara would curse beneath her breath and once again glance towards the door to make sure no nurses were looking to enter before saying “I’ll explain everything once we leave, but right now we need to get her home as even though you’re not dead, I’m not sure how fast the infection is going to spread.” Sky would simply give a mute nod at all of this, looking slightly terrified at the sound of all of this.

Eventually, after a bit of a fight, she managed to get them released. Hank was going to have to (thankfully) stay behind due to some other complications but was otherwise stable. The trip back was mostly silent, arriving at their small two-story house and getting the much taller of the three (no one knew where she got her height form, as Cara was only 5’ 4” and hank 5’ 8”) up and into bed. From there, Sky would be tasked with ordering the food while their mother was on the phone with someone she couldn’t recognize…

The food showed up a little before the person, Sky answering the door with a frighteningly tall pale brit grinning down at her, bags of chinese takeout in his hands

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What had been such a pleasant callback when both of them were little and Cara had to take care of their own little ills turned into a scolding confrontation really fast, making that faint smile of hers turn into a mortified grimace as her mother called her out on her lies.

"M..Mom!" Tamara mouthed as she tried reasoning with her mother, but this time there was no convenient non-truth to wriggle herself out of her responsibilities, unlike when she was going through her teens and had to hide that she might have picked up a smoking habit for a while.

But this was far worse than the prospect of lung cancer and after an exchange of glares that could speak more volumes than all of J.R.R Tolkien's works Tamara finally unzipped her jacket, allowing the rest of her family, minus Hank who would've made it even worse, to see the nasty bite mark that covered the pale curve of her neck.

Pulsating as darkened veins started to spread the corruption through Tamara's body, every beat of her still functioning heart carrying the tainted blood through her veins and inevitably turning her into one of...them.
"I, uh..." Tamara mumbled, trying to find words when there weren't any that would help, instead just lowering her head and muttering some profanities under her breath while brushing a messy bang of raven-black hair out of her face.

The ride home helped all of them calm down, or at least not ruin the mood even more with unnecessary excuses and long explanations that wouldn't even help, instead making the car ride even more awkward as the three of them sat in silence, watching the nightly scenery pass by.

Finally arriving home Tamara threw her jacket unceremoniously on the floor, the cloth being stained red inside and reeking the metallic scent of blood as the soon(?)-to-be Vampire slouched her way towards her room, an unnatural numbness already starting to weigh down on her, coupled with the fact that she had lost a lot of blood and was still trying to cope with the whole ordeal made for a recipe for disaster.
Making Tamara wish this had just been a bad dream and that the next morning everything would be back to normal....

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As the door was opened Sky was greeted by a most curious sight of a tall figure dressed in a wide-collared overcoat, a fine white blouse and a rather fancy-looking vest, making for something rather unusual in the american suburb they called home.

"G'Evening young Miss Connor, may I come in?" The pale-faced man spoke with his thin lips curling into a smile, detracting from the fact that the takeaway in his hands really ruined the image of the proper Britishman he was totally going for.




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Not knowing what else to say, she’d simply take a step back, calling for Cara. “Mom… someone’s here.” With that she would quickly make her way to the front door, closing it and taking the bags from his hands. “Sky this is Oxford. He… was a big help to me a while ago.” The younger woman would give a brief nod in his direction, but now growing a bit confused. The man was oddly pale, his eyes a milky white. An extremely old vampire? Regarding him with a wary glance as she hurried after Cara, she couldn’t help but ask ‘You said you were bit in the hospital.”

Removing containers from bags and setting them onto the counter, she’d nod, rolling up her sleeve to to reveal a faint yet visible scar on her wrist that was poised right over the main artery that ran through there. “I was infected when I was 17, which was entirely my fault. I was kicked out of the house afterwards when Oxford here stumbled across me after starving for a few days.” This didn’t make the situation any clearer. “But, you’re not a vampire.” She’d say slowly. “I’m not, because we ended up finding a cure. It did manage to work and then I met your father, who knows… half of the story. He thinks I was attacked and was able to fight it off.”

The room would fall silent after this, the three of them sitting around the table as the food was passed between Cara and Sky.

“Tamera is upstairs if you wanted to check on her.” She told the vampire who sat with them, Sky still stunned into silence, trying to rationalize that her mother had once been a vampire.

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Stepping into the Connor's family home, Oxford politely nodded towards Cara with a faint smile adorning his long, sharp facial features. "I'm deeply sorry that we had to meet under these most unfortunate circumstances, Cara, I presume your daughter's still with us and has not turned completely yet, yes?" The vampire inquired as she slid out of his high-collared coat, draping it over his arm as he readjusted his vest before putting his jacket on the rack without even having to look around first. It clearly wasn't the first time he had been here.

Joining the Connors at the dinner table, Oxford leaned back into the chair, his long fingers meeting each other as he pressed his fingertips against each other.
"I do realize this is not exactly something one would discuss over dinner, yet there's no reason to wait for a more opportune time." The vampire finally spoke, crossing his legs as he exchanged glances with the two women.

"As your dear mother might have already explained to you, she had been afflicted with Vampirism when she was somewhat your age. Excuse me if I'm wrong, time is a fickle thing for ageless beings, but I'm digressing. The same cure might work for your sister too but I cannot make any promises, I reckon for your familial circumstances to stay the way they were before it'd be best to try and avoid cases of Vampirism in the family. But if it turns out to be unavoidable I offer to take her under my wing, if the need arises with Hank probably not being too fond of having a Vampire living under his roof." Oxford spoke, carefully weighing each word as his milky grey eyes wandered over Sky and Cara, letting what he said sink in first.

"She's older than when you were bitten, am I correct, Cara?" Oxford muttered, his hand coming to stroke the sharp feature of his chin as he raised an eyebrow.
"But I'm just weighing the facts here, I need to see it for myself first before drawing any more conclusions." The vampire added as he stood up, crossing his arms behind his back as he made his way towards the staircase.

"You're free to join me, I am trying to be as transparent as possible." Oxford added as he made his way towards Tamara's room, finding his new patient lying face down on her bed, not even having bothered to take off her boots or slide under the sheets, having just collapsed on top of her bed.

Earning a disapproving, yet somewhat empathetic sigh from Oxford as he started rolling up his sleeves before softly shaking Tamara by her shoulder....

Causing her to flail around, the vampire's cool touch reminding her of the chilling hands that had assaulted her this very night and caused her to end up like this.
"What the hell? Who are YOU?!" Tamara hissed, feeling her head act up and forcing her to hold her cold palm against her forehead, gritting her teeth and suspiciously eyeing Oxford.

"Now now, no need for distrust, I don't bite. My name's Oxford, I'm an old friend of your mother and I promised her to help." The Brit spoke slowly, letting Tamara process it all before motioning towards her neck.

"May I see?" He asked as Tamara answered with a slow nod, allowing Oxford to lean closer and examine the festering bite, making him raise an eyebrow and exhale slowly, his fingertips brushing against the incisions as he scooped up some of the clotting blood and making it disappear in a little vial he took out from his vest's pocket.

"Hmm, doesn't look too good." Oxford finally spoke, leaning back as he raised a hand to his chin.
"The wound's deep and the infection spreads rapidly due to the heavy loss of blood. There's a way to draw out the actual time it takes for the infection to corrupt all vital organs. It may give you a few more days until you'll start having to deal with the actual issues vampires have to deal with, like Sunlight and lack of dietary options." The British Vampire added.

"...What? You sure know a lot about that stuff, huh?" Tamara mumbled as she sat up on her bed, her boots finding solid ground again.
"So, if you're really helping us, what's the actual plan here, especially if Plan A all the way to Z fails?"

"I'd rather not waste time on probabilities and focus on the matters at hand. But I can assure you that there are worse fates than yours, believe me." Oxford remarked with a brief chuckle as he watched Tamara slowly standing up, wobbling softly as she tried regaining her balance.

"Ugh, seems I don't even have a choice here, right...Oxford? I'm Tamara, but if you know my mom you might have already known that. Speaking of them, how are they holding up?"

"You should ask them yourself." Oxford remarked as he rolled down his sleeves again, readjusting his vest in the process.


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After Oxford left to go check on Tamera, the two others ate in silence before Cara rolled her eyes. “Don’t give me that look, Sky. What does it matter that I was undead before? I’m still your mother, you know.” She nodded slowly. “I know… but…” “Hank didn’t bother explaining that most vampires retain their mental state after being infected. Only those that don’t feed for a long amount of time or simply can’t control themselves go feral like the ones you hunted today.”

Sky would eventually respond, putting her carton on the table and facing her. “What was it like?” Her mother would give a small laugh, glancing at Oxford and Tamera as they would enter the room. “I figured you ask that. Well.. the infection is brutal. If you aren’t killed in the process, then you’re going to have to suffer like Tamera is now. I was… killed, however. It was a friend of my boyfriend a the time. We had gone out and when this friend showed up, he told me to go with him for a few minutes.” Her face fell at this point, gaze hardening. “I… first thought he was going to try something with me, which is why I first declined, almost being ready to call for help when he took hold of my arm. I knew something was wrong when his touch was cold and he was much stronger than how a thin kid of his age could be. My date at the time simply watched as he lead me off into a nearby alley. I struggled which is why he bit my wrist as it was the only thing he could grab.” Cara would pause for a moment, taking a breath before continuing. “At first, it was painful. He broke my wrist with the force he used and the speed her drank with wasn’t safe, but he was on the brink of starving. But it changed to something much more calm, but it was most likely due to the daze I was in. When he finished in taking nearly everything I had, he left me there with the trash.”

If the night couldn’t get any worse, not it did. Sky’s mind whirling with all that she was learning.

“I was out for three days there, finally found by your father.” She had to stop her. “Wait, dad found you, why didn’t he just..?” Cara sighed. “I think he wasn’t sure what was happening at first. Regardless we had been decent friends up until that point, he knew that I had been declared missing and when he found me, tried to wake me. I don’t remember much of what happened then, but I know he took me home. I was bathed and then put to bed, my parents more than happy about my return, so much they had missed the bite mark and how I didn’t have a pulse.” “But what about your veins?” “They had faded by then as it was basically already complete by that point.”

After taking another bite of her meal and swallowing, she’d continue. “What I remember vividly was waking up in a darkened room, my jaw in intense pain and a fierce pain in my stomach. I had crawled from the bed, stumbling to my bathroom where I flipped on the light which… was a big mistake. I screamed from pain it caused, not used to how sensitive my eyes were. My dad who had been home at the time ran upstairs to check on me, finding me cowering in the corner trying to block the light. He managed to draw back my arm, getting a look at me.” She tried to give a dry laugh. “I think his scream was louder than anything I had ever heard before, he rushing back out of the room. This is when I finally got a look at myself. Unnaturally pale, eyes nearly glowing. My fangs were already formed and visible as I didn't know how to use them yet. It was… awful to say the least. I had called for my dad again, he didn't come. Made my way towards where the living room was and there he stood, on the phone with my mother, saying how something had possessed their daughter.” Now she let out a genuine laugh. “I wish that were true… because he forced me out of the house, which would've been fine if it hadn't been 9 on a summer morning. I felt as if I had been shoved into hell, ending up sitting by the side of the house until just enough shade was cast on the ground for me to get away. I ran barely understanding what was happening to myself. After wandering for a few days in a terrified delirious state, I finally found Oxford. Or rather he found me.”

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The two(?) Vampires sat down on opposite sides of the table as Tamara shot her mother a confused look, the arrival of her "friend", who just so happened to be a pretty old bloodsucker having raised more questions that would probably never be fully answered. Tamara raised an eyebrow as her eyes wandered from Cara to Oxford and then returning to her mother as she started to tell her part of the story that would probably take a while to cover.

All the while Oxford followed Cara's depiction of past events with his thin lips curling into a softer smile, making Tamara ask herself what exactly their relationship was.
Opening her mouth to speak, the young woman bit her tongue as Oxford coughed politely, raising a hand to his lips to draw everyone's attention and making Tamara lean back with her arms crossed and a somewhat sour expression adorning her pale visage.

Glancing over to Sky, Tamara's gaze spoke volumes about how she felt in her hide. Being bitten was one thing, being treated by an old bloodsucker was the other, but the thing that hit her the hardest was said vampire sharing an intimate past with their mother.
Raising a pierced eyebrow Tamara mouthed. 'This is so awkward...' to her sister as Oxford finally resumed reciting events of the past.

"Ah yes. I remember that summer fondly. It was when I returned to the new world after having traveled the globe for the past nineteen years." Oxford mused as he turned towards Cara's daughters.
"As you may have already guessed from my accent, I do hail fro Great Britain, Ironically enough from Oxford, and have traveled the globe for a long time after having been turned in the early 1800's, but I'm digressing." The british vampire added before posing his hand at his chin, chuckling softly.

"I did not have a lot of connections in America, and the modern day society was rather fascinating indeed, yet the first vampire I met was none other than your dear mother, Cara. Any other would have probably ended her misery right there or let her starve as I found her in some run down house hiding from the Sun and feeding on alley cats and other warm-blooded creatures. A truly peculiar sight, I myself had expected a feral vampire and had only followed the scent of dried blood with the intent to end whatever creature may be terrorizing the neighborhood."

Turning to Cara Oxford raised an eyebrow as his smile grew a bit wider.
"But oh was I surprised when I met her, all alone and with nobody to teach her how to survive as a child of night. I myself have never gotten to know my maker, and if you're lucky neither will you, Tamara." Oxford continued.
"She was young and not prepared for this dark gift so I took her under my wing. I had traveled the known world for a cure ever since I was turned and lost everything to the passage of time, and seeing her I did not want her to suffer the same fate. An ageless existence comes with plenty of time dedicated to research, and what better subject of one's studies than your own affliction?"

Nudging closer with his chair Oxford brushed his long fingers through his dark hair.
"I have learned a lot in over 200 years on this planet, and one of the first things I noticed, and what would save your mother from that grim fate was that she did not drink from a human yet. Something inside us only starts stirring once we do ingest the blood of the species we originated from, meaning in human terms she did still have her baby teeth. Fortunately for her that was all I needed to know. That and her not wanting this existence for herself. So we set out to find a cure, but as in so many cases you don't really dedicate the entirety of your time to just one task, leaving one with enough time to, well..."

Letting go of a sigh the Brit changed a long glance with Cara before resuming.
"Anyways, It did take us two entire years but after trial and error we managed to devise a concoction and procedure that could purify a human from the vampiric corruption. It's a rigorous procedure and it requires more than just the right ingredients. But it worked, or else we wouldn't be having this conversation. Fact is your mother made the right choice asking me to assist her in curing you, time wasted is time that the corruption might use to spread faster and fester, meaning the chance of rehabilitation and actually curing the infection grows slimmer with each passing hour."

"With how things currently stand the best course of action is to:
A: Keep Tamara under close watch, don't let her out of the house and check on her condition every 2 to 3 hours and B: gather all the necessary ingredients for the cure, though that might turn out to be more difficult than I had initially thought with Hank's recent activity making it harder for us Vampires to keep in touch and actually file requisitions with the local covens."

Pausing for a few seconds Oxford scratched his chin pensively. "But I still have a few friends here and there, it may not be easy but I'll be able to gather most of the ingredients myself. Until then you'd better get accustomed to the eventuality of having to harbor more than one vampire under the same roof." The brit remarked as he let what he just said sink in, leaving Tamara sitting there with a gaping mouth and steel grey eyes wandering over to the rest of her family as she mumbled some inappropriate profanities.
"What the hell.."


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“Its for your own good, unless you want to remain a vampire for the rest of time.” Cara chided at Tamera’s response, Sky soon speaking after her. “So this cure, its going to work, right?” At this, their mother would hesitantly nod. “Yes… or so we hope anyway, as long as she doesn’t end up drinking from a human. But what you have to understand it that it isn’t entirely effective… my fangs still exist, they’re just buried in my upper gums. I am still somewhat sensitive to bright light even though I can’t see in the dark, and, as you can see, I’m still rather pale. Aside from that, however, it doesn’t entirely eliminate the infection, but keeps it dormant. Meaning all it would take is a small trigger to cause it to become active again.”

Sky nodded slowly. “So… all of this explains why we didn’t have grandparents on your side, why you hate going to the dentist, and why you can’t stand the sight of blood. Because you’re afraid someone’s going to notice or you’ll relapse.” Cara would smile. “Yes, although you haven’t met my parents at all simply because they don’t deserve to meet my children after what they did to me.” “How does dad cope with all of this exactly?” “He only knows part of the story… I met him again a year after I was cured and explained it all as being resistant to the infection and living through it.” Her daughter frowned. “He doesn’t know you were turned or that you’re still technically infected, does he?” She shook her head. “No, because he would’ve left me and definitely not had children with me, as it’s possible the infection was passed onto you two as well. We didn’t take eventual daughters into account when curing me. In fact, I thought I was going to stay with Oxford, until he convinced me it was too risky as a relapse was bound to happen if so.” Eyes wide, Sky couldn’t help but ask “Wait, so we’re both infected regardless of being bit?”

Cara looked to Oxford. “I think its best if he would explain.”

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As the details of her mother's infection and "cure" were revealed to her, Tamara's face shifted into a confused expression, both disbelief and shock over such a revelation resulting in her already pale face to turn an even more sickly shade of gray.

"Wait, does that mean that..." Tamara mouthed only to be cut short by Oxford coughing politely and raising a finger at her. "There will be a time for questions and answers but let me first elaborate on what your mother already told you, young lady." The vampire lecturing her on manners and making the infected woman sink back into her seat, crossing her arms in front of her chest and letting go of an annoyed growl as a grumbled "Fiiine..." escaped her lips.

"Thank you." Oxford remarked as his lips curled into a faint smile.
"Well, Vampirism isn't entirely curable, or so it seems. As children of night aren't that different from humans they share a similar genetic structure, meaning the catalyst for change warps the human genome to become one of a Vampire. The cure managed to revert drastic change but some traces of the infection remained, forever changing your mothers, and in a way, your own genes. Meaning that while you are human there are some minor anomalies that would become a lot more pronounced if you were to contract any form of Vampirism, as one of you seemed to be reckless enough to do." With these words Oxford's milky grey eyes wandered over to Tamara.

"But there's no use crying over spilt milk. It's just a minor detail that might be of utmost importance if we wish to cure you as well. It may make it harder for the procedure to return your body to its original state as some traces of vampirism always survive, meaning that the little bit of 'Vampire' you inherited from your mother might be enough to inhibit the cure from taking full effect."

Letting go of a sigh, Oxford turned his attention towards Cara and Sky. "But these are just possibilities, for all we know your life could return to normal in a few days, depending on how things I'm not in control of will play out. As for now, If it does not cause any troubles, I would stay the night and the rest of tomorrow and prepare what I can before meeting up with an old contact of mine. The two of you, while not directly afflicted by Vampirism should watch yourselves around Tamara though, and I'm not saying this to sound mean or anything, but the infection and resulting mental and physical change is no laughing matter and there might be complications."

Sliding his hand into his pocket, Oxford retrieved a red-tinted pair of round glasses, handing them over to Tamara.
"Lest I forget. You'd better try avoiding bright light until further notice."

"Great. Not only do I get to feel like a rabid dog, now I also need to make a fool of myself, this really does suck... " Tamara mumbled as she let go of a sigh, her hand coming to rest on the throbbing wound on her neck, feeling her skin crawl and feel unnaturally cold already.

"Splendid. Now then, I think all of you need some rest, it's not easy news to swallow but I assure you that the worst case scenario has already been averted." Oxford remarked with a smile as he turned to Cara.
"If you don't mind me prying, how do you intend to break the news to Hank if he does find out?"


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Sky would've abruptly stood and make her way towards her room, although more specifically the bathroom. Finally discarding her blood soaked clothing and thankfully getting into the shower, she would collapse into bed still trying to rationalize all that was happening so quickly.

Cara would’ve stood and began to put away and clean up their meal wordlessly to then grab a spare blanket and toss it over the nearby couch for the vampire, although she doubted he’d use it. After this she then helped Tamera to her room, wishing her a goodnight before heading to bed herself.

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Morning came a bit too quickly for Sky’s liking. Woken by the sunlight streaming in from her partially concealed window, she would crawl out of the cocoon she made the night before, throwing on a clean t-shirt and jeans before shuffling out to the kitchen where it would be clear last night, unfortunately, wasn't a dream. Oxford sat conversing with Cara, the woman having a steaming mug clasped between her hands. The two seemed to enjoy each other's company even after all the years, clearly being two old friends simply catching up.

“Good morning.” Her mother greeted her, seemingly in better spirits. Giving the two a slight nod, she’s track down a mug for herself, filling it nearly to the brim with coffee but disregarding any sugar or cream as she sat down beside Cara. But her mother would abruptly stand as she did this, going to check on Tamera.

The two remaining were submerged in an awkward silence. The only thing breaking it being the occasional clearly of a throat, shift of clothing, or sip from a mug. Yet as Sky was in the middle of cursing due to burning herself, the doorbell rang. “I'll get it…” she mumbled, moving to the front door and tugging it open.

The sight of the person across from her was enough to jolt her awake.

Iris Tanner. Her girlfriend of almost a year now.

She was almost three years older than her, but a completely awkward and stuttering mess most of the time. It made their height difference and conflict in personal tastes that much more noticeable, as it was that what brought them together in the first place.

“Iris!” Sky’d step out of the doorway and have it close slightly behind her. “I'm sorry I didn't say anything yesterday, I was… busy. Family emergency.” She’d nod in response although looking vaguely concerned. “Is everything alright? I hope I'm not interrupting anything.” “Oh! Yes, everything's fine. Just an accident.” Iris would nod but be unable to speak as the door opened behind her girlfriend, Cara standing in the way. “Hello Iris, I’m sorry Sky didn't bother inviting you in.” Giving a slightly annoyed look towards her, Iris would say it was alright and enter, Sky following. They would all momentarily converse upon reaching the kitchen, Oxford now standing and watching the two enter. Iris’ gaze would wander towards the vampire, lingering on him for a long moment before averting it towards the floor, taking a small step back in Sky’s direction. It wasn't uncommon for her to be shy around people she didn't know, but this was strange even for her.

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Sleep didn't come easy to Tamara, even after her mother had tucked her in like when she was a toddler, yet the night's events were weighing heavy on her mind, making her feel like her head was going to burst any second. Thoughts ranging from "Fuck, I really screwed this up, huh" to "How the bloody hell did my Mom have a secret Vampire 'lover'(????) and didn't tell me about it..." But even then exhaustion was slowly creeping in, placing a dreary veil over her as she shut her eyes, nuzzling her face into her pillow and succumbing to restless dreams.

The image of the shadowy figure draining her of her life haunting her in her sleep while a fewer indicated the infection reaching deeper into her very being, slowly lowering her bodily temperature and making her skin lose most of its original youthful color.
Tossing and turning in her sleep Tamara groaned and mumbled through the entire night, eyeballs rolling behind closed lids as a chill ran down her spine all the way down to her slender legs and freezing cold toes.

But even the worst nightmare has to end sometime as the sun's first rays of light fell through her closed window, tickling her face and making Tamara finally awake with an annoyed groan, slowly sitting up in her bed and grimacing at the vile taste in her mouth.
Raising a hand to her face, the young woman ran it through her messy black hair, brushing the dark hair out of her face as her eyes tried adjusting to the darkness in her room, puckering her nose at the sunlight reaching into her chambers.

"Fuck and I thought monday morning hangovers were bad, this stuff is bloody worse..." Tamara mumbled, getting to her feet as she made her way over to the large armchair that was covered in a thousand crumpled clothes.
Fishing out a new Shirt and pair of torn jeans, Tamara let go of a drawn-out yawn, revealing something that she would not notice until examining herself in a mirror.

Adjusting her shirt something else made itself known, having awoken and demanding to be fed.
A loud growl escaping her stomach as Tamara's pierced tongue licked over her dry lips, savoring the awful taste she had in her mouth.

"Coffee...Now..." The woman spoke as she made her way downstairs, not even thinking about showering just yet, and almost bumping into her mother as she clumsily made her way into the kitchen where Oxford had just greeted Iris politely.

But whatever positive air the british Vampire was tending to soon turned into a very sour one as Tamara came slouching into the kitchen, not even noticing them having a visitor.

"Fuck me, who thought getting bitten that hard would result in the worst hangover of my existence. But hey, nothing some black coffee and maybe a smoke wouldn't fix..." Tamara mumbled, lazily adjusting her jeans, her shirt loosely hanging off her frame and revealing her deathly pale complexion as she turned around while pouring herself some of the freshly made coffee.

Staring lazily towards Oxford and Sky as she raised her mug to her lips, eyes surrounded by thick black circles as the moment she took a sip from the otherwise soothing beverage she had to spit out the entirety of it as her eyes widened.
The awful taste in her mouth becoming even worse as her tongue lolled out in a grimace.

"Who the hell made this, it's awful! Was it you, oldie?" Tamara turned towards Oxford who just shrugged, raising his hand to offer an explanation of why the coffee wasn't to her liking.
"What the hell, don't tell me I can't even drink that stuff now that I'm a bloody Vamp...."

Only for Tamara to finally notice her sister's girlfriend, making Tamara raise an eyebrow in embarassment over the sad state she was in.
With a shirt that revealed way too much of her sickly skin, sunken features and the vocabulary of a sailor.
"Uh...Hi?"


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As Tamera waltzed into the kitchen without a care in the word nor paying attention to who was now also with them, Sky shot her a glare before apologizing. "I'm sorry, Tamera just uh, got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Cara would move to adjust her shirt as discreetly as possible so it would conceal the bite mark. "Yes she has." Their mother sighed, pushing her soon to be undead daughter into a chair. "She's a bit sick, nothing infectious of course." Iris would nod slowly. "I see, I'm sorry I didn't call before coming over I just... wanted to make sure Sky was alright." Sky would nod eagerly. "I'm perfectly fine! Would you mind if I called you later? I don't want you dealing with... this." She'd gesture towards her sister, Iris giving a small smile before she would walk her out.

Reaching the door, the older woman would turn with a small frown and ask as she stepped outside "Who... was the man sitting in there?" "Just an old friend of my mom's." "Alright..." The two would exchange a brief hug before Iris left, Sky slamming the door after her and walking back into the kitchen fuming, glaring at Tamera but not speaking due to the look Cara gave her.

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"Nothing infectious, suuuure..." Tamara scoffed, sitting down at the table and stretching her aching limbs, feeling the tips of her fingers be unusually numb and cold, making her breathe on them in an attempt to warm them up.
Just to realize that her breath was just as cool as her limbs, making her raise an eyebrow as she examined her pale hands with the protruding veins.

"What the hell..." Tamara mumbled as Oxford leaned over to her, stroking his chin.
"May I?" The Brit asked as he extended his own hands, gauging the infected woman's temperature with his own fingers as he exhaled slowly.

"An unfortunate turn of events." The vampire spoke slowly, glaring over to Cara and Sky's girlfriend before nudging closer to Tamara.
"Seems my assumption was correct and your mother's little predicament seems to have accelerated the infection, meaning that by my calculation we have about 36 more hours until the transformation is complete. Then we'll have to keep close watch and keep human blood away from you at any cost or else...." Only for Oxford to realize that Iris was still there with them, albeit being lead out of the door.

Bowing politely Oxford raised a hand, smiling at their short-lived visit. "A pleasure to have met you, although only briefly, I assure you everything is alright, don't mind Sky's sister, she's a bit cranky, probably because of the seasonal flu." Oxford tried to salvage the situation before sinking into his chair after Iris had left.

"Why do humans always make things so overly complicated?" The british vampire spoke, not very typical of him to complain but as Sky appeared with an expression that could turn milk sour he fell silent, his eyes wandering over to Tamara who was looking around in bewilderment.

"What? Is there something in my teeth? Why are you looking at me as if I were a ghost?" Tamara remarked with a crooked grin adorning her face as her eyes met Sky's.
"Did I ruin the mood or anything?"




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Sky growled "Don't make me rip those fangs out of your skull." Cara rolled her eyes. "Calm down you two." Before turning towards Oxford. "I would get on your way then to try and gather those ingredients. I'm going to go check on Hank in the hospital which means..." she turned towards Sky and Tamera once more. "Don't start anything."

Giving a mock salute as she would then leave after the Vampire, she'd begin to scour the kitchen, pulling out the left overs from the night before. "Mmmm a shame you can join me." Sky would tease her, shoving one of the cartons in the microwave and letting it reheat.

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“I want to see you try that.” Tamara hissed at Sky, baring her teeth and allowing her to behold the infection’s effect on her canines, several of them twisted into elongated fangs that formed a cage for that profane tongue of hers.


Her piercing gaze that could turn milk sour not going unnoticed by Oxford who raised from his seat, resting his hands in the pockets on his vest before raising an eyebrow at the soon-to-be-vampire.

“I might not be in a position to tell you this, but I highly doubt this is the way you should be treating your siblings. Infection or not, manners are not affected by being a vampire, quite the contrary, being immortal should come with a certain modesty.” The Brit scolded Tamara, making her look at him with a disturbed expression.


“Since when are you our Dad? Is there something mom hasn’t told us yet, huh?”

Her comment making Oxford’s scoff, very untypical of him but really conveying how fed up he was already with the woman who might become his underling.
“All talk and no bite, young lady. This is where I take my leave, pointlessly bickering won’t get us anywhere.”


Turning towards the Door Oxford slid into his coat before retrieving an Umbrella from the rack.
Putting on a very outdated model of sunglasses the Brit bowed politely before bidding the sisters farewell, stepping outside as the sound of him and Cara engaging in some conversation could be heard for a few minutes.


Leaving Sky and Tamara alone in the Kitchen….


“That’s a low blow.” Tamara growled at Sky, resting her chin on her palm as she eyed her sister with narrowed eyes.
“At least you weren’t assaulted by some bloodsucker and feel like some child having to be taken care of by mommy and daddy. Ya know how embarrassing this is, huh? Of course you don’t, little miss perfect.” The young woman jeered as her tongue protruded from its prison made of ivory fangs, licking over her dry lips as her stomach growled in response.


“You’re lucky I value being human, you’re looking an awful lot like some nice snack there.” The vampire remarked with a snarky grin, raising an eyebrow at Sky.
“Be careful lest I eat you up like the big bad wolf.”


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Sky scoffed at this, turning around and leaning on the counter. "You believe that because you always took mom and dad's attention by getting into shit you didn't understand. I've never been in a holding cell at 3 AM. So please, bite me. Dad wouldn't wait to but a silver bullet in your skull." She spat this last phrase before moving to lift her meal out of the microwave, but not being careful enough, she cut herself on the side of the box.

"Shit." She mumbled, it totally not occurring to her that a hungry vampire was sitting just a few feet away.

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"Tch, it's time you got off your high horse. Always nagging, always thinking yo're so much better. You know what, you'd be the corpse and I would be the one enjoying actual food if it wasn't for me. I always got your back out there and this is how you repay me? Should've let the vampire drag you under and bite you instead. We'd be so much happier this way, wouldn't we?" Tamara hissed, her eyes narrowing as she turned her attention towards the half-empty mug of coffee in front of her, her lips warping into a sneer as she pushed the black liquid away from her, puckering her nose in disgust.

"You know wha..." Tamara turned towards Sky, intending to continue their bickering just before time seemed to freeze, a dreary veil being laid over the infected's mind as her eyes widened.
Her cold fingers curling as nails dug into the table's polish, her entire body stiff and on the edge of jolting up.

Her heartbeat slowed, each pulse sending her cool blood through her pale limbs as Tamra gritted her teeth, feeling an odd sensation spread through every fiber of her being.
One of extreme craving, the one you'd get after a week without any food or water, the one that would drown out all rational thoughts to just focus on the longing sensation that wanted to be satisfied.

Slowly raising her form from the kitchen table, Tamara would come to walk over to Sky with rather stiff, long steps.
"Damn, always so clumsy, you should take better care of yourself, sis...." The nightprowler spoke as she crept up on Sky, her cold hand finding her wrist as she grasped it tightly as her other grabbed Sky's shoulder, pulling her closer to her cold, stiff body.

Raising Sky's hand, Tamara's eyes found what had caused this compulsion, watching the blood run down Sky's finger, mesmerized by its crimson colour as a thin river began to make its way down her sister's injured finger.
Her steel-grey gaze turning a shade of red mirroring the one her eyes were enthralled by as Tamara's jaw unhinged, a cool, vile breath washing over Sky's neck as Tamara's pulse seemed to vanish, her heart beating at an unnatural low pace...


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