Cassandra
"This is all just a dream, isn't it? Gage isn't really attacking my father, is he?"
As Gage came rushing in like someone was doing murder, Cassie stood, pushing herself off the bed as he approached her father, rather threateningly. Her eyes wide, Cassie moved smoothly, leaping in between Gage and her father, holding Syleste. The somewhat tattered remains of her clothes, unnoticed until now, flapped around her in the sudden movement.
"He didn't do anything to her, Gage! Leave my father alone and let him help Syleste!" She shouted, her words coming out louder then she thought they would have, fueled by both panic, and anger that Gage would think to threaten her father-her father who had let them stay as often as Cassie could kidnap them, her father that worked his butt off to save people, her father that probably wouldn't eat right if she didn't bring him homecooked meals, who would probably just live on Twix bars if she let him. Her father, who wouldn't think of harming someone. Her father, who she wanted to be just like, saving people, helping them.
She knew it could easily be what happened to them, confusing them all, and making them angry, afraid, but that was no excuse to attack her father, verbally or physically. Gage was taller then her, larger, stronger, but by god, Cassie wasn't going to let him hurt her father in misplaced anger.
"Let him help her, he's the only one that can!". Seeing Syleste, pure, innocent, adorable Syleste, hurt stabbed at Cassie's heart. Cassie knew that Syleste could do a lot, that she was strong, and a constant presence, someone you were always aware off, but her blindness...her blindness would have been a hinderance, and she could imagien that Syleste was terrified, that she had probably been scared that Gage, that any of them really, weren't okay. Having Gage come in, wild like this, probably wasn't what she wanted.
"Accusing my father, Gage...he would never hurt her" This was so not what she wanted. She was tired, hurting-if not physically, then emotionally and all she wanted to do was curl up on the couch with her father, watching a movie until she fell asleep, nestled in his warmth, in the safety of knowing he wouldn't let anything else happen to her. But she knew the night would be busy for him, that he wouldn't go home until he knew Syleste was okay, for her sake if nothing else. She didn't want to go home alone, so she'd wait. She knew she could go to her Aunts, but that just seemed so father away, and she just wanted her father.
She stared at Gage, for one wild moment feeling like she was staring at a wild animal that was ready to attack. She raised her hands, not looking away, feeling like that would be a mistake, even as she wanted to look back to Syleste, to see for herself that she was okay. She trusted her father with Syleste, and knew he'd care for her well.
"Please Gage..." She said softly, her voice losing the strength it had, softer now, full of emotion.
Quinton
"They're going to kill me...hormones everywhere...dear god, I'll have to go through this with Abigale!"
For one wild moment, Quinton thought that everything would be okay. He'd get the boy to the others, and then they could tell them what was going on. They could wipe away the confusion, and help guide these teens in what they were, how to control it, and still be relatively normal. Quinton had been younger then they were when he was bitten, just falling into puberty and adolescence, and he knew the struggle having the bite could be, it meant he could help these children immensely, and make it easier for them in the long run. The calm lasted perhaps even less then a moment, as the boy heard his name screamed. All hell broke loose again, and Quinton barely had time for a muttered curse, before the boy was running off.
Hormones. Bad at the best of times. Throw them to teenagers, and Quinton knew they would be the death of him. These kids would turn his hair prematurally grey, give him a heart attack every other moment, and quite possibly lead him to an early grave, he just knew it. Of course, on the plus side, it would be plenty of training for when Abigale let her hormones rule her. And then she'd have the whole pack to contend with. Yet no doubt she'd have them all wrapped around her little finger, able to get away with just about anything.
Sighing, Quinton followed after the young pup, to make sure he didn't hurt himself, or worse, hurt someone else. Entering the room slowly filling up with the bitten teens, Quinton lay a hand on the young man's shoulder, nodding to the doctor holding the pink-haired girl, who he took to be Syleste.
"Easy now, son. No one is getting hurt-erh, well more so-in this hospital. Calm down now, and let the doctor put her down, and then you can be sure yourself that she's okay, aside from the injuries form the attack" Looking over the teens, taking in the young woman standing almost protectively in front of the doctor and the girl he was holding, Quinton saw enough likeness to know they were father and daughter, over the boy sitting on the bed, the two on the other, mentally taking a count. Three to go, and the two from the ambulance should be here soon, if they ever stopped losing themselves in each other. Zoe was probably getting the last one, and Quinton let himself relax, prepared to play babysitter, referee, and enforcer until she got here.
What a night. It just kept getting madder by the second.
A druid, an Angel, a fallen Angel, a siren and a pack of wolves walking into a hospital...what's wrong with this picture? he thought, a little ruefully, as he kept his hand on the boys shoulder, ready to restrain him if need be. The teens were all healing, it looked to Quinton, except the boy on the bed, and the girl in the doctors arms. To say it was a mess was an understatement.
Callie
"Ah, to be young and innocent once more...
Having felt the slight drain of power from her light, Callie filled it back up once more, the connection to the ball was constant, needing the energy from the ley-line to hum through her, and by extension it to constantly fuel the little powersource. Saying nothing of it, Callie studied her a moment more.
"Ah, I see I have put you ill at ease by mentioning the fact this place is safe. Klamath falls is a type of beacon, you see. In the last few years especially, Supernatural creatures have been lured here by some force or another. Having the inn be a safe place is essentially meaning its a sancturary, for those unable to protect themselves, whether they are weak or injuried." She explained, leaning forward, smiling as tigre seemed content in the girls lap. Familiars were wonderful creatures, often able to judge anothers character.
Pleased that the small kitten was happy with the girl, Callie leaned back.
"Ah, every witch can use the leylines. Some are just more talented at it then others. Me? I prefer earth magic. There's something a little more pure at getting magic from earth, the power of the leyline filtered through plants instead of the pure energy it is, that can burn you in an instant if you aren't careful" Which probably sounded horrible, to the girl.
"What I mean is, Magic can be dangerous, all magic. Which is why you need to learn it, and your own boundaries" She leaned back, settling herself once more, and sipping the hot chocolate as Alexis told her story.
Amber. Interesting. She frowned at the mention of the silver dot in the woods, and she rose, going over to the stairs and looking up. So it had been a werewolf. The next few months were going to be interesting, indeed. She looked back to Alexis, and with a soft sigh, went back over to he girl. So much she had to teach her...
"Yes" She said simply.
"Yes, Alexis, there are. All mannor of creatures" She knew from experience how terrifying knowing that was, so she reached out, and gently laid a hand over one of Alexis's.
"You have stumbled into a world filled with wonders and horrors. You need the knowledge base to survive, and if you are willing, I will gladly teach you." The prospect of taking a student was both daunting and exilerating to Callie, and she hoped she could do right by the younger woman.
