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[Innocent Lamb]

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It hadn’t taken Raelyn very long to clean up the mess in her bedroom – or at least the mess Hope had made, the rest of her room was a completely different story and would continue to go untouched until her parents threatened to take her cell away until they could see the floor. In all honesty, what she had done still hadn’t been done very well. She had soaked up the filthy water – if it could even be called water anymore – with her slightly younger sister’s pillow, grumbling under her breath all the while and contemplating how best she could get revenge. Unlike the redhead had in their younger years, she wouldn’t go running off to her parents and demand something be done – specifically, that Hope be “returned to the whore-house she had come from”. No, she and Hope now had a... mutual understanding when it came to these things. They had far too much dirt on each other to risk “dobbing” and besides, getting her own back was a lot more fun, anyway.

After fixing her towel back around her body and stowing her ruined shirt in the “laundry hamper” – which really consisted of a corner in her room that was overflowing with clothes that needed to be washed – Raelyn darted out of her bedroom and back into Hope’s, shoving her now-soiled pillow under the covers of her bed. Her green eyes danced around her sister’s room, and finally landed on a stack of textbooks on her desk. Without a second thought, she was placing her hands down on the top of the pile and pulling them towards her and off the desk, letting them spill onto the floor. It wasn’t much in the way of revenge, but it would do for now.

Next, she went in search of her frogs. She wasn’t entirely sure why she had them to begin with – or why her parents had even let her have them – but she couldn’t let them hop around the house and possibly die under the sofa. Unfortunately, finding them meant one of two things – throwing her things around her bedroom and making an even bigger mess, or actually putting things away as she went. It was only upon realising that Jackson was supposed to be coming over that afternoon that she decided on the later. So, closing her bedroom door behind her, she dropped the towel that had remained secured around her waist thus far, and got to work.

It took a great deal longer than anticipated, though that could have been put down to a very interesting discovery that she had made whilst searching under her bed: a pair of Jackson’s underwear. And that, of course, had prompted Raelyn to send a very flirty, borderline pornographic text to her said boyfriend, right after she had considered just how lucky she was that she had been the one to find it, instead of her mother when she came looking for clothes for the washing machine. ‘That would not have ended well,’ she smirked to herself, imagining the words Jean would have to say to Jonnie about her son after that one. They were already on their last warning, after having been caught in quite the compromising position in the mansion pool the month before, whilst surrounded by the younger students who had chosen then to start up an impromptu game of water polo, regardless of, and oblivious to, the teenagers who had been sucking face – among other things – on the pool steps. Upon remembering her father’s face at that particular incident, the redhead was unable to wipe the smile of her face, especially not after one of her frogs had jumped out from beneath the crotch of a pair of her own panties.

“You’re not the only one who jumps out of those things,” she smirked, catching Buster in her hands and stumbling to her feet to dump him back in his enclosure.

After that, it hadn’t taken Raelyn long to find Pickles, Buster’s mate. Though, all the “hadn’t taken longs” were starting to add up, and as she refilled their tank from the upstairs bathroom, the redhead could feel her anger towards her sister building up again. She couldn’t stay for breakfast, that was for sue, especially not with Megan downstairs. It wasn’t that she disliked their verbal warfare, but she wasn’t particularly interested in seeing her cousin making faces at Hope, or in seeing Kailey smiling at the both of them like they were the cutest couple in the world – incest and all. Romeo could have her breakfast for all she cared, it wasn’t like Jean or Kristen were home to stop her from skipping their Sunday Family Tradition. And, speaking of, she was very interested in finding out just where their parents had gotten to, and there was no better place to find out if they were on a mission than at the Base of Operations itself.

With her mind made up, Raelyn resumed her shower, taking her sweet time to wash her hair and shave her legs and do all the other necessary things. Seeing as most of her clothes were dirty and, thus, finally in the washing machine, it was Hope’s wardrobe she found herself scrounging through in search for something to wear. What she eventually produced consisted of a pair of tiny, denim cutoff shorts and one of her own singlet tops. Completing the outfit with a pair of boots and snagging her sunglasses from her desk she hopped back down the stairs, grabbed Kailey’s car keys from the hook by the front door, and had one leg outside before she dared call back to her sisters. “Going to Jackson’s!” she declared, slamming the front door behind her before Romeo could follow her out, or Kailey could realise she was planning on taking her car.

As embarrassing as it was to be seen in her older sister’s bright pink Mitsubishi Eclipse, Raelyn was soon pulling into the driveway of Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters – located conveniently, not a five minute drive from the Sparks’ residence – and making a beeline for the kitchen. One strip of bacon was not going to do her for breakfast, and Uncle Elijah’s bacon was usually just as good as Kailey’s.

[Innocent Lamb]

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L I V E SXX R E M A I N I N G : XXS E V E N


“Good morning, Shawnie,” Felicity cooed to her young son as she lifted him carefully from his crib, positioning him comfortably on her hip and pressing her pursed lips to the crown of his head. Just moments later, she was wrinkling her nose in disgust, and giving an exasperated sigh. “Can’t you just say hello like a normal person, baby? Do you have to poop your pants every time?” she asked, holding the blonde little boy out at arm’s length to look into his bright blue eyes. Her mild frustration didn’t last long, however; the open-mouthed smile her son wore was as irresistible as it had been the day before, and the day before that, and the day before that. His two front teeth had finally made an appearance, and although drool still dribbled down his chin, he was starting to look closer to his actual age. Felicity liked to think that toddler’s mostly incoherent mumbling in his response to that was his way of saying hello, and her own smile crawled onto her lips even as she carried him to the bathroom.

“You’re such a stinky boy, Shawnie,” she chastised him, as if he had any real hope of understanding what she was saying. Felicity had him laying on his back on the towel she had draped over the left side of the bathroom counter, and struggled to keep her expression composed as she peeled away the adhesive tabs of his diaper and caught of whiff of what lay inside. Despite her best efforts to not breath, not even through her mouth, she still gagged as she eased his body from the material and bundled it up, setting it down in the sink. She used a wad of toilet paper to wipe the smear from his bottom, then flushed that down the toilet.

“But it’s okay, Mommy still loves you. Yes, she does, yes she does,” the blonde told him, nuzzling her face into his soft stomach and blowing a raspberry there for good measure. When she lifted her face away to look at him, she did it cautiously. “And she’s very glad that you didn’t pee on her this time.”

Not willing to push her luck any further than that, she squatted in front of the sink to retrieve another nappy from the cupboard. She reached into the gaily printed plastic bag, her hand fumbling inside of it for a moment. Felicity swore, then cringed. “Sorry, Shawnie! Mummy didn’t mean that. Please, please don’t let that be your first word,” she begged, peering at him over the edge of the counter as if it would tell her whether or not he was going to obey that latest request. “Though ‘s**t’ would certainly be appropriate right now,” the blonde mumbled to herself, gazing forlornly at the empty diapers package. Once she had guaranteed that more weren’t going to magically appear, she sighed again and stood to her feet, expertly putting the last of the nappies on Shawn and silently praying it would last him the whole day, or, better yet, that he would miraculously learn how to tell her that he needed to use the toilet.

“Okay, come on, baby. We need to have breakfast so mommy can run down to the store and get you some more diapers, okay?” Shawn squealed as she lifted him again, and she winced, carrying him out to the kitchen this time.


Approximately half an hour later, Felicity had gotten herself and her son dressed appropriately for a run to the store – and the visit to the park and the “duckies” she foresaw her son throwing a tantrum for as soon as they were out of the house – and had found money enough to put in her pocket for the diapers as well as the few other necessities she had found herself to be lacking over the course of breakfast. Grabbing her cell and the keys to her apartment, she shoved them both into her bag and left her apartment, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, as she did every day, to get to the ground floor, the lobby, and ultimately out into the street. And that, of course, was when Shawn started squirming in her arms and pulling that oh-so-familiar face of his. “Do you need to go to the toilet already, baby?” she asked him, struggling once again to keep a pleasant smile of her face instead of the irritated expression that wanted so badly to make it onto her face. “Come on, you’re a big boy, you can hold it in, right?” The little boy’s lip quivered dangerously, and Felicity turned back around to trudge back up three flights of stairs, let herself back into her apartment, and wait for her son to decide that he didn’t even need to use the potty. By the time she got back outside, she was nearly in tears – better that than having the urge to beat Shawn’s head against the side walk.

Fortunately, Walmart wasn’t too far from her apartment building, and she faced no more disasters on her way there – not even the finance crisis she had been anticipating, due to the “drastically reduced prices” of the diapers she had been looking for. It wasn’t until she exited the store that catastrophe struck. Inside the store, with the music they had playing and the chatter of dozens of mothers, you would never have known about what was going on outside – not even the staff seemed to have been altered of the man-sized robot that was terrorising an elderly looking woman and a young boy who looked about six and would have had to have been her grandson. Without a second thought, Felicity was gritting her teeth, handing Shawn to the trustworthiest looking bystander, and popping her claws.

[Innocent Lamb]

N A M E :XX F E L I C I A XXH A R D Y
L I V E SXX R E M A I N I N G : XXS E V E N


After a good few months of sharing Abby’s bed with her and participating in Nightstalker activities – along with countless other... extracurricular assignments – Felicia Hardy probably should have learnt better than to expect any special treatment from the vampire slayer outside of her bedroom. In fact, sometimes it even felt like Abigail completely forgot that they did the horizontal tango almost every night. But then, she was a very different person out of bed, compared to how she was in bed. And honestly, Felicia had trouble deciding which she liked better. But if she had any qualms about what they were doing, they wouldn’t stay hidden for long. In saying that, she wasn’t at all concerned by the sudden mood change that seemed to have befallen her lover – and partner in crime. If anything, she considered herself lucky to have gotten the flirting she had out of her, before her guarded personality had snapped back into place. The Black Cat didn’t let it get to her or think too hard on it – she just wasn’t that type of person. Besides, Abigail Whistler wasn’t going to put her off that easily, especially not when she put up with Felicia’s own mood swings on a daily basis.

Felicia pursed her lips into a very exaggerated pout, one arm reaching out and landing on the brunette’s shoulder, her fingers pinching the muscle that joined her neck to her shoulder for just a moment, before her hand slid down her arm. “Aww, but babbbby,” she whined in response to Abigail’s remark about them being a “happy couple”. “I’m happy, you’re... happy, I think. Why can’t we be happy – and have breakfast,” she hastily added, “Together?” She rolled her eyes, both at herself and the fact that Abigail had chosen to caress her precious stereo instead of the busty blonde sitting right in front of her. Oh well, there had been quite enough caressing the night before, that was for sure, and there was undoubtedly plenty more where that came from.

Felicia sighed, pushing herself away from the table where the well-used and well-loved radio sat and adjusting the sheet around her body. Once again, she contemplated dropping it, but Abby’s words held true; “the guys” were, unless they were all hungover like Deke was, had to be hanging around somewhere. Despite her reputation, Felicia considered herself well above flashing any more than one of the infamous Nightstalkers. She was lucky they were even letting a so-called Avenger like her tag along with them, although they would never be able to stop her from turning up at the warehouse door every day, to see Abby if for nothing else.

“Okay, okay, I’m going. Bunch of hungry, vampire-slaying boys and an empty fridge are hardly a good combination. You don’t have to tell me twice. Though...” she trailed off, smirking to herself, “I do wonder why you automatically assumed I’d be staying. You’re not getting cocky on me now, are you?” Stepping closer to the brunette, she lifted one hand and pinched her cheek, pulling the skin away from her cheek and giving it a wiggle. “Don’t you worry, my little hellion. Felicia will always be here to scratch your itch whenever it needs scratching,” she cooed, putting on a teasing voice that was far from her own. Felicia gave her a wink, released her cheek and gave it a pat – one that was nearly hard enough to be considered a slap – and then, taking yet another necessary risk, she hit the stop button on the stereo. With a cheeky smile, she finally withdrew from the room, swaying her hips provocatively as she did so.

Although she was far from the brightest of the Avengers, Felicia was far from stupid. She knew turning up in the main room in a sheet would not bode well for either Abby or herself, and thus elected to find herself some clothes and dress in them before she dared go out for breakfast. The fact that there may not be any breakfast waiting for her by the time she made it out there was a “daredevil” risk she would have to take. Fortunately, despite the majority of her wardrobe being located back at the Avenger’s Tower, and the rest of it being too dirty to be worn, she did have her Black Cat costume on hand, and considering the exercised Abigail undoubtedly had in mind for her young protégée, it was appropriate. Felicia dressed in that as quickly as possible, leaving out the mask and gloves in favour of letting her hands and face breathe for once, then was making a beeline for the refrigerator.

From the look of things – and the smell – Abigail certainly hadn’t been lying when she had claimed that no one had been shopping for a “few days”. To Felicia, it looked more like no one had been shopping all week, unless the last person who had stocked the fridge had severely underestimated the amount of food that could be consumed in a matter of days. The blonde made a grab for the milk carton, surprised to find that there was any left at all. After taking a whiff of it, though, her surprise turned into disgust. It was off. And there were chunks floating in it. Gagging, she screwed the lid back on and shoved it back into the fridge. On a stroke of good luck, she located an unopened can of tuna at the back of the fridge with an expiry date that made it just edible, and a few slices of slightly stale bread in the bag on the counter. After straining the fish, she spread it out onto a slice of the bread, and she had her “breakfast” for the day. She shoved it into her mouth as quickly as possible, wharfing it down and willing herself not to think too hard about the quality of the bread of what the slightly chalky flavour could be.

After not too long at all, she was back in the training room, daring to turn off the music again in order to get Abigail’s attention. She stood with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly apart, her teeth holding her lower lip before her mouth curled into her trademark smirk. “How do you want me?”

[Innocent Lamb]

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[color-black]If was the first weekend all month that Shawn had been able to drive home from the university to see his family, and, although he would never admit it, he had sorely missed his parents and his brother during the time he had been away. Yet, somehow, he had still found himself pulling on his running shoes and grabbing his football to jog down to the park at just about the first sight of dawn. Well, old habits died hard, especially when the individual had no intention of killing this one off. While it had been obvious that he had no chance in convincing his parents to get out of bed – and subsequently leave each other’s arms and quit their stupid lovey-dovey murmurings to each other – and come with him, he had hardly even had to ask Eric to keep him company during his morning run. His younger brother was shaping up to be quite the football player, and while Shawn took pride in that little fact, he would never confess as much to the symbiote. Previously, he might have been a little jealous and angry that Eric had edged onto his turf – the football field – but now he had nothing but respect for his brother... and a little good ol’ sibling rivalry. Shawn couldn’t help it and he didn’t much try, they were brothers and despite the slight age difference – five years to be precise – they had always been fairly close. Yet, somehow, the blonde still found himself explaining again why he hadn’t visited in over a month.

“The coach wanted to whip us into shape,” he was saying as he jogged the length of the field, side-by-side with Eric. “If you had seen some of the guys on the team, you would understand,” he laughed, playfully nudging his brother with his elbow, “Even you could have given them a run for their money, bro. Honestly, I don’t know how half of them even got onto the team. It’s like they forget about their fans and fill their stomachs whenever football season finishes,” Shawn pulled a face, shaking his head in disgust. “The new kids reminded me of you,” he snickered, giving his trademark smirk, “They were all fighting to be the alpha male. As if we were going to let them before they proved themselves in an actual game. Still... I’d rather all the shoving that was going on than the bitching that the cheerleaders do. Though, from what I saw, that got pretty physical, too. There was a lot of hair pulling to be at the top of the pyramid. But seriously, as if anyone cares about the cheerleaders. It’s all about the quarterbacks, am I right?”

They reached the end of the field, and, jogging on the spot, Shawn stooped to grab the football from the spot of the grass where they had left it. He motioned for his brother to “go long”, then whipped his arm back, pushed it forward, and let the ball go flying through the air towards the other end of the half-length field. As soon as the ball was out of his hand, the muscular blonde male was running at full tilt after Eric, his intention being to either tackle him to the ground before his brother could snag the ball from the air, or to just plain beat him to the ball. Already, the rush that came with chasing down the ball – even if it was only training – pumped adrenalin through his veins, along with a burst of frustration when he realised Eric just might beat him to the ball. And, a few moments later, beat him he did. But Shawn was not quite ready to admit defeat, and tackled his brother from behind anyway, forcing his down onto the ground where he proceeded to try and wrestle the ball from his grip, laughing as he did so.

“C’mon bro, you gotta try harder than that if you wanna get into college football,” he taunted, managing to pull the ball free of Eric’s grip. Not willing to give his brother any chance to grab it back, Shawn stumbled to his feet and starting running back in the director he had just come from. After a few paces, he turned around and starting jogging backwards in order to face his brother. “And what about that college girl I hear you’re dating? She may not be the sporting type... but hey, don’t you think she’d rather settle for the best she can get? Especially when it comes to you? If you want to keep her, bro, you gotta go hard. And I mean that in every sense of the word,” he smirked, winking back at his brother and coming to a slow stop. But that only lasted long enough for him to perform a few mid-air pelvic thrusts where his brother could see, then he was turning around a running for his life. Still laughing.

This time, when he came to the end of the field, he jumped the fence and scooped his brother’s phone from the bench where they had left their stuff, quickly scrolling through his contacts until he found Kailey’s number. He hit dial and held the phone to his ear, waiting for the eldest of the Sparks’ siblings, who also happened to be his friend, to pick up her phone – or for one of her sisters to do it for her. As soon as the phone stopped ringing, he switched the settings to loud speaker, still running away from his brother as fast as his legs would carry him, hoping to avoid his wrath for as long as possible, for reasons that would soon be more than obvious.

“Ohh Kailey,” Shawn moaned into the device, holding the microphone up to his mouth and struggling to keep in his laughter. “Oh God I wish you were here right now. I am so, soooo hot for you.”

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