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 Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:28 pm
The tiles of the bathroom floor were grimy beneath Cyn’s bare knees as she knelt over the toilet bowl, the remnants of her meagre lunch decided to make an unwelcome return to the world. With a heavy sigh and a redraw throat Cyn leaned back against the bathroom vanity, her sapphire eyes closed and her lips curled into a disgusted grimace. The woman hated being pregnant, hated the lack of control she now had over her own body, hated that it prevented her from pursuing the carnal pleasures of her profession. However, there was one thing that she hated above all else – the fact that this pregnancy hadn’t even been her choice, that the stupid Endless bastards had chosen her to be a carrier of their next generation without giving Cyn a choice in the matter. “******** sons of bitches” Cyn grumbled for perhaps the thousandth time since she had woken to find herself heavily pregnant. Within her swollen abdomen the child gave a hearty kick, almost as if it desired to add to its mother’s annoyance and frustration.
“Just you wait” Cyn murmured as she winced lightly at the jab, climbing awkwardly to her feet and flushing the toilet. With one hand pressed against the small of her back, a vain attempt to quell the pain emanating from her spine, Cyn waddled (another thing she hated with a passion) back into the living room. For the most part, the room remained unchanged – still appearing as though it had been struck by a bomb, clothes and empty food containers littering every available space. There was however something new in the space, four something’s new if you counted them individually, their appearance causing Cyn to jump from irritated and frustrated to certifiably pissed.
“What the ******** are you doing in my apartment?” the woman snarled through gritted teeth, her words directed toward the grey haired intruder and the stroller of three infants at the man’s side. The man in question was rather dignified in appearance, with well-trimmed white locks and beard and a classic style clean-cut black suit.
The gentleman, who appeared to be in his early to mid fifties, seemed unaffected by Cyn’s tone and her choice of colourful language. As his lips parted to speak, his voice proved to be calm and even with a resounding note of power and authority behind it. “I am in your apartment because my wife and I have chosen -”.
“Stop right there” Cyn barked, interrupting the man’s answer to her question. “I will not be chosen for anything” the woman continued, her hands balling themselves into fists at her side. “That happens once before and I’m still dealing with the repercussions”. Sapphire orbs glanced downward at her protruding stomach, before turning icily back to the man.
“I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter” the elderly gentleman replied, a note of warning in his voice that indicated Cyn shouldn’t interrupt him again. “Our world is in the grip of civil war, one that poses a significant threat to all that we love and hold dear”. At his words he cast forlorn look at the sleeping infants, before lifting his dark eyes back to Cyn. “Therefore, in order to protect our children and their future, we thought it best to find guardians that would care for them and keep them safe like we are unable to”
Cyn’s visage contorted into a look of mixed anger and refusal at the ludicrous idea being proposed to her. She hated children! They were whiney, demanding, noisy, and above all else expensive. Too much money had already been spent on the child growing within her, and it hadn’t even been born yet – how much blasted money would three infants cost her.
“Meet Viktor, Amelia and Marcus” the man continued, pointing first to the red-headed child then the blonde infant and finally the sable-locked baby. If he was aware of Cyn’s expression and boiling internal rage he showed no sign of it.
“No! No way in hell am I caring for you little brat’s” the woman replied vehemently, blonde tresses bouncing as she shook her head. Her words however had fallen on deaf ears, for the man was no longer where he had once stood – infant he had disappeared entirely from the apartment. Much to Cyn’s disappointment, he hadn’t seen fit to take his children with him. As if on cue the three infants burst into shrill wails, their cries soon overshadowed by Cyn’s own furious screams.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:29 pm
“I hardly think that is age appropriate viewing” a suave masculine voice intoned from the doorway. His comment was directed toward the television set, in front of which sat three infants watching a rather bloodthirsty film.
A rather classless grunt was issued from the adult figure collapsed upon the lounge, followed by the comment – “I thought your kind needed an invitation to enter”
Orpheus gave a wide smile, flashing a set of pearly white fangs. “You shouldn’t believe everything you hear mon chéri” the vampire replied silkily, striding into derelict apartment. Dark russet orbs cast a disdainful look over the flat’s interior; taking in the discarded clothing, the food caked crockery and cutlery and the various infant related object strewn about. “I fail to comprehend why you insist upon living in such appalling conditions, especially when you have been offered more suitable accommodations within my humble abode” Orpheus commented facetiously, sweeping the collected dirt of a recliner and seating himself.
Cyn narrowed her sapphire eyes at the vampire, awkwardly pulling herself into a seated position so as to better glare at the unwelcome intruder. “It’s bad enough that you enslaved me against my will, yet you continue to further rub salt in the wound by wanting me living beneath the same tainted roof?” the pregnant woman hissed in reply.
The vampire seemed crushed by her words, placing a hand above where his heart once used to beat. “Why must you say such things mon chéri?” Orpheus uttered in his indelible French accent, “I have already vowed to make amends for the mistake that occurred in the heat of our shared passion”
A mischievous twinkle flashed through Cyn’s eyes, a similar expression reflected in the smile that spread across her lips. “Well you can start making good on that offer now” the woman declared, using the arm of the chair to climb to her feet. “I need to time to myself, god knows I deserve it, so I need you to watch the brats”. Brushing a hand through her mussed blonde locks, Cyn straightened her clothing before moving to seize her handbag from the mess that littered the dining table. “Oh, and seeing as you are so distressed by the conditions in which I live” the woman called over her shoulder, “why don’t you see to doing something about it?”. With a sarcastic smile Cyn disappeared beyond the door, the sound of her heavy footfalls echoing in the hall.
Being powerless to stop Cynthia from leaving, Orpheus could only watch as she disappeared. “It’s just you and me now peu ceux” the vampire declared softly, pulling a cell phone from his pocket to call a house keeping service. As the handset rang out shrilly in his ear, Orpheus cycled through the television stations until he clicked onto something more child-friendly.
Meanwhile, three sets of infant eyes widened as a group of disgustingly cute and fluffy creatures graced the screen in place of the violence and bloodshed the triplets had been enjoying. Lead by Viktor, the piercing cries of disturbed children soon drowned out the cutesy music issuing from the TV.
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Several hours later, Cyn returned. She seemed calmer and much more collected, having made a trip to the beauty salon for a haircut, pedicure and manicure combination. Unlike it had been moments after she had vacated her apartment, the pregnant woman returned to the sound of infant laughter and the dull, continuous noise of a vacuum cleaner. A frown passed across Cyn’s visage, wondering exactly where Orpheus had found such a device amongst her possessions. Fishing her keys from a small pocket within her handbag, Cyn unlocked the door and entered – hardly prepared for the sight that was to greet her.
Where there had once been piles of indecipherable mess and filth was now clean and fresh smelling carpet. Clean dishes, ones that had once been caked beyond recognition, now gleamed in a drying rack upon the sink. Clothes were ironed and lay folded upon the spotless dining table and layers of dust, that had been accumulating for the better part of a year, had now vanished. “At least he can manage to do something right” Cyn muttered to herself, setting her handbag beside a pile of clean laundry.
Lifting her eyes from inspecting the dirt-free floor, Cyn was momentarily stunned by the sight of a large black wolf within the confines of her flat. Even more shocking was spectacle of that same wolf lunging at a frantically crawling, and giggling, Marcus. If she hadn’t known who the wolf really was then her initial horror may have developed into sheer panic, thankfully Orpheus had seen to informing her of his many talents.
Beneath the playfully growling wolf, Marcus flailed and struggled – although the grin never vanished from his features. From behind the lounge twin war cries were issued, soon followed by toy mallet wielding Viktor and Amelia. The duo hurried as fast as they could manage toward the wolf and their struggling brother, beating at the ‘fearsome’ creature with the soft plastic hammers in their hands. Beneath the onslaught, the ebony canine whimpered and whined, forgetting Marcus as he rolled onto his back and waved his legs in the air. In an instant the triplets swarmed on him, hitting him with mallets and fisted hands while each of them laughed and giggled wildly.
Cyn rolled her eyes, a faint hint of a smile playing upon her lips. “I’ll put the kettle on” the woman stated sharply, eyes resting on the triplets and Orpheus, “would you like me to heat up a mug of blood for you Orpheus?”. The dark eyes of the animal lifted to meet Cyn’s, the wolf giving what appeared to be a nod. With a light sigh, Cyn turned upon her heels and marched back to the clean kitchen to set the jug to boil.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:30 pm
And The Household Grows
“Why won’t you be quiet?” the frazzled mother moaned, bouncing a squalling infant in each arm and using her foot to push the walker in which another child sat crying. In response the babies cried louder, eliciting another whine from the exhausted Cyn. The triplets had been crying for near on an hour and their mother had tried everything; nappy changes, feedings, baths and she had even gone so far as to play with them, to try and get them to quieten. So far, nothing had worked.
Pacing around the living room for what had to be the hundredth time that hour; Cyn shot a furious glare toward the door as a sharp knock was issued upon it. “If that’s another neighbour with a ******** complaint” the woman growled, stalking toward the door and flinging it open. “What?!” Cyn barked at the figure standing on the door’s other side, sapphire eyes blazing with fury despite her fatigue.
“I…I have a d…delivery for a…” the stammering delivery boy paused to look at his clipboard with wide and frightened emerald eyes before continuing, “a Cyn…thia Tremaine – i…is that y…you?”
“Yes that’s me” Cyn replied, her tone still harsh and demanding. “Delivery from whom and of what?” the irate woman continued, howling infants continue to be bounced and pushed as Cyn waited for an answer.
“I’m a…afraid I don’t k…know ma’am, and there is n…no return a…address either” the young man continued, swallowing down the knot of anxiety that had formed in this throat. “But if I c…could get a signature you could f…find out for yourself” the messenger continued, holding a clipboard out to Cyn.
Snorting in annoyance, the mother bundled Amelia into the delivery boy’s arms and took the clipboard from him. Using the wall to lean on Cyn signed beside her name, handing back the clipboard and begrudgingly taking back the wailing Amelia. “There! Can I have my package and then be rid of your presence?” Cynthia snapped, glaring at the courier.
“Here y…you are” the messenger replied, handed Cyn her package and hugging the clipboard close in preparation to run at the first possible chance. “Have a nice day” he added a moment later before scurrying down the hall and disappearing.
Slamming the door, Cyn turned and made her way back to the lounge, plonking herself upon it and shifting the package to her lap. Depositing Amelia and Marcus on the lounge beside her, and action that only caused them to bawl louder, the woman easily tore through the bindings that confined her package to reveal the contents within. A sandy coloured Ipod dropped into Cyn’s lap as she turned the package upside down and gave it a shake, a grin crossing her face for the first time in hours. The woman found that she suddenly had little care about who had sent her the parcel, caring only about the shiny new gadget in her possession.
“I’ve always wanted on of these” Cyn murmured to herself, delicately picking the Ipod up in cupped tanned hands. Her elation at her new toy faded instantly as sapphire orbs came to rest on the screen, a screen which revealed the contraption was stuck playing the song Nymphetamine by Cradle of Filth. Mashing several buttons had little effect, the screen remaining unchanged. “******** piece of junk” Cyn cursed, readying herself to throw device when it melted in her hand. Cringing, the ghoul flung the liquefied Ipod onto the carpet before brushing her clammy hands on the side of her pants.
A throaty cough rose upon the noise of the snivelling infants, startling Cyn and prompting her to turn around with raised fists.
“That’s hardly a proper greeting now is it” the coughing figure spoke, arching her eyebrow at Cyn. “Although I suppose I shouldn’t expect decent manners from someone who lives in a place like this” the female continued, commenting on the repulsive condition the apartment was in as a result of the failure of the housekeeper to turn up this week.
“Who the hell are you, and how the ******** did you get in my apartment?” Cyn fired in return, choosing to ignore the comments from the female brat and the male child that was silently hunkered behind her. Each one had distinctly lion-like features, the ears and the tail, and were around the same age – causing Cyn to conclude that they were twins.
“I shouldn’t even bother telling you considering that you asked so rudely, but I’m feeling generous. I’m Aubrey, and this pitiful creature is my brother Alter. And you brought us into your apartment, will our Ipod anyway – and now you’re stuck with us. Those are the rules” the lioness explained, smirking maliciously at Cyn. While she was partly lying, in regards to the fact there were no set rules; Aubrey knew that the woman would be none the wiser on the issue.
Cyn blinked several times; unable to believe that she was once again being dumped with children that she hadn’t asked for and frankly didn’t want. She had been about to burst into an angered tirade when she realised that the triplets had ceased their crying. Frowning, Cyn turned to find the three infants mesmerized and smiling at a twitching tail that was being dangled above them. As Aubrey had been explaining things to the ghoul, Alter had crept behind the lounge to where Viktor, Amelia and Marcus rested and was now entertaining where Cyn had failed. Pausing to reflect upon the situation, something which didn’t happen often, Cyn concluded that her new ‘children’ could be saddled with the triplets – something that would allow her the free time that Cyn felt she so aptly deserved.
“You sleep on the fold out lounge, and will be extensively responsible to for the trio of little monsters” Cyn issued coldly, standing to her feet. “I’m going for a bath, you feed them” she continued, motioning her thumb in the triplet’s direction before disappearing into the bathroom. A smirk graced her lips as she moved, wondering what other tasks she could delegate discourteous Aubrey and her brother.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:32 pm
“You’re late” a female voice stated flatly, the accompanying figures hazel eyes narrowing behind stylised glasses. Luella’s lips curled at the corners, hinting at the amusement she felt at tormenting the woman standing before her.
Cyn’s sapphire orbs darkened a shade, as she glared at the receptionist. As far as the expectant mother was concerned Dr Caron really should hire another, more suitable and personable, employee to greet his clients – but unfortunately that wasn’t Cyn’s decision. “If you had any idea how bothersome it is to get these little monsters ready to go anywhere, perhaps you would be more forgiving” was the ghoul’s snide retort, the statement accompanied by a smug expression. The triplets, or little monsters, glanced around from their vantage point in the stroller, none of the infants appearing to bare any of the ‘monstrousness’ their mother attributed to them.
Hardly one to be outdone, Luella straightened several piles of papers before turning back to Cyn. “And yet you’ve gone and got yourself knocked up and now expecting a forth little treasure” the receptionist replied brightly, an equally radiant smile gracing her lips. “The doctor will see you now” Luella added quickly, moving to greet an arriving couple.
Being left to gape in shock and outrage, Cyn turned on her heels and stalked toward Dr Caron’s office. “See their taken care of” the woman barked over her shoulder, thumbing in the direction of the triplets.
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A short time later, after having been handled and cosseted by a number of adults, the triplets were finally set down amongst a mass of pillows in the obstetrician’s day-care centre. Pulling themselves into seated positions; first Viktor, then Amelia and finally Marcus, the triplets surveyed the room with keen eyes that seemed almost predatory in their depth and seriousness. None of the other children instantly caught the trio’s attention, all of them appearing similar with no extra appendages or unusual features and colouring – that wasn’t until a furred figure entered their line of sight. The child was distinctly wolven in appearance, pronounced snout and upright ears, and was covered in a thick pelt the colour of salt-and-pepper.
Viktor grinned, a look that crossed most infant’s lips when they were given a bottle or a piece of candy, and pointed the other boy out to his siblings – each of whom was soon wearing similar delighted expressions. Dropping onto his hands and knees Viktor, the middle child of the group, led the rapid crawl toward the unsuspecting wolf. The trio had already been exposed to wolves when Orpheus had allowed them to defeat and dominate him in this form, although at the time it had only been a game. This time around the intended target child was not apart of the infants games, and the triplets intentions were far darker.
Unaware that he was being approached, Conner continued to play with the blocks – building a tower that rose ever higher. Without warning the tower crumbled, Viktor’s grinning face emerging from amongst wreckage. The wolf infant whimpered, catching sight of Amelia and Marcus out of the corner of his vision. Babbling something indecipherable, although non the less threatening and dark, the trio’s leader laid hold of a curved block and lunged at the frightened Conner; beating him with all the strength and force his meagre limbs could muster. Following Viktor’s lead, the eldest and youngest of the triplets joined their brother in his onslaught; using balled fists and sharp teeth to inflict further anguish on the screaming and thrashing wolf.
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“Sorry to interrupt doctor” a familiar voice from the door spoke, Luella’s frame entering the room a moment later, “but we have a problem with Ms Tremaine’s children”. In the presence of the doctor, the receptionist had little choice but to be polite to Cyn, much to the other woman’s delight. “You mean the little treasures that you were speaking about earlier?” the pregnant woman replied sweetly, wiping the ultrasound fluid from her stomach and lowering her shirt once more. “What delightful things have they been up to?” Cyn continued, muttering her thanks to the doctor and following Luella from the examination room.
“They attacked another child, without warning and without provocation” Luella informed, scowling as she moved to curl herself in the chair behind the reception desk. Beside the desk rested the triplets, once more strapped in their stroller and looking rather pleased with themselves.
Cyn paused, blinking several times and looking bewildered. “And the problem with that it?” she replied, tilting her head to the side and frowning.
Luella baulked; unable to believe that Cyn would condone the actions of her children.
“Fine” Cyn sighed, kneeling awkwardly so that she was at the triplet’s level. “That was a very bad thing you did, attacking that other child for no reason” the woman intoned uninterestedly, waggling her finger lazily. “Never do it again, ever”. Standing to her feet once more, Cyn smirked at Luella. “Happy?” she enquired, although she didn’t wait around to hear the answer. Turning the stroller toward the door, Cyn marched out with a confident smile – and, although she didn’t turn around, she had no doubt Luella was staring after her in dumbfound disbelief.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:34 pm
Growth LOTK You here Viktor Amelia and Marcus all start to giggle rapidly, as it got louder..... and louder..... and louder..... AND LOUDER! Xpressionless Grumbling and muttering obscenities, Cyn yawned and slowly opened her unwilling eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, the movements of the baby within her and the antics of the triplets seeing to that, and was none to grateful at having been awoken.
“This had better be the funniest things ever, or the three of you will be in serious trouble” the woman growled, sitting up awkwardly and peering over the back of the lounge to where the triplets had been playing. LOTK When you get to the room you see 2 boys and 1 girl all looking from 3-4 giggling, than you notice sharp teeth, ohhh pointy......
But they also all seem to have different moddy looks as well.... Hmmmm.....
Viktor
Amelia
Marcus
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:40 pm
Great. Just ******** great! The monsters have grown, spawned into even more bothersome rodents. I didn’t even think it could get any worse, but I guess I was wrong but obviously that’s not true.
They’re already wreaking havoc. Nothing fits them anymore, they can’t survive on milk and mushy foods – now they require ‘proper’ meals, balanced nutrition of some s**t; at least that’s what fang face keeps spouting. Apparently they have to meet people now, develop social skills or some bullshit like that. Hell there are three of them, why the ******** should I have to take them out and give up my time? Although it would be amusing to watch them torment someone else for a change.
…WHO THE HELL DOES ORPHEUS THINK HE IS ANYWAY! WHO IS HE TO TELL ME HOW TO RAISE CHILDREN? WHO IS HE TO TELL ME ANYTHING! HE TURNED ME INTO WHAT I AM! HE ******** OWES ME FOR THAT – I ON THE OTHER HAND DON’T OWE HIM s**t! HOW CAN HE DISH OUT ADVICE WHEN HE ONLY HAS ONE CHILD, NOT TO MENTION ALL THE HELP THAT MONEY CAN BUY!
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
The creature’s just broke something! Why did they have to grow? At least they were less mobile before they sprouted into overgrown fanged insects.
- Cyn
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:40 pm
The brats are enrolled in school; this is cause for a celebration…which would consist of a stiff drink if I weren’t STILL pregnant! Finally they will be someone else’s burden for a few hours a day; although if I had my way they would be boarding at some school far, far away, and I would only ever see them on holidays – if that even.
Orpheus decided to be an unwelcome presence when I told the monsters, insisting I do that whole riot act s**t; telling when they can and can’t do, what’s acceptable and what isn’t. Fang face assumed I gave a ********, when frankly I think the rodents should give the teacher’s and other rats as hard a time as possible. They might as well assert their dominance now, and then no one will ******** them over later. But no, we can’t have such displays in front of the vampire; can’t run the risk of him cutting me off as punishment. He’d have never done that before, but then the parasite’s had to be dumped here and change everything.
Is anything good going to come from housing these ******** children?
- Cyn
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:41 pm
Like any other day Heaven start to make her way to school, walking down the sidewalk cheerfully as she started to see the roof of the school. Kitty only needed to walk her to school the first week.
The triplets stood in a collective huddle at the school’s gate, a trio of eyes watching the large buildings with apprehension. They had already received the third degree from Cyn about behaving, although none of the toddlers had paid too much interest – something that wasn’t uncommon. Their guardian wasn’t exactly the most attentive or interested parent, leaving the triplets to own devices.
“What are ‘posed to do?” Amelia asked, holding a stitched and restitched rabbit toy in her arms.
Both of her brothers shrugged. “Cyn said we meant to learn stuff” Viktor replied, being the boldest of the three. “Means we have’ta go in their with others..” he continued, thumbing his finger in the direction of the school.
Heaven continued to walk up the stairs to the front dooor of the school she looked at the watch that Kitty gave her and saw that she had some extra time, so she walked over to a shady tree and sat under it.
She took out a pink and yellow cd player and started to listen to some of her favorite child songs.
“Let’s go” Viktor instructed, pushing through the gates and into the school grounds. Amelia and Marcus followed. The trio hadn’t walked far before their leader came to a sudden stop. “Over ‘dere” the red-head announced, pointing to the tree beneath which Heaven sat. Marcus’s lips curled in disgust at the older child, whose bright pink wings were obvious even from this distance. Although the triplets had only encountered a wolven infant up to this point, they held the same unexplainable contempt for those who didn’t possess strictly human qualities.
Within moments Heaven found herself surrounded by three toddlers, each of which was watching her with a dark expression. “Why do you ‘ave those?” Viktor demanded, arms crossed over his chest as he nodded toward her wings. “’Dere ugly and you’re not normal ‘cause of them”
Heaven just looked up and the three younger kids and stood up being much taller than they are.
You mean these?
Said Heaven pointing at her wings and than looking up at her halo.
She looked back down at the three children.
I'm an angel of course! I was born with them, all angels are.
Said Heaven lifting up an eyebrow at the three.
Viktor, Amelia and Marcus just stared up at the girl impassively, unaffected by her attempts to intimidate them. With his arms still crossed over his chest, Viktor replied – “That’s what I said”. His voice was cold, something that one wouldn’t expect for a child his age. He hadn’t been taught to speak in such a way, hadn’t had someone older and wiser speak to him in that manner, it was simply something he knew.
“An angel…?” Marcus commented condescendingly, quirking his eyebrow at Heaven.
“You don’t b’long here” a third voice spoke, female and clearly belong to Amelia.
“This place is for normal ‘eople, not freaks like you” Viktor sneered, glaring at Heaven.
Heaven's eyes glowed a quick bright pink and than faded.
Welll than I guess you three will be seeing a lot more freaks than for I aint the only one with wings ya know!
Said Heaven giving a tad bit of a cold stare at the three.
Has your mother taught you any manners?!
Said Heaven as she gathered her books and backpack and started to walk away towards the building.
At this new information the triplets seemed to brighten. Perhaps school wouldn’t be so bad with other mixed breeds to torment. Not being about to allow Heaven be free of their vicious comments Viktor hurried after her, Amelia and Marcus following closely behind. Even though she was a freak in their opinion, the triplets were still new to this school and had little knowledge of where they were going and what they were meant to do – hence they need a guide of sorts.
“No, and she isn’t our mother – her name is Cyn” the child informed Heaven as he caught up with her, the faint hint of longing and sadness buried beneath his words. Inhaling sharply in preparation for his next words, Viktor continued on. “Sorry” he said quietly from between gritted teeth, “for what we said”. He wasn’t truly sorry, but even those like Heaven needed to feel they were important at times. “We’re new ‘ere, we don’t know where to go and how to act”
Heaven just stared at the three triplets with a bit of a glare in her eyes as they trail the three triplets.
Than she rubbed her forehead and looked up into the sky and looked back down at them.
Fine.... follow me...
Said Heaven as she continued to walk up the stairs making sure that they stayed close behind her.
With the same unreadable expressions, the triplets returned Heaven’s glare. Irritated that such a lowly creature was showing such insolence, the toddlers fought to keep this emotion from creeping into their countenances in order to continue the illusion that Heaven was important.
“What are ‘dey for?” Amelia asked, moving up beside Viktor. Unlike most children her age, who would have been curious and excited at meeting a creature with wings, Amelia’s voice held none of this feelings; cold and empty instead. “Can you fly with ‘dem? Or do ‘dey just make you look different?”
Not even turning around to look at the three ruse children she says.
Yes... I can fly with them but not quite yet, I'm still learning..... My also adoptive mother is teaching me how now listen up right now we are in the elementary school. I have to bring you towards the Kindergarden classes okay? Just follow me.....
Said Heaven as she walked through a set of double doors.
Biting back the sharp words that threatened to escape his lips, dealing with Heaven’s rudeness toward them, Viktor glanced to his siblings to gauge their reaction on the girl. Similar hard expressions graced Marcus and Amelia’s features, each on fighting to keep their sentiments in check.
“Why would you want’ta fly?” Marcus asked, crossing his arms over his chest to hide his balled hands. People like Heaven, those who weren’t as pure-blooded as themselves, should be submitting to the triplets demands without the attitude.
*She turned her head and looked at the three*
Every angel flies, it's a uh angel thing.... hmmm we are almost there.... do you know what room number your class is?
“What’s the point?” Viktor replied, picking up where his brother had left off. “Why do you need wings to fly when ‘dere are planes and things?”. There was no doubt that he was scoffing at Heaven’s explanation, his tone covering up his annoyance that there seemed to be an exclusive club in which Heaven was a member and they were not.
“No” Amelia replied to the angel’s second question, fishing a piece of paper out of her backpack. “This is all we know” she continued, handing the note to Heaven while ensuring she didn’t physically touch the girl.
One the paper was written:
Ms. Dragoneddy – Kindergarten.
Heaven looked at Viktor.
Why of course I would use those but the wings are for certian type of angel things that I'll probably find more about later on in my life when I get older, now what do we got here?
Said Heaven as she took the note and looked at it.
She smiled.
That won't be too hard at all, just follow me okay? We are gonna go to the main office, so try to memorize it. You go there when you have to drop off notes or see the principle or ask any questions.
Said Heaven still holding the note as she continued to walk once again.
Angel things…, Viktor thought to himself, frustration and annoyance passing through his eyes at the prospect that the half-breeds were uniting. That would be something that would have to be monitored. Remaining silent for the moment he followed after Heaven, head held high in defiance of those who would think poorly of him for keeping such company.
Not returning the smile, Amelia wrapped her arms tighter around her soft toy and continued to walk.
“Is the prin…ci…pal normal?” Marcus inquired, sounding out the new word to ensure he pronounced it correctly.
Heaven rolled her eyes and gave a light nod to Marcus's question.
yes.... he is.... but don't expect them all to be.... where here
Said Heaven walking inside.
Sitting at a big desk was a woman with glasses on but here was something different about her too.
For she had two large ELF ears sticking out of her head. Why she was an elf....
She looked up and smiled at Heaven.
Can I help you with anything sweety?
She asked.
Heaven nodded and started to ask about the room that the teacher was in.
Marcus nodded sharply to show that he was pleased with the response, making no further comment about what other breeds they might encounter while at school. Following Heaven and his siblings into the office, the toddler stopped in his tracks at the sight of the woman that greeted them. Lifting his hands to his own rounded ears, the child mimicked a pointed action to Viktor and Amelia – each of whom nodded to show they understood what he meant.
The same open hostility they had shown to Heaven remained concealed within the presence of the adult – deeming that she was in a powerful position and deserved masked respect. With their moody expressions, the trio waited for Heaven to start moving again.
With a nod and three lollypops Heaven walked back up to the three.
Okay your room is k203, I know where that is too so come on we are almost there and also look what she got you...
Said Heaven letting out the three pops in her hands handing them to the children.
Taking the lollypops, the triplets held onto the sugary treats and made no move to eat them. Who knew what the elf-eared woman could have done to them – half-breeds were tricky like that. Turning upon his heel and heading back out of the office, Viktor motioned for Amelia and Marcus to follow. Huddling in their collective group once more, the trio waited for Heaven to lead them to their classroom.
“The sooner this day is over, the better…” Marcus murmured, loud enough to only be heard within their little group.
“I need a bath” Amelia added, shuddering.
Heaven continued to walk once again looking for the room number when she stops in front of a door.
Here we are! Room k203! Now listen you three, your teacher may be to you what you call a freak so you better respect them! Now just memorize this spot and walk into the door and take a seat. Okay? Now I must leave you to your own, other students and the teacher Ms. Dragoneddy will now help you out.
tidus sat on a carpet playing with some blocks. it was the first time hed been without clarissa in like forever and this "school" was strang but he did hope he would make some new friends here.
The shy little kitten boy came into the classroom, with a little red backpack on his back. It was his first day in school, so he was nervous, but he wanted to meet the other children and possibly make friends.
tidus looked up at the other childled who had come into day. he got up and walked over to him. "Hello are you new too!" he said standing right in front of the other boy.
Shidiomi nodded and looked toward the floor a little embarressed. "Yeah, I am...." He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets and looked up, "...what's your name?"
Viktor appeared livid, Amelia and Marcus standing behind their siblings in an equal angered state. Had the half-breed child just told them to do something, demanded they act in a certain way and treat others in a particular fashion? In the triplets eyes this was hardly appropriate behaviour from someone of Heaven’s station, and the girl was about to be told thus. Stepping forward until he was mere inches from the older child, Viktor’s lips pulled back from his elongated fangs as words hissed from his mouth – “Remember your place freak, and don’t give us orders ever again!”
Not bidding Heaven a farewell or offering her thanks for showing them around, something that would be unlikely to occur on the best of circumstances, the red-headed child motioned for his siblings to enter the classroom; shooting a final glare at Heaven before following suit.
As they entered, Tidus was greeted with a slight nod from the triplets while Shidiomi was blatantly ignored. Eager to see this day finished; Viktor, Amelia and Marcus seated themselves in adjacent seats and waited for the teacher.
Heaven just stared at the three and gave a glare.
Spoiled brats!
She hisses under her own voice as she turns around and leaves also not giving a good bye.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:43 pm
LOTK You hear your window open and than quickly close. When you get to the spot you see some presents.... ohhh now what could this be?
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:44 pm
A black streach limo pulls up next to an indoor waterslide/pool building. Spencer jumps out of one of the limo's back doors. "Come on mama!" He says "we's gonna be late!" "I'm coming Spencer" Creea says stepping out of the car. "Thanks for the ride Seto" "Whatever..." Seto mutters driving off. "Come on mama!!" Spencer says Grabbing Creea's arm and dragging her inside the building. Creea looks around The area "I wonder where they could be..." “Would you little monsters hurry the hell up?” Cyn barked, pausing her waddling to turn and glower at the triplets who were busy tormenting a small furred creature they had stumbled upon.
For a moment the toddlers appeared to merely ignore their guardian’s words, continuing to poke and prod the terrified animal, but slow they turned and followed after Cyn.
Turning upon her heel and continuing on, the heavily pregnant woman sighed with relief as the indoor aquatic centre came into view. “About damn time” she mumbled, looking forward to resting her aching feet and giving the triplets something else to do other then torment her. This was the only reason she had agreed to this ‘play date’ or as Cyn preferred to refer to it – ‘fork the devil children off on someone else for the afternoon’ date.
Spying the building from around their mother’s girth, the triplets hurried ahead and into the building, already concocting ideas about the mischief and mayhem they would be able to reek with the added aid of water. Only half knowing the purpose for their outing, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus charged straight passed Spencer – searching for more ‘interesting’ children to ‘play’ with.
“You Creea?” Cyn asked, ascertaining the mystified woman was probable the person her who contacted and organised this encounter. Not wanting for an answer, the blonde-haired female continued into the building. “I need to sit down” she added over her shoulder, supposing she should attempt to make nice.Creea looked at Cyn for a bit and finally says "Yes, I'm Creea. You must be Cyn! This is Spencer, say hi Spencer-san" Spencer looks up at Cyn "Hi fat lady!!" He then Giggles and Walks off to find those kids who ran past him. Creea looks shocked "I'm sorry, He's never said that to anyone before, Basically because he just learned to talk today!" Creea sighs and sits down.
Meanwhile, Spencer had found the Triplets and Taps them on their backs. "Hi! I'm Spencer!" He says smiling, his eyes glowing brightly "You must be Viktor, Marcus, and Amelia!" His eyes glow brighter and he starts to get really excited. "We's gonna have lots of fun!" he says practically jumping up and down. “The one and only” Cyn replied, smirking briefly before her expression slackened and returned to normal. At Spencer’s comment, the woman paused and debated whether to make a snide remark in return, but for once decided against it – after all she had been called worst things in her life, and fat lady was hardly the worst. “It doesn’t matter” Cyn said with a shrug, finally finding herself a comfortable and dry seat and flopping awkwardly into it. “Besides, if that’s the worst thing he ever says you’ll be lucky” she added, smirk returning. Children were rather impressionable at such a young age, and Spencer would be no exception – especially when he was choosing the triplets as company. Cyn’s infant trio were hardly renowned for being the most polite and respectful toward others, and their language was no exception. If Spencer hadn’t learnt another few ‘choice’ words by the end of this play date, Cyn would be greatly surprised.
Having been standing at the water’s edge, floaties attached to their arms their bare arms and backs, the triplets were prepared to face and dominate the pool – and the other children in it. They were looking as fearsome as they could manage, considering they could hardly cross their arms, although this appearance was shattered as they were each tapped upon the back. Jumping in startled unison, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus turned to Spencer. There was something familiar about the name; they had heard it somewhere before – but where? “You’re the kid were here to play with?” Marcus asked, piecing the various clues together quicker then his siblings.
“So what do you wanna do first?” Viktor asked, appearing to either not have noticed or ignored the flashing of the other child’s eyes. Spencer appeared normal, and for the moment that was all that mattered. Creea smirked a bit "Yeah, You should hear my Caregiver..." She says "He's my older cousin...Man...did his parents fight alot or did he see alot of R rated movies..." She laughs and looks around for Spencer "Where'd that little..."
Spencer thought for a moment "Lets go swimming!" He says Taking off his shirt and jumping into the water without his Floaties. Spencer starts to swim around a bit and then yells out "Come on guys! the water's great!"
Creea Has finally spotted Spencer and Shot up "SPENCER!!!!" She screams running over to him. "Okay who pushed him in?!" She says the the triplets Angerly. "I'm fine mama!" Spencer says " I can swin with out swimmies"Only half listening to Creea’s story about her past, Cyn found herself more concerned with waving down an attendant that would fetch her a drink and something to eat – finding herself rather famished after the walk to the pool complex. Catching the eye of a rather attractive young man, appearing the waiter attire that was common dress for those who attended to the café portion of the centre, Cyn waved him over. “I’ll have a mug of tea” she instructed, although she would have much preferred but had been advised to avoid it because of her condition, “and most delicious and unhealthy baked good that you have”. She had been about to suggest that Creea order something when she realised the other woman was no longer seated beside her – not having even heard the mother scream her son’s name. With her enhanced senses Cyn was able to hear the conversation from her, an angered frown crossing her lips. Did she just automatically blame the monsters for something?, the woman thought darkly, sapphire eyes narrowing. Although she may not have been overly fond of the triplets, she hardly appreciated something accusing them without just reasoning. “The nerve” Cyn growled, scowling at Creea’s back. “That will be all” she added a moment later, waving off the waiter. As far as she was concerned, Creea could go hungry.
Much like his guardian was glowering at Creea’s from behind, Viktor was openly glaring at the woman’s front. “We didn’t push him in!” the toddler shouted in defiance, hands balling into fists at his sides, “so don’t accuse us when you don’t know nuffin’ – you STUPID IDIOT!”.
During the course of his tirade, Marcus and Amelia had slipped quietly away from their brother and now stood smirking behind Creea. Although it would have been unknown to the adult, the triplets shared a strong bond – one that allowed them to communicate freely, and silently, between their minds. The skill wasn’t developed much yet, but Viktor hadn’t needed many words to instruct them on what to do.
“I don’t want the yellow floaties, I want the blue ones!” Amelia cried, shoving Marcus firmly in the chest. Stumbling backwards, Marcus quickly recovered and glared at his younger sister.
“The blue ones are mine!” he bellowed in reply, shoving his sister back hard enough to ensure she bumped into Creea while Amelia herself remained upon the pools edge. Sure enough the plan worked, the push sending Amelia ploughing in Creea’s legs with enough force to send the adult toppling into the pool.Creea, who had just been pushed into the pool, came up for air and smirked. "So that's how you wanna play eh?" She says with eyes shining silver. She then splashes them and giggled like a little kid.
Meanwhile, Spencer had gotten out of the pool and walked over to the triplets. His head was down and his Hands were balled into fists. "How..Dare you!!" He Says lifting his head to find his eyes have gone from a happy bright amber to a slightly orange black. He takes a few steps closer to them. "You three are mean little weirdos!" He says in a deep tone of voice "And you know what i do to mean little weirdos?!" He takes one more step and starts laughing like his father did before he went to the happy house. He then runs at them with a top speed and punches them all in the face. "That's what i do!" He then laughs crazily.
Creea, who was still in the pool. Stared at Spencer as her eyes turned back to a normal brown. "SPENCER RYAN ANTSU!" She says getting out of the pool. "Say your sorry now!" Spencer turns to his mother "What do i have to say sorry for mama?" His eyes back to their original color. "We were just play'in...." "I saw you punch them..." Creea says "Now say your sorry to Cyn and the triplets!" "But i didn't mama!!" Spencer Yelps crying. Creea sighs deeply "I'm sorry Cyn...we'll just leave now..." Creea says picking spencer up and heading for the chair where she had left her bag. "Good bye..." Creea says picking her things up and heading for the door with Spencer still crying on her back.As the triplets ‘accidentally’ caused Creea to tumble into the water, Cyn burst into laughter – stifling the expression of delight with her hands so as not to betray her amusement to the sopping woman. While she hated when the triplets pulled such pranks on her, Cyn had to admit that she didn’t mind in the slightest when someone else was on the receiving end. Resting heavily on the arm of the chair as she pulled herself onto her feet, the expectant mother made her way toward her trio and the pair in the pool.
Wearing matching smirks of satisfaction the triplets stood triumphant on the pools edge, arms crossed crookedly over their chests. Not fearing whatever wrath Creea would manage to summon and directed toward them, the toddlers were hardly expected her to be pleased at being soaking wet – nor were they expecting her to return the favour. With water beading and dripping down their skin, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus each appeared shocked and confused. Adults were supposed to behave so, so childish, they were meant to yell and scream and go red in the face – but not laugh and giggle.
“How do we what?” Amelia replied fiercely as Spencer approached them, having been the first to register his footfalls behind him. “It was an accident, we didn’t mean for it to happen!” the girl hissed, lying through her teeth. In response to the anger being directed toward them, Amelia’s golden orbs began to shift to a bright and vibrant blue, the fanged canine teeth within her mouth lengthening.
Moving to stand by their younger sibling Viktor and Marcus glared at Spencer, having been about to fire a sharp retort when the boy rushed at toward the trio and struck them each hard upon the face. For a moment the triplets jaw slackened, never having expected such a seemingly stupid child to perform so insolent an act, but realisation some came crashing down upon them. Most toddlers would have cried, screamed for their mothers and the comfort of their embrace, but not this group of toddlers. “You did too, you’re a liar!” Amelia shrieked at Spencer, caring little for his tears. “How did this get here if you didn’t hit us?” she added, pointing to the deep red mark gracing her cheek.
Appearing unaffected by the attack on her ‘children’, Cyn watched with a bored expression as Creea disciplined her son – something she wouldn’t have bothered with if Spencer had been in her charge. Better they learn to stick up for themselves and be assertive, rather then let people walk all over them, the woman thought to herself, her own form of justification for allowing the triplets behaviour to go unchecked. Shrugging off the apology, Cyn watched Creea walk a ways before saying – “You don’t have to go. God knows the little blighters deserved a good whack”. Her comment sounded caring and callous even to her ears, but Cyn hardly cared.Creea turned around and looked at Cyn. Her eyes were fully back to normal but they looked almost as if she was about to cry. "I'm really sorry..." She began. "What you just saw was my...Other side" She then puts Spencer down who stands next to Creea Timidly with eyes half dim half shining. Creea turns away from them. "You see.." Creea says "My mother...was the silver angel...And she passed her powers down to me...Which makes me the silver angel, So when my eyes turn silver...It may look like me...but it's not me...."
Spencer, who was now sitting on the floor looking confused started repeating to himself. "Remember what lily said..." Oh god, Cyn thought to herself, managing to disguise her sudden panic, please don’t let her start to cry, I don’t want to have to deal with some snivelling woman. “What the hell are you apologising for – you make it seem like I care” the woman replied as Creea finished speaking, clicking her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “So you lineage means you have a split persona, big deal! As long as you do anything that could cause me harm or affect my livelihood then we’re on amicable terms.” Nodding firmly, Cyn turned her attention back to their table and the food that had arrived. “I took the liberty of ordering a meal for myself, you’re welcome to do the same” the woman stated, as if Creea required her permission to order herself something.
Although still furious with the impudent child that had caused them injury, the triplets decided to forgo a drastic and cruel course of actions seeing as Spencer was now nothing more then a whimpering mess.
“Are you just going to sit there and cry like a baby?” Viktor asked firmly, watching the other boy was a dark expression. “Or are you going to come on the waterslides with us?” he asked, the closest thing to forgiveness and tolerance as Viktor and his siblings could get.Spencer Looked at the triplets and stepped away from his mother who was completely Shocked at what Cyn had said. Spencer walked over to them and said "I'm coming...But next time we have a playdate i'm bringing my older brother...He takes after my mom only he has anger issues..." he then Smirked and ran over to the waterslide. "Last one to the top is a rotten egg!" Spencer says running up the steps to the top of the water slide.
Creea, Who was looking down at the floor, flags a waiter down and says "May i have a cherry cola with a slice of apple pie please?" The waiter nods smiling "Your the politest person i've served today" he says walking back to the kitchen to take the order. Creea then walks over to Cyn and tries to smile and says. "It's not really a split personality...it sort of is...but it isn't" Creea turns around to see Spencer on top of the water slide. She whispers "Dear god almighty save his soul..." Then she puts her head on the table. “That’s if there is a next play date” Viktor stated darkly, hardly appreciating the other boys threats after they had extended him quite the courtesy. Spencer had been the one to physically assault them, yet he felt in such a position that he required his elder brother to fight his battles – which at least meant the triplets had succeeded in instilling fear in the child.
With sullen expressions, the trio paid little heed to Spencer’s comment and climbed the waterslide stairs at their own pace. For the moment they would bide their time, but sooner or later they would take vengeance against the impertinent child whom had caused them so much undue grief – the abundance of water surrounding them spurring several ideas within the toddler’s minds.
If she had noted Creea’s shock at her words, Cyn failed to express any insidious emotion or comment in return. “Someone’s fishing for extra tips” the woman muttered in response to the waiter’s comment, returning to her earlier seat.
“Really? Well it sounds like the classic symptoms of split personality disorder to me” Cyn replied, sapphire eyes dark with exasperation. “How exactly is it different?” the blonde-headed female continued, still not buying Creea’s declaration that her condition wasn’t that same as the one Cyn had attributed. Shifting her attention briefly to the boy atop the waterslide, Cyn snorted with disgust at Creea’s reaction. “You worry to damn much” she stated forcibly, brushing lightly tanned fingers through her hair. “Kids are meant to have fun and potentially break limbs – makes for much amusement from those watching” Cyn added, no hint of humor in her words to suggest that she was only joking.Spencer had already reached the top and was going down the slide. "Wheee!!!" He says squealing with delight.
Creea started at Cyn and then sighs muttering "So i have to explain the damn transformation phase."Reaching the top of the slide just in time to hear Spencer’s cries reverberate back up the tunnel, the triplets rolled their eyes. How one child could prove to be so over-active and irritating the trio was having trouble comprehending, and they were hoping for an extensive break from Spencer before having to deal with again - especially as this would allow them to concoct a plan to avenge the boy’s earlier attack on them. Seating themselves in the top of the slide, the toddlers followed quickly behind one another as they pushed themselves off – Viktor going first, followed by Amelia and then finally Marcus.
Cyn frowned at the other woman as she sighed. “I hate to point this out, well not really, but you were the one who didn’t accept my definition. Seems only far that you should now have to endure explaining this ‘transformation phase’ in explicit detail” the woman replied in a dark tone. Creea gives Cyn a glare which then faded as she calmed down. she then sighs getting ready to explain. "You see...I come from a very....Strange kind of family..." She then sighs once more. "I was born to a woman with Angelic blood running through her veins...When me and my sister were born....Our eyes would flash...Mine would flash silver...and My sister's Red...This meant that we take after our mother...I'm the Silver angel..or the hero angel and my sister is The blood angel or the Death angel...And when we turn a certain age which is unknown...We will litterally turn into our half human half angel selves...I will get silver wings and my sister will get Red wings...Get it now?" Creea then turns away from Cyn
Spencer has gone down the slide on his stomach. So when he reaches the bottom he hits his head on the shallow water floor. He then manages to climb up the stairs of the pool and lie down.Smiling sweetly, if falsely, as Creea as the woman shot Cyn a glare, the pregnant woman turned her attention to her tea and slice of chocolate mud cake as the explanation began. Half listening to Creea and half focused on her meal, eating slowly to savour the delicious explosions on flavour on her palette.
“I think you get the wrong end of that genetics bundle – death angel sounds much more exciting, not to mention infamous” Cyn commented with a smirk, turning back to her food as Creea continued. Get it now? Is she implying I’m stupid?, the woman growled inwardly, glaring at the woman seated opposite her. “Yes” Cyn hissed through gritted teeth, “I understand perfectly, but that hardly dispels my early diagnosis of split personas”
Moments after Spencer climbed from the pool a trio of splashes issued from the water as the triplets hit it, the toddlers instantly bobbing to the surface due to their floaties. Kicking and clawing their way to the side and climbing out, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus moved to stand over Spencer. “What are you doing?” Viktor demanded, poking the boy sharply with his toes.Spencer doesn't move. He just lies there holding his head seeming to be fast asleep.
Creea puts her hands on her face and groans. She thinks "Why....why me?" She then looks at Cyn and says "Maybe your right....I'm sorry..." On those last words Creea seemed to choke on them as if they were poison.Peering down at the boy like a trio of curious birds, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus exchanged puzzled looks between themselves and Spencer.
“Is he dead?” Amelia whispered, prodding the boy in the arm as she frowned.
“Better not be” Viktor huffed in reply, arms crossing themselves over his chest. That would certainly put a dent in any plans to torment Spencer at a later date, no to mention ruin the fun that torture and teasing would bring to the triplets.
“Why’s he just laying there?” Marcus asked curiously, feeling brave enough to kneel and pull at a lock of the other boy’s hair.
Smiling with satisfaction Cyn settled back in her chair, cup of tea held gently between her cupped hands. “No need to force a fake apology” the woman commented in a low tone, “although I appreciate you acknowledge the accuracy of my identification”. With her smile twisting into a light smirk, Cyn sipped her beverage as her brow furrowed. “What the hell is your kid doing?” the woman asked, motioning her head toward Spencer and the triplets.Creea looked over at Spencer not seeming to care anymore. "Probably trying to scare them or something..."
Spencer who had just had his hair pulled Jolted awake and started coughing up water. “Good luck” Cyn scoffed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. Taking another sip of her tea, the woman posted another question to Creea. “So why the eye flashing? Does your genetic material think your stupid and need a constant reminder?” she asked with a raised brow.
The triplets scuttled backwards as Spencer suddenly awoke and began to cough. “If you are going to drown, would you do it quietly?” Viktor asked with a sadistic grin, although there was another feeling brewing beneath his exterior. If the bothersome boy were to die now it would prevent Viktor and his siblings from potentially having that honour later on, something which caused the toddlers mild panic at the very thought. Creea was actually not paying any attention to Cyn and had taken out her drawing pad and pencils and began to draw. She then looked up. "Did you say something?" She says. "I thought a heard a bird squaking.." She looks back down at her drawing and continues to draw.
Spencer stood up and stopped coughing after a few seconds. "O.k...that hurt.." He says rubbing the back of his neck. He looks at the triplets staring at him and smiles. "Do you wanna go throw stuff at the people that serve food?" He smiles wider getting excited for he had an image of himself throwing a pie at an innocent server. Cyn’s sapphire orbs widen at Creea’s comment, mouth agape in a rather undignified fashion. It wasn’t often that people had the nerve to rise to the ghoul’s taunts and torments with retorts of their own, thus Cyn was found rather unprepared and left struggling to connect words to respond to the banter. “How rude…” she finally growled after a moment of long silence, turning her shoulder to the other woman and fixing her attention upon the cup in her hands.
Spencer’s offer was met with a series of frowns and confused expressions from the triplets. Hadn’t he been the one who had punched them in the face when they had been merely having some harmless fun with his guardian? Now he was suggesting they bother the waiters by throwing things at them? It was all rather confusing to the toddlers, who were quick to form into a huddle that consisted of shrugs and murmured words. After a long moment of exclusive conversation, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus formed themselves into a line before Spencer. “We’ll need a distraction in order to get stuff to throw” Viktor said, a sly grin spreading across his lips. Spencer smiled "I can do that easily...watch this..." He turned to the kitchen and walks over to a waiter and whispered something in his ear.
The waiter who had been serving a lady became angry. "How dare you say that!" He yelled at Spencer. Spencer ran quickly over to a few waitresses and whispered something else. The girl's faces looked disgusted. "We're telling your mother young man!" They scolded. "Naw...you don't even know what she looks like you dimwit!" Spencer yells with a laugh. He then runs into the kitchen and starts talking to the chef. Then the chef runs out of the kitchen Screaming some rather unpleaseant words. "Where's his mother?!" The waiter yells. Spencer turns to the triplets and jurks his head to the counter where the cakes and snacks are where no one is watching.
Creea heard all the commotion. She looked up and saw Spencer cornered by the waiter the waitresses and the chef. Creea moans "Why is it always me that has to rescue him from certain doom...One day this kid will get in some serious trouble and his doofus of a father will be sitting there drinking beer saying 'Yes officer that's my son and i'm damn proud of him yurp'" She gets up and walks over to the crowd. "What seems to be the problem..." Creea says lightly agrrivated.
"Yeah!" The waiter says "He called us terribly rude things!"
"My Spencer?" Creea says "I think you may be mistaken..unless he learned it for His brother or father..."
"Well whoever it is her better apologise!" The waitresses say furious.Standing to the side in order to avoid being sucked into whatever mischief Spencer might cause, the triplets eyed the situation with a seemingly practiced eye as they waited for the moment in which they could and would act. Although he would never openly admit it, Viktor was rather impressed with the mischief and mayhem that the other boy was managing to cause – a faint smirk of satisfaction gracing his lips. Perhaps Spencer wasn’t as hollow, and merely hyperactive, as the trio had first been led to believe; and although this didn’t compensate for the earlier violent attack it was certainly a start.
Watching the commotion from over the rim of her glass, Cyn glanced with narrowed eyes toward the triplets who were still huddled against the far wall. She knew they had something to do with this regardless of the innocence stance they were currently adopting.
No sooner had the thought passed their guardian’s mind that the triplets received a sign from Spencer. While they hadn’t really needed it, they returned the gesture and hurried behind the abandoned counter. Sliding open the doors the held the baked goods, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus grinned maliciously to one another. Pulling over a serving cart and piling it high with the cakes, pastries and various other goods, the triplets pushed it quietly and carefully toward where the waiters had cornered Spencer. Stopping just within firing range, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus took a missile in each hand. “Leave him alone” Viktor growled, hefting his pie high and throwing it toward the nearest waiter. Amelia and Marcus followed suit, each of the pastry’s meeting their mark. Spencer immeditatly started laughing his head off as soon as the triplets threw the pies at the Waiter, waitresses and the Chef. He snuck out of the corner and over to the triplets. "Nice work!" He says laughing. He grabs a chocolate cake and chucks it at the chef. "Stupid dimwit!" He yells.
The waitresses were screeching their heads off like a couple of luney cooko birds and were running in circles.
The waiter that Viktor had hit started yelling words that are not pleasent to children's ears.
The chef was not a happy camper. He spun around and grabbed a hand full of icing on his clothes and chucked it at Spencer. "Dimwit!?" He yells "I'll show you dimwit!"
Spencer ducks and it hits some other inoccent child standing off to the side watching intentivly.
Creea's eyes were wide open and she grabbed her cell phone dialing the number of her husband, Bakura. Viktor offered a casual shrug in response to Spencer’s congratulatory statement, one that indicated that he was well aware of the quality and marksmanship of his work. Being more then at home in the chaos that erupted from their actions the middle toddler motioned to Marcus and Amelia, throwing the pair a towel he had seized and making several cryptic hand gestures in the direction of the screeching waitresses. Needing no further instruction, the duo slipped easily through the mess and ruckus and moved to either side of the circling females. Grinning to one another Amelia and Marcus pulled the towel taught, dissolving into laughter as the waitresses tripped and feel into a screaming heap.
Beaming with pride at his siblings, Viktor’s moment of reprieve was short-lived as he moved swiftly to the side to avoid the chef returned fire – recovering an instant later and glaring at the enraged man. The oaf wasn’t about to get away with attempting to attack them with their own projectiles, and with a malicious smirk the toddler reached behind him and grasped hold of several bread and butter knives that rested on the serving cart. “Do you feel lucky punk?” the boy growled, quoting a line from a movie he had seen recently. With the same dark expression still upon his face Viktor twirled the more dangerous missile in his hand, finally releasing it in the direction of the chef’s feet.
“They had it coming” Cyn stated simply as she moved up behind Creea, watching the scene with barely concealed amusement. “With the poor quality and the food and service this is at least what they deserve” she sneered, sapphire orbs testifying to the resolute belief she held in her words.Creea glanced at Cyn "Don't worry i'm just calling my husband to see if he's brining Rin and Cami over to help them massacure the place.." Creea's eye went a little soft as if tears were to run down them but trhey quickly went back to their normal state as she walked through the mess and over to Spencer. "Rin's coming sweetie.." She whispered.
Spencer's eyes widened as he stopped laughing at what was going on around him. The though of his 8 year old brother here made him sick. "Tell him to go away!" he says half yelling.
"I can't!" Creea replies "your father's bringing him over so he can have some fun instead of being in a flipping asylum for once!" Creea walks back over to Cyn.
"But mom! He...He..." Spencer walked over to Viktor and whispered "We're gonna need heavey duty ammo! Fast! My brother's coming! He's a freaking psycho! He beats me!" Spencer ran into the kitchen and grabbed every sharp object and wooden object he could find. He quickly walked back. "Viktor gets the meat tendorizer, Amelia gets three wooden spatulas, Marcus gets some sort of big mallot and i get a couple of these" He takes out from behind his back a few bread cuting knives. "Just don't let my mom see you guys with these...She'll send me to the asylum thing too..."
"We're here Creea!" Announces Bakura as he runs into the room with Cami in close persute. "Whoa! What the hell happened here!?"
Creea groaned "Long story Bakura..."
Spencer watched the door for Rin. He saw the door open slightly and a shadown of a child come through. "There he is!!!" He yells "Get ready!" Cyn merely shrugged her shoulders in reply and moved to seat herself once more; the slight widening of her eyes indicated that she was rather startled that someone had actually agreed with her for once. Most people were quick to jump of the defensive when the ghoul spoke, although she generally gave the reason too, and generally vehemently disagreed with any point she happened to put forth – hence the confusion and covering nonchalant reaction when Creea had broken the mould.
“An asylum…?” Cyn questioned as Creea made her way back to their shared table. “Generally people are in those places for damned good reasons, don’t you think it would have been better to leave the crazy in the place, to not set the cat among the pigeons if you will?” the woman queried with a raised brow.
Viktor listened to Spencer’s explanation with an unreadable and emotionless expression, caring little one way or the other as long as he was given the chance to handle more heavy duty arms. The chance to use them against a perceived psycho only served to sweeten the deal. Taking the meat tenderizer in his hands, Viktor’s arms gleamed with dark intent; Amelia and Marcus wearing similar expressions as they were handed their own weapons. Ensuring the weapons were concealed from view of the surrounding adults, the triplets turned at the sound of a loud and seemingly uncouth man from the doorway followed by a figure of a child. Slowly another form appeared through the slightly open door, one that Spencer announced was Rin. Lifting their weapons into place the trio awaited whatever was to come. The door opened wider and a young boy stepped in. He had black hair and bright blue eyes. He ran quickly over to Creea.
"Heya mom!" He says with a slight smile. "How's the leg?"
"Better Rin...Better" Creea says pating him on the head softly.
Rin smiles at being pat on the head and then turns around, He sees Spencer and the triplets and slowly walks over to them.
Spencer growls angerly Thinking "Stay back you freak!" He holds his bread cutting knives tightly ready for any moves Rin might pull.
Rin reaches them and kneels down to his height. "And how's my little brother these days eh?" He says reaching a hand out to fuzz Spencer's hair.
Spencer jumps backwards two steps still holding the knives in back of him. "I'm fine!" He growls.
Rin smiles "Good, and i see you made some friends?" He says.
Spencer could not bear his brother anymore. He was just toying with him. Waiting for the perfect moment to attack him. He slowly took one of the knives from behind his back and yelled "Take this Dipstick!" He yells turning his head to the Triplets "NOW!" He jumps on Rin's back and covers Rin's eyes with his hands. "If his eyes trun red just tell me and then run!" He says as Rin tries to pry Spencer's hands off his eyes.
Cami was standing behind her father when she saw everything going on. She saw the triplets had the weapons and decided to let Rin get a beating. After all, He did beat her.
Creea looked at Cyn and smiled as polietly as possible. "I think he should be able to see the world once an a while.." She says "Instead of him being knocked out every time he starts to cry.." The triplets watched the elder boy with concealed emotion, adjusting and readjusting the weight of the weapons within their hands. No sense of fairness and doubt passed through their minds, with each concerned only with the fun about to ensue from unleashing an onslaught upon the unsuspecting Rin. As the boy moved closer the trio settled in to taking their lead from Spencer, seeing as this was his operation, and studied Rin with a careful and predatory gaze. Despite seeming pleasant enough, inquiring as to Spencer’s well being and commenting briefly on the triplets, but when the command was given to attack the triplets didn’t bat an eyelid.
Marcus and Viktor moved in quick unison behind Rin, using their hammer like instruments to beat at the back of other boy’s legs. Such and action was aimed to force Rin to his knees, in turn making it easier to attack the more vital areas around the head and neck. With her brothers occupied with bringing Rin to his knees, Amelia pounded the spatulas hard into Rin’s torso; moving them in stabbing fashion to drive Spencer’s brother into doubling over.
“Couldn’t they have left him in the straight jacket for the safety of others?” Cyn retorted, hardly satisfied with Creea’s rose-coloured view of things. Shifting her attention as she heard Spencer yell, the ghoul smirked in silent satisfaction. “Maybe they can knock the crazy out of him, or just knock him out” she commented coldly. Creea stood there watching the triplets and Spencer beat the living hell out of Rin. All she did was stand there not moving a muscle. After a few seconds of staring wide eyed she walked over to Bakura and began to shake.
Bakura being his clueless self only patted Creea on the back an smiled.
Cami started laughing "Go little bro!" She yells form across the room "Beat him as hard as you can!"
Rin fell to the ground yelping in pain. "Holy mother of hell!" He managed to yell. "What the fricking hell are you doing!?"
Spencer put his foot on Rin's head putting Rin's face to the floor. "Pay back brother!" He says "For what you've done to us!" Spencer raised one of his bread knives and pointed it to the back of Rin's neck. "Say your prayers...You undeserving jerk..." He raised the knife.
Cami then saw what Spencer had in mind for Rin. "Spencer..." She whispers "Put it down Spencer! You're only stooping to his level if you do that!" she takes a few steps towards them.
Spencer's head jolted to his sister. "Who asked you Cami?!" He yells "I want him gone...Dead...Caput...I want him out of my life!"
"...Spencer.." Rin says "I understand why you hate me but it's no reason to kill me!"
Spencer stared down at his brother's head. "Why should I listen to you...Any of you!" He screams "You all don't care! No one does! No one ever will!" He kicks Rin repeatedly in the face. "You're the source of it Rin!" He says "Get away from me and my friends! Or we'll beat you some more!" Spencer stops kicking and back away from Rin. "Guys! If he doesn't get up...hit him so more." He says to the triplets.Cyn watched Creea with a smug expression; sapphire eyes following the woman as she moved to stand by her oaf of a partner, watching with superior silence as the man did little to reassure the shaking Creea. Despite the power she claimed to possess, Cyn was unable to find a trace of the energy and had come to the conclusion that perhaps Creea was nothing but talk, no power, no strength, no skill – a thought only enhanced by the way in which the angel carried herself. Shaking her head, a gesture that conveyed both pity and mild anger, the ghoul shifted her focus back toward the tussle of children.
As Rin tumbled to the ground Viktor, Amelia and Marcus were quick to seize upon the downed boy’s limbed; preventing him from escaping and allowing Spencer the opportunity to exact whatever revenge he deemed necessary. While the triplets watched on with obvious delight and sadistic pleasure, the events quickly spiralled into something darker and something far more unexpected – leaving the trio with wide eyes and shocked expressions. Even for them, regardless of all their talk, taking steps murdering someone, especially a sibling, was an act to which they would need be accomplices. Therefore Viktor, Amelia and Marcus were greatly relieved when Spencer delivered several sharp kicks instead, before back away from his brother. Nodding in reply to the instigators command, the triplets released their hold upon Rin’s limbs and backed up several paces; three pairs of eyes regarding the elder child with veiled emotions. They didn’t know Rin like Spencer did, weren’t aware of the atrocities that he was meant to have committed, and were surprised to find themselves faintly torn over what they had done – the emotion ebbing somewhat as they forced themselves to push the thoughts aside in favour of watching Rin like a hawk.
We’ll ask later, Viktor spoke quietly, the words echoing within the mind of his brother and sister. Bakura continued to pat Creea on the back and leaned down to whisper something to Creea.
Almost immediatly Creea's eyes turned bright silver and she screamed "YOU DIRTY LITTLE JERK!" at Bakura and smacked him across the face. "What the hell will the kids think you laughing stock of a thief!" Suddenly, her eyes increasing with intensity, She bends down and starts to scream.
Spencer looked to his mother and began to shake. He now wasn't afraid of what Rin was going to do, he now was afriad of what his Mother was going to do. He quickly ran under a table begining to cry. His bravery was gone. Basically every emotion was gone except for fear.
Rin stood up in extreme pain. He looked over to Creea and scanned her over. Realizing what Bakura said and what was happening, He runs over to Cami. "Cami!" He yelps "You need to hide somewhere! Once she transforms out of anger there's no telling what she'll do or who she'll hurt!"
Cami looked at him with eyes wide "But..But.." She says "JUST GRAB THE BRATS AND HIDE ALREADY!" Rin says with his eyes turning slightly red. He turns around and runs over to Bakura. "Dad...you may want to RUN!" He says grabbing Bakura's hand and running off with him.
Cami ran over to Spencer and scooped him up. "It's okay Spencer!" She says "It'll be over soon!" She runs over to the triplets. "You may want to hide you guys! You may end up with so many burns you won't be able to count!"
Creea put her hands on her head sweating bullets. wind weirdly began tro blow around them, blowing stronger with each of her screams. Silver wings began to pop out of her back. Once the wings were done with the sliver markings appeared all around her neck, arms, legs, and right cheek. With the last of her screams the wind stopped, but it wasn't over yet She stood up and truned around looking as angry as hell. "Ok...Where is that lazy jerk!" She screams so everyone could hear. "Anyone want to tell me before I beat, zap and blast you all to bits?!" At the sudden scream from Creea, Cyn visibly jumped; scowling in the woman’s direction as she quickly regained her composure and smoothed down her clothes as if that would cause people to ignore the involuntary action. About time she realised what a lowlife that creature is, Cyn thought darkly, confident in her analysis and not caring that this was the first time she had met the man. “What do you think the kids will think of your outburst?” the ghoul echoed, smirking to herself as she did so. Clearly, despite the fear being displayed around, Cyn failed to think of Creea as any real threat; still under the belief that the woman was all talk – and now flashy, overdramatic, effects.
The triplets appeared startled by the sudden outburst, widened orbs turning swiftly in Creea’s direction. Wondering what all the fuss was about, the trio frowned openly at the adverse reactions that Spencer and his siblings were displaying. Their guardian was only yelling wasn’t she? Cyn did that all the time and they didn’t cower and hide. What made this situation so different? As Cami approached them, uttering something about hiding and burning, the triplets remained still and glanced among themselves quizzically. With a light shrug of his shoulders, an action that represented both his confusion and apathy, Viktor lead his siblings behind the service counter they had raided earlier; positioning himself so that he was still able to clearly view Creea.
Standing with her arms crossed over her chest, not having fled and taken cover like the other cowards in the room, Cyn watched the transformation with disinterest. The wind seemed to affect her no more then causing her to take a steadying step backwards and shield her eyes, tanned appendage lowering as the wind ceased. “No need to scream” Cyn replied in a deadpan tone, “I’m sure that people can hear your screeching voice at an even lower volume, assuming they want to listen to whatever s**t you are dribbling.” Lifting her hand to her face and examining her nails, designed to further express her lack of fear and boredom, the ghoul sighed as Creea resorted to threats. “Are you trying to scare people?” the woman scoffed, cold laughter bubbling from her throat, “because frankly that’s a rather poor attempt, especially with the un-menacing, tawdry, wings and gaudy markings” Creea gave an furious glare at Cyn. "Who asked you?!" She yells. "My kids see this all the time!" She walks towards Cyn "Also...I'm not trying to scare people! I'm just being what I am..." She stops about a foot away from Cyn. Her eyes narrow. "Move it b***h.." She says pushing Cyn off to the side. "I need to find that bloody a*****e.."
Rin was hiding in the men's bathroom with Bakura.
"Ok dad..." He says "Why did you have to go and make mom mad?! You know when she's pissed she won't stop until she gets what she wants!"
Bakura smiled "I only told her that she's going to be a mother again..."
Rin's eyes open wide. This is not what he had thought. "Oh....s**t!" He yells running out of the bathroom.
Spencer was in Cami's arms clinging to her. "Mama won't hurt daddy...Right Cami?" Spencer asked. "I don't know little bro.." Cami whispers. Spencer let go of Cami. "I'm gonna go find my friends.." He says beginging to walk over to the triplets tentitively.
Rin spotted Spencer. Finally finding a bit of caring in his dark heart he ran to Spencer. "Spencer! Hide you Imbosile!" He whispered.
Spencer shook his head not speaking and pointed over to the triplets.
Rin nodded picking him up and running himg over to them. "Now be good.." Rin says putting Spencer down and running over to Creea.
Creea looks at Rin. After a few seconds of silence she grabs his shoulders and shakes him violently. "WHERE IS YOUR FATHER?!" She yells.
Rin shivers and points to the bathroom.“Considering you asked an open ended question, one which usually means anyone is free to respond, then you asked me – moron” Cyn replied, the words growled from between her gritted teeth. As the woman moved toward her, stopping a short distance away, Cyn continued to glare darkly; remaining stationary and strong, clearly showing that Creea was inspiring no fear within her. “If they see this all the time then I suppose that explains why they are all so ******** up!” the ghoul replied with a smirk, laughing in cold amusement at her own words. Having been so caught up in her own ramblings, Cyn was hardly prepared for being so rudely shoved aside by Creea; stumbling and managing to catch hold of a chair, preventing a further fall. Snarling and standing upright, Cyn smoothed down her clothing, checked herself over for any potential injuries, bared her teeth and narrowed her eyes, before finally turning on the balls of her feet and stalking toward Creea.
The triplets continued to bare silent witness to the display, watching the altercation between their guardian and Spencer’s mother, wincing in a mix of faint concern and knowledge of the mood in which this would place Cyn – the one they would be forced to endure once they returned home. Regarding Rin with confusion as he carried Spencer to were the triplets were hidden, not having expected such an action from someone who was meant to be so horrible and from someone they had aided in abusing, the toddlers turned these expressions to Spencer; wondering whether he was as puzzled as they were.
In mid-shake Creea wouldn’t find that one arm was suddenly heavier then the other, eventually becoming unmoveable as Cyn latched on tightly. Tearing the enraged woman away from the frightened Rin, the ghoul shoved Creea sharply in the direction of the tables and chairs that marked the café’s eating area. “It’s not polite to insult people, and resorting to violence is just plain rude!” Cyn commented, smirking. Spencer had glanced up at Rin before he ran off. He looked as if he was sick. He looked at the triplets with his face going rather pale. He decided to sit down. He put his head in his hands and shook his head. "I feel sick.." He says "Like as if I would have to go to the hospital.."
Being shoved roughly into the eating area you'd expect Creea to react unpleasantly, she didn't seem to care. " Pipe down..." She says "No one wants to hear you..." She began to walk out of the eating area.
Rin shot infront of her. "You're not going anywhere mom..." His eyes were red. "How dare you shake me! I'm your son! I should be cared for not shoved away like aunt Cara was!" He glared at Creea. "You don't care what happens to me do you?!"
Creea being in her 'I don't care about anything' state of mind, just stared at Rin as if he was nothing, pushed him to the side and kept on walking. Viktor frowned as his question went unanswered, moving to stand beside Spencer in order to keep a watch on both Creea and Cyn; Amelia moving to place a comforting hand upon their new ‘friends’ shoulder. Although such an action would usually never have been displayed by the vampiric toddlers, this situation was considerably strange, even for the triplets, and called from some form of silent understanding and reassurance.
“Why’s your guardian acting like that?” Marcus asked quietly, thumbing in Creea’s direction as Rin approached the enraged woman once more.
“Unfortunately I’m not giving them a choice” Cyn replied simply, arms crossed over her chest as she stalked after Creea. Before she had the chance to offer the half-angel another sharp retort, or sharp blow, Rin appeared – the boy spouting some nonsense about his mother not caring about him, something Cyn would have though was exceptionally obvious. “She keeps you locked up in the nut house kid, don’t you think that’s makes your question rather pointless?” the ghoul posed, rolling her eyes at Rin’s apparent stupidity. The woman’s words were only given further grounds as Creea callously shoved her son to the side and continued to walk onwards.
“Perhaps you’re not aware of this, but children thrive on consistency” Cyn called after Creea, catching an empty coffee cup off a nearby table and throwing the object squarely at the woman’s back. “Personally, I don’t think you flipping out of nothing is very consistent, neither is searching out your husband with potentially murderous intent – although considering he seems like a drunken moron I suppose it could be seen as doing the world a favour” she added a moment later, eyes narrowed as she waited for Creea’s response.Spencer shook his head. "I don't know..." He said "She gets this way whenever she's really mad.." Spencer's face turned ghost white.
Being shoved wasn't what Rin expected. He expected her to turn back to normal and just...stop. Rin's eyes turned back to blue when he heard Cyn Speaking to him. "Shove it up your a**, you bloddy woman..." He said to Cyn "Hasn't anyone ever taught you to just shut up and keep your ******** opinions away from people who don 't want to hear them?"
Creea stopped walking, Trying to figure out what to say. "...Whatver the dip s**t son of mine said..." she said and continued toward the bathroom. “What makes her stop?” Viktor asked, arms crossed over his chest as he regarded Creea with narrowed eyes. It was unclear whether the child had intentions of attempting to interrupt Creea’s tirade, or whether he asked out of merely curiosity and mild interest; but despite his reasoning, the question still lingered in the air.
“What’s so going to do to your Dad?” Amelia murmured, hand still resting against Spencer’s shoulder. Although the bare touch had been designed to comfort the frightened boy, it was now also bringing comfort to Amelia; the girl ebbed with concern about her guardian and Spencer’s mother.
Cyn laughed at the petty insult, the sound cold and dark as it passed her lips. “Clearly if they have, I didn’t heed their advice” she hissed in reply, lips curling in a mix of anger and disgust. “Why do you continue to defend her?” the woman enquired with clear scorn, speaking to Rin once more. “It should be blatantly obvious, to even the most dense, that she doesn’t give a s**t about you. I mean if she did, wouldn’t she have stopped at your pathetic protests? Not cast you aside with such ease or called you unsavoury names?” Cyn added, continuing to follow behind Creea. Spencer looked at Viktor. "Well..." He said "Usually if someone she really cares about gets injured by someone she has a burning hate for or if my dad does something to calm her down...which in this case won't work.."
He turned his attention to Amelia. "I really don't know...She usually just smacks him across the face..." He said "But this time it seems that it's going to be much worse..."
Being fed up with Cyn and everything that she said about his mother not caring about him, His eyes turned red and black angel wings sprouted from his back minus the screaming that Creea displayed. "My mother does care about me Cyn..." He said stepping towards her leaving a burn mark on the floor. "She put me in the asylum so I wouldn't hurt anyone and so I wouldn't hurt myself anymore either!" A black flame appeared in his right hand. "I defend her because I want to live! If she doesn't Cami and that b*****d Spencer won't have a home to live in! They need a mother and so do I...Besides...If she dies I'm stuck with the other wacko Allen and my jackass of an uncle!" He raised his hand and threw the ball of flame at Cyn's back, and just as that flame was fired another came to his hand and he threw it again, repeating this process over and over again until Cyn was either burned or turned around to hurt him instead of his mother.
Creea heard Rin's words and spun around to see him thowing his strongest flames and Cyn. She had seen him do this when he attacked Spencer and the rest of the family at home. He immediatly fainted after Creea had counter attacked with her own blast of energy. Her eyes opened wide and she watched her son usuing his own strength to defend her. Thoguht ran through her mind. "If Cyn even hits him he could get knocked out or even worse!" She thought. "I have to stop him..." She ran back around Cyn and over to Rin. "Stop it you little dipstick! You'll kill yourself!" She said trying to look as angry as possible to hide her worried feelings. “What do you suppose he said to her?” Marcus asked, moving to stand on Spencer’s other side the boy finished speaking. The toddler’s eyes widened, along with those of his siblings, as Rin suddenly sprouted wings and his eyes changed to a blood red.
Upon Spencer’s shoulder, Amelia’s hand tightened. “What’s happening? W…what is he going to do?” the young girl stammered; finding herself afraid for her guardian in spite of Cyn’s lack of care toward them.
With her back to the boy, Cyn didn’t notice his transformation; his words instead floating to her ears and causing her to roll her eyes. Was it possible for someone to be so in denial that they failed to see the truth that was so obvious to everyone else? “Keep telling yourself that moron, perhaps one of these days it might actually come true – although I doubt it” the woman commented with disinterest, continuing to follow Creea in the direction of the bathrooms.
The first ball of fire came as a surprise, catching Cyn in the back and forcing a grunt of surprise from her lips. Stumbling under the blow, the woman caught herself upon the edge of a table to prevent her fall. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Cyn straightened awkwardly against the weight of a second flame ball.
“Didn’t like what I had to say, so you’re going to try and kill me?” she hissed through her teeth, grabbing a chair in flinging it Rin’s general direction.
Having been watching Rin was a careful expression, Viktor’s mouth formed into a snarl as the boy hurled a projectile at Cyn. Annoying the woman was his job, and the job of his siblings, and he wasn’t about to tolerate Rin attacking their guardian and potentially depriving them of the chance for further mischief. Positioning himself behind the serving tray that still rested behind the front counter, Viktor charged forward with all his might; aiming squarely for the transformed Rin. Emitting a piercing cry, the toddler narrowed his eyes as Rin’s winged form drew closer and closer. Spencer shrugged. "Probably something I'm not supposed to say..." He said. "He transformed...He does that alot..."
Rin smirked. "I'm not trying to kill you..." He said. "I was trying to distract you! And it worked!"
Creea now at Rin's side shook him furiously. "You know what's going to happen if you keep using your powers on other people to harm them!"
Rin cackled. "Shut it...I know the consquences..." He said. "Now...where was I..." The suddenly he heard a ear shattering cry coming towards him at an alarming speed. He turned his head to where he had left Spencer with the triplets. He realized, that one was missing. He looked to the side and saw Viktor charging at him screeching his head off with a tray. Rin started laughing as if he were to burst. He flew into the air and stepped in front of Viktor. "Hello..." He said. "trying an attempt to hurt me 'eh? Big no no little guy...See Spencer? He's got a big black scar on his neck from me...It will never heal...So if you try to do anything to me...You Will Get Hurt..." He knocked Viktor onto the ground and flew back over to Creea.
Spencer was pissed now, oh was Spencer pissed. He stood up and looked at Amelia and Marcus. "Don't follow me.." He said. "I'm off to help my mom and your mom defeat my stupid older brother..." He ran as fast as he could over to Viktor. "You okay?" He asked."You can't just go on your own...He will hurt you..It's better to go in numbers.." Amelia continued to watch the display with wide eyes, silently hoping that Viktor would be successful in his attempts to subdue the erratic and dangerous Rin. Stoic of expression, the eldest of the triplets observed quietly from behind Amelia; hands balled into fists as he prepared himself to enter the fray should the need arise.
Turning to face the transformed boy, Cyn smirked against the pain. “I guess that gives you credit enough to be raised a point above utterly stupid; to moderately dim-witted” the woman commented, laughing dryly as she spoke. As a piercing filled the air, Cyn’s attention rapidly shifted to the source of the sound; a puzzled look passing over her features at the sight. She hadn’t expected any response from the triplets toward Rin’s actions, and found herself swelling with fragments of pride toward the annoying child.
“I’m not scared of you, you idiot!” Viktor growled, abandoning the trolley as Rin flew over it. Being knocked to the ground only magnified the toddler’s anger, the boy climbing to his feet and clenching his hands. Nodding curtly in reply to Spencer’s question, Viktor advanced toward Rin with an air of fiery determination blazing around him. “Bring it on arsehole” the boy snarled, baring fanged teeth.
Hardly about to be told what to do, nor ones to abandon their sibling, Marcus and Amelia exchanged looks before hurrying to join Spencer and Viktor. “We can’t let you have all the fun” Marcus commented, standing strong at his brother’s side.
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:45 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 9:47 pm
Kittylover9399 Heaven walked up to the house holding her candygram puppy dog fox thing WinterBone.
Instead of being scared she actually loved the little guy, with Heaven giving a kiss on it's nose and a smirk at the door she leaves a note on it and leaves.
"Dear the Triplets,
Thank you for the cute little fox thing, nice try. But she is adorible how could you possibly think she was ugly or scary, poor little thing from the likes of you!
Love, Heaven" Xpressionless Although they had trouble reading the letter, the triplets had managed to catch Heaven’s general gist and were none to please that she had missed the symbolism behind their gift. The fox creature dressed in the guise of death had been intended to represent the trio’s feeling toward half-bred freaks such as the winged menace – namely that they those such as Heaven were of little value to anyone other then Death himself. Therefore they decided to draw their ‘friend’ a picture that clearly displayed what they thought of her.
With the picture in hand and carefully concealed from Orpheus, to who had they had been dumped upon for the day, the triplets hurried quickly and quietly up the front walk of Heaven and Kitty’s home. Securing the paper beneath the door mat, Viktor, Amelia and Marcus moved to rejoin Orpheus and Cornelius – beaming suspicious grins toward the elder vampire.
The back of the bloody image read: ‘This is what should happen to all freaks’
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:21 pm
Its chrismas Christmas time, and we got the best pwes present from Orpheess Orpheus. She says that she is a dwagon dragon, but she looks like a fluffy snake. We named her Veeva. She is black and red, with silver marr markings on her face and tail, and she is weel really smart, and is helping us write this well. Veeva says that she can change her size, make herself bigga bigger and smaller, but doing that makes her really tired.
Cyn didn’t get us anyfing anything, but she did take us to Orpheus’s house. It was huge, with lots to look at and play with, and we didn’t see Cyn and Orpheus for nearly the whole day. It was gwait great!
- Viktor, Amelia, Markus
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:32 pm
Strange Gifts “s**t!” Cyn cursed; tone half way between an angered growl and a moan of pain. Hobbling upon one leg, clutching at her stubbed toe, the ghoul stooped to pick up the discarded toy that had been the source of her outburst; gritting her teeth and throwing the heavy plastic object across the room. A sharp and resounding thud emanated from the wall, several small impacts being heard moments later as the toys broken parts hit the floor. “What I have told you little monsters about leaving your junk laying around?” the woman barked, sapphire eyes shooting daggers at the trio of toddlers huddled around a sheet of paper on the floor. The triplets appeared unaffected by the outburst, glancing impassively at their guardian before turning back to page before them. Cyn merely snorted, continuing to shamble toward the kitchen.
If not for the sudden swelling breeze that tore through the room, disappearing beneath the crack under the door, and rapping upon the flaking wood, Cyn may have made it to the kitchen and to the drink she felt she so sorely deserved; instead she grumbled a series of obscenities beneath her breath and trudged toward the apartment’s entrance. She knew without question that the sudden gust hadn’t simply been a natural occurrence, instead being the brief and unwelcomed visit from the constant thorn in Cyn’s side – Orpheus.
“What do you want know fang face?” the woman mumbled, flinging open the door and expecting to see the tall, dark and irritating vampire on the other side. Much to her pleasant surprise Cyn’s sapphire orbs fell on empty corridor, gaze shifting upwards and then downwards to ensure that he hadn’t assumed some alternate, yet equally annoying, form. Although she found no hidden fanged rodent, Cyn did discover something the provoked mild curiosity and brief interest. Picking up the blazing canister, displaying what little thought and concern she had for her own wellbeing, Cyn turned it idly within her palms as she surveyed it with a bland expression. The flames that licked the outside of the container failed to scaled her skin, although Cyn appeared uninterested in this little fact as she pried the ancient cylindrical flask open and pulled free the coiled contents.
“Wow a picture of a phoenix, how interesting” Cyn commented in a deadpan voice, allowing the delicate paper to fold back in on itself before depositing it back in its container. Tucking the canister beneath her arm without so much as a second thought, the ghoul turned and headed back into the grimy interior of her apartment; behind her the door slammed loudly. Tossing the odd gift onto the pile of miscellaneous objects that littered the dining table, Cyn turned and headed into the kitchen to poor herself the drink she had earlier been denied; sparing little thought for why she had been left such a fiery souvenir.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 1:43 pm
Heaven was very annoyed after the little 'message' she had gotten from the triplets not too long ago. So she decided to get right back at them. So one day when she was outside alone she decided to take a little trip and went over to the triplets house. Very silently she slipped the card under the door and did a couple loud bangs on it. Than she quickly ran off down the street and was soon gone. This is what the card said.  It's a little bit weird that a young angel would say such a thing over the urge for revenge....
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