Cassandra
Cassandra simply crossed her arms in response to the pirates comment. Why should she provide him with any personal information. She owed him nothing. They had taken her against her will and brought her here. Did he really expect her to behave as though she were in polite company? Surely he did not expect to have a reasonable conversation with anyone whom he had helped take captive. She was surprised, however, when he offered his own name and some advice, though she didn't really appreciate either.
"Hah!" Cassie laughed without humor, rising from the bed and turning to face him. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "I think it concerns me, greatly," she argued. Perhaps he didn't know what was to be done with her. Perhaps his Captain didn't relinquish that information to his crew. Perhaps he simply didn't care enough to ask. Either way, she knew she would not learn the answer from him. Perhaps it would have been a better idea to turn the Captain into the same creature she was, now. He held the control, after all. He was the one who would have the power to turn the ship around and return her to her home. Of course, that plan could backfire and she would be killed before she reached him. No doubt he had crew members guarding him somehow. She doubted she would be able to reach him very easily.
The pirate - Jacob - drew her attention again by asking for her name a second time and she considered him for a moment. She didn't know why he desired it so much or why he was here speaking with her. She worried about his intentions, though she was sure she would be able to over power him if necessary. If another came, however, she wasn't confident that she would succeed for very long.
"Cassandra," she answered after a moment. "Tell me Jacob. What usually happens to the women taken aboard this ship? Am I likely to be sold?" She wasn't sure that she wanted the answer to the question but the only way she would be able to prepare herself, mentally and physically, was if she knew the truth.
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Caleb
"Beach it is!" Elissa decided, though he had yet to give his opinion. Not that he didn't want to go to the beach, of course. It would be nice to do something typically 'vacation' so they could really feel like their trip was beginning. Plus, even though he wasn't normally a gooey type of guy, it would be pretty romantic to watch the sun go down with Cara. She seemed to bring that side out in him, more and more. He didn't doubt for a second that Elissa and Norris would try to loose them for a little while so they could be a couple. Luckily, it worked out in his favor, this time.
"What's wrong with a good burger?" Caleb grinned when Cara guessed what he wanted to eat. She knew him too well but he didn't mind. In fact, he was enjoying the closeness and the way they were gradually learning so many new things about one another. He had often grown quickly tired of previous girlfriends but it wasn't like that with Cara. She was different and real and a lot of fun. It was a good thing, too, considering they were going to be spending so much time together. He hoped that there would be no arguments on the trip and that they'd all get along well because he really didn't want to have to cut anything short. These were the four people he was closest too and he wanted to have a kick ass summer with them.
Elissa
"I second a burger," Elissa nodded eagerly, her stomach rumbling in anticipation. She hadn't eaten anything since she'd been sick that morning and now she was starving. The sooner they ate, the better. "With cheese and mayonnaise and a little bit of ketchup. You know what would be good on it too? Butterscotch sauce. Mmm, just drizzled all over the meat." The thought was making her practically salivate and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to have exactly that. "Oh God, that's what I want."
"Butterscotch sauce on a burger?!" Caleb demanded, looking at her like she'd gone a little crazy. Maybe she had. She'd never had such a strong desire for such an odd mix of food before. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled nervously. "What? It's not that weird," she insisted, though perhaps it was. She was beginning to think that maybe her suspicions were ringing true and that this was the first of her cravings. "It's pretty gross," Caleb argued as they began to make their way out of the R.V. Maybe he wouldn't eat anything, after all.
"Well, whatever. I'm going to try it and if it's amazing, you'll thank me for thinking it up." All she could think about now was sinking her teeth into a juicy burger and tasting the combined flavor of meat, cheese and sweet butterscotch. Mmm. Okay, this was definitely not normal. Elissa skipped up to Cara and linked her arm with hers. "Sorry you were stuck with my brother all day. I promise I won't leave you on your own with him too often," she smiled sweetly. She was glad that her best friend and her brother seemed to get on well enough, though. It meant she could feel a little less guilty about spending time alone with Norris.
"Beach it is!" Elissa decided, though he had yet to give his opinion. Not that he didn't want to go to the beach, of course. It would be nice to do something typically 'vacation' so they could really feel like their trip was beginning. Plus, even though he wasn't normally a gooey type of guy, it would be pretty romantic to watch the sun go down with Cara. She seemed to bring that side out in him, more and more. He didn't doubt for a second that Elissa and Norris would try to loose them for a little while so they could be a couple. Luckily, it worked out in his favor, this time.
"What's wrong with a good burger?" Caleb grinned when Cara guessed what he wanted to eat. She knew him too well but he didn't mind. In fact, he was enjoying the closeness and the way they were gradually learning so many new things about one another. He had often grown quickly tired of previous girlfriends but it wasn't like that with Cara. She was different and real and a lot of fun. It was a good thing, too, considering they were going to be spending so much time together. He hoped that there would be no arguments on the trip and that they'd all get along well because he really didn't want to have to cut anything short. These were the four people he was closest too and he wanted to have a kick ass summer with them.
Elissa
"I second a burger," Elissa nodded eagerly, her stomach rumbling in anticipation. She hadn't eaten anything since she'd been sick that morning and now she was starving. The sooner they ate, the better. "With cheese and mayonnaise and a little bit of ketchup. You know what would be good on it too? Butterscotch sauce. Mmm, just drizzled all over the meat." The thought was making her practically salivate and she wanted nothing more in that moment than to have exactly that. "Oh God, that's what I want."
"Butterscotch sauce on a burger?!" Caleb demanded, looking at her like she'd gone a little crazy. Maybe she had. She'd never had such a strong desire for such an odd mix of food before. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled nervously. "What? It's not that weird," she insisted, though perhaps it was. She was beginning to think that maybe her suspicions were ringing true and that this was the first of her cravings. "It's pretty gross," Caleb argued as they began to make their way out of the R.V. Maybe he wouldn't eat anything, after all.
"Well, whatever. I'm going to try it and if it's amazing, you'll thank me for thinking it up." All she could think about now was sinking her teeth into a juicy burger and tasting the combined flavor of meat, cheese and sweet butterscotch. Mmm. Okay, this was definitely not normal. Elissa skipped up to Cara and linked her arm with hers. "Sorry you were stuck with my brother all day. I promise I won't leave you on your own with him too often," she smiled sweetly. She was glad that her best friend and her brother seemed to get on well enough, though. It meant she could feel a little less guilty about spending time alone with Norris.
Caleb
Caleb yawned, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he drove the RV at a steady pace. It had been an uneventful first day, but he had expected as much. Although they would be making plenty of stops during their trip along the coast, there would be a lot of driving involved to get them from place to place. It was still plenty bright outside but dusk was drawing in and when Cara suggested that they stop for the night, he nodded his agreement. He glanced down briefly at the area of map she was tapping and then returned his gaze to the road.
"Good idea. I'm starving. There's a town up ahead so we can stop there." It would be a relief to get out and stretch their legs and it would be nice to do something other than driving for a little while. He didn't mind it, really, but it grew a little boring. Having Cara beside him definitely made the time go faster. He wanted to reach out and touch her leg or brush her hair back off her shoulder but he kept his hands on the wheel and focused on the road, instead. Maybe once everyone was gone to bed, they'd have some time to themselves. He couldn't spend the whole trip keeping his distance. He wanted to kiss her and run his fingers through her soft hair and press his nose against the part of her neck that always smelled sweet.
The areas on the sides of the road began to grow more built up and busy and it didn't take them long to reach an area for Caleb to park the RV for a little while. There was a couple of restaurants around them so they wouldn't be stuck for finding somewhere to eat. There was food in the RV anyway and if they needed to, they could cook something instead.
Elissa
"Hey! What do you mean, 'It's so boring back here'?" Elissa demanded, mock irritation lacing her tone. She gave Norris a playful shove and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry that I'm not entertaining enough for you, Norris. Jeez," she rolled her eyes and then smiled at him so he would know she was just playing. She kissed his cheek and stood up once Caleb had pulled over. Stretching her arms over her head, she grinned as Norris came up with a few ideas about what they should do, now.
"Ooh, I like the sound of going to the beach," she agreed, turning her attention to Caleb and Cara. "What do you guys think? A nice walk along the beach and maybe a fire afterwards?" It would be nice to have a stroll along the waters edge as the sun went down. She couldn't help but want to do a bunch of sweet, coupley things with Norris but she had to remember that there was more than just the two of them on the trip. She didn't want Cara to be stuck with her brother for too long. She knew first hand how annoying he could be.
"Let's get something to eat, though. I'm starving." She turned back to Norris and offered him her hands so that she could pull him to his feet. She was excited to finally be doing something now that the first day of driving was over. She wanted the first night of their trip to be memorable and even though they were probably all exhausted, she didn't want to give in and go to bed too early.
Caleb yawned, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he drove the RV at a steady pace. It had been an uneventful first day, but he had expected as much. Although they would be making plenty of stops during their trip along the coast, there would be a lot of driving involved to get them from place to place. It was still plenty bright outside but dusk was drawing in and when Cara suggested that they stop for the night, he nodded his agreement. He glanced down briefly at the area of map she was tapping and then returned his gaze to the road.
"Good idea. I'm starving. There's a town up ahead so we can stop there." It would be a relief to get out and stretch their legs and it would be nice to do something other than driving for a little while. He didn't mind it, really, but it grew a little boring. Having Cara beside him definitely made the time go faster. He wanted to reach out and touch her leg or brush her hair back off her shoulder but he kept his hands on the wheel and focused on the road, instead. Maybe once everyone was gone to bed, they'd have some time to themselves. He couldn't spend the whole trip keeping his distance. He wanted to kiss her and run his fingers through her soft hair and press his nose against the part of her neck that always smelled sweet.
The areas on the sides of the road began to grow more built up and busy and it didn't take them long to reach an area for Caleb to park the RV for a little while. There was a couple of restaurants around them so they wouldn't be stuck for finding somewhere to eat. There was food in the RV anyway and if they needed to, they could cook something instead.
Elissa
"Hey! What do you mean, 'It's so boring back here'?" Elissa demanded, mock irritation lacing her tone. She gave Norris a playful shove and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm sorry that I'm not entertaining enough for you, Norris. Jeez," she rolled her eyes and then smiled at him so he would know she was just playing. She kissed his cheek and stood up once Caleb had pulled over. Stretching her arms over her head, she grinned as Norris came up with a few ideas about what they should do, now.
"Ooh, I like the sound of going to the beach," she agreed, turning her attention to Caleb and Cara. "What do you guys think? A nice walk along the beach and maybe a fire afterwards?" It would be nice to have a stroll along the waters edge as the sun went down. She couldn't help but want to do a bunch of sweet, coupley things with Norris but she had to remember that there was more than just the two of them on the trip. She didn't want Cara to be stuck with her brother for too long. She knew first hand how annoying he could be.
"Let's get something to eat, though. I'm starving." She turned back to Norris and offered him her hands so that she could pull him to his feet. She was excited to finally be doing something now that the first day of driving was over. She wanted the first night of their trip to be memorable and even though they were probably all exhausted, she didn't want to give in and go to bed too early.
Cassandra
"I'll take my chances," Cassie replied flatly. She could smell the meal he had brought from here and it made her feel nauseous. Food no longer appealed to her and the thought of forcing herself to eat it made her feel ill. She would have liked to have the luxury of being able to starve herself to death but that was no longer possible. Unless she went some time without the blood of a human, but even then she wasn't sure she would ever die from lack of it. She knew so little about what she had become. There were so many questions left unanswered and she did not have very much faith that anyone would ever be able to provide her with the information she so desperately desired. Not unless he somehow found her and explained exactly what he had turned her into.
The pirate outside the door warned her that he was coming inside and she was pleased that he seemed to take some precaution before entering. Perhaps she really had succeeded in unsettling him the previous evening. She didn't speak as he began to open the door. After all, she was already sitting on the cot and she had no desire to rush out past him any longer. Where would she go? It was morning now and she did not want to risk going above deck.
The pirate entered slowly and she studied him in the darkened room. It was easy for her to see him clearly. Her sight had improved along with her other senses and she was bothered less by the dark than she had been when she was still...human. He was handsome, in a rugged kind of way, and he stared at her for a moment or two. She simply watched him, waiting for him to speak or leave, whichever came first. She had nothing to say to him. There was nothing that could be done now until they reached land once more. Then, she could try to make an escape.
"What does it matter what my name is?" Cassie snapped, looking away from him as he sat down next to her on the bed. Her body tensed, unsure of what he would do next. "I'm just another captive, am I not?" If he did not know her name, it did not bode well for her. She had not been taken to be used as ransom, then? She recalled him mentioning a drop off. Was she to be sold? "What is your name, pirate?" she demanded instead. "Why am I here? What do you plan to do with me?"
"I'll take my chances," Cassie replied flatly. She could smell the meal he had brought from here and it made her feel nauseous. Food no longer appealed to her and the thought of forcing herself to eat it made her feel ill. She would have liked to have the luxury of being able to starve herself to death but that was no longer possible. Unless she went some time without the blood of a human, but even then she wasn't sure she would ever die from lack of it. She knew so little about what she had become. There were so many questions left unanswered and she did not have very much faith that anyone would ever be able to provide her with the information she so desperately desired. Not unless he somehow found her and explained exactly what he had turned her into.
The pirate outside the door warned her that he was coming inside and she was pleased that he seemed to take some precaution before entering. Perhaps she really had succeeded in unsettling him the previous evening. She didn't speak as he began to open the door. After all, she was already sitting on the cot and she had no desire to rush out past him any longer. Where would she go? It was morning now and she did not want to risk going above deck.
The pirate entered slowly and she studied him in the darkened room. It was easy for her to see him clearly. Her sight had improved along with her other senses and she was bothered less by the dark than she had been when she was still...human. He was handsome, in a rugged kind of way, and he stared at her for a moment or two. She simply watched him, waiting for him to speak or leave, whichever came first. She had nothing to say to him. There was nothing that could be done now until they reached land once more. Then, she could try to make an escape.
"What does it matter what my name is?" Cassie snapped, looking away from him as he sat down next to her on the bed. Her body tensed, unsure of what he would do next. "I'm just another captive, am I not?" If he did not know her name, it did not bode well for her. She had not been taken to be used as ransom, then? She recalled him mentioning a drop off. Was she to be sold? "What is your name, pirate?" she demanded instead. "Why am I here? What do you plan to do with me?"
Elysia
"No, they didn't put me up to anything. I already told you why I'm here," Elysia reminded Jett as she took out the eggs and milk from the fridge. She closed it and glanced over her shoulder at him. "What? Do you think I'm spying on you for them? You know I'd much prefer to spy on them, for you. You know, since you're my favorite person in the world, and everything," she repeated with a grin, setting the items down on the counter while she turned to the pantry to retrieve the blood and the flour. She sighed longingly as she turned the blood bag over in her hands, watching the crimson liquid move about inside of it.
"I miss fresh, hot blood, straight from the source. It's never as good when it's been left to cool and become stagnant," she murmured as she tipped the contents of the blood bag into a measuring jug. She added the eggs, a little drop of milk, and the flour and then whisked all of it together while the oil in the pan heated up. She listened quietly while Jett told her about the choice of bedrooms and pouted at him briefly.
"But I wanted your room," she complained before flashing him a playful grin. "Thanks again for letting me stay. Do you have any house rules you want to throw at me? You should probably tell me now so I have time to break them all before I leave," she teased, pouring the first pancake into the pan. She let it cook and got out two plates so that she could serve them up as soon as they were ready. It didn't take her long and soon there were two plates of warm, pink coloured pancakes, steaming and filling the kitchen with a wonderful aroma. She was glad that they had turned out so well and that she hadn't overdone them and ruined the taste of the blood.
"Alright, let's eat." Sia lifted the two plates and carried them back over to the table. "Any plans for the day?" she asked as she sat down and began to cut a piece off of her first pancake. She popped it into her mouth and chewed while she waited for his answer. After all, if he was busy she didn't want to be a nuisance and get in the way, but if he had nothing on then she would have to get her plan into action. Her stomach twisted a little with nerves. It felt weird to be attempting to seduce Jett. They'd been best friends for so long. Of course, she'd always thought he was handsome and he was definitely her favorite person to be around. Now that she thought about it, it was a wonder that they hadn't fooled around a little at some point. She supposed they'd both just gotten so wrapped up in their own lives that they hadn't given it much thought. She hadn't even been in the country for the past few years. Or maybe Jett just really didn't see her in that light. Maybe he really did just see her as a little sister. She supposed that in a way, he had been like a big brother to her, too. Especially growing up. She had no siblings and he had always been there for her.
"No, they didn't put me up to anything. I already told you why I'm here," Elysia reminded Jett as she took out the eggs and milk from the fridge. She closed it and glanced over her shoulder at him. "What? Do you think I'm spying on you for them? You know I'd much prefer to spy on them, for you. You know, since you're my favorite person in the world, and everything," she repeated with a grin, setting the items down on the counter while she turned to the pantry to retrieve the blood and the flour. She sighed longingly as she turned the blood bag over in her hands, watching the crimson liquid move about inside of it.
"I miss fresh, hot blood, straight from the source. It's never as good when it's been left to cool and become stagnant," she murmured as she tipped the contents of the blood bag into a measuring jug. She added the eggs, a little drop of milk, and the flour and then whisked all of it together while the oil in the pan heated up. She listened quietly while Jett told her about the choice of bedrooms and pouted at him briefly.
"But I wanted your room," she complained before flashing him a playful grin. "Thanks again for letting me stay. Do you have any house rules you want to throw at me? You should probably tell me now so I have time to break them all before I leave," she teased, pouring the first pancake into the pan. She let it cook and got out two plates so that she could serve them up as soon as they were ready. It didn't take her long and soon there were two plates of warm, pink coloured pancakes, steaming and filling the kitchen with a wonderful aroma. She was glad that they had turned out so well and that she hadn't overdone them and ruined the taste of the blood.
"Alright, let's eat." Sia lifted the two plates and carried them back over to the table. "Any plans for the day?" she asked as she sat down and began to cut a piece off of her first pancake. She popped it into her mouth and chewed while she waited for his answer. After all, if he was busy she didn't want to be a nuisance and get in the way, but if he had nothing on then she would have to get her plan into action. Her stomach twisted a little with nerves. It felt weird to be attempting to seduce Jett. They'd been best friends for so long. Of course, she'd always thought he was handsome and he was definitely her favorite person to be around. Now that she thought about it, it was a wonder that they hadn't fooled around a little at some point. She supposed they'd both just gotten so wrapped up in their own lives that they hadn't given it much thought. She hadn't even been in the country for the past few years. Or maybe Jett just really didn't see her in that light. Maybe he really did just see her as a little sister. She supposed that in a way, he had been like a big brother to her, too. Especially growing up. She had no siblings and he had always been there for her.
Elysia
Elysia watched Jett as he blinked sleepily at her and thought about all she had said. She was sure he wouldn't send her away for today, but she wasn't so sure he would let her stay for long. Despite his insisting that he was fine about everything with Veronica, she imagined he was still adjusting to life without her. It was a little insensitive for her to ask what she was asking but it couldn't be helped. It was only going to get worse, too because living with him wasn't the biggest favor she had to ask of him.
"Yup," Sia smiled innocently as he clarified what she was asking of him. "That's it." She watched him as he weighed his options and then sighed a little at the mentioned of Veronica. Honestly, she hadn't really thought about how the other woman was going to react when she found out. She had told him the night before that she pitied the next girl he grew romantic with, having to face the wrath of his crazy ex. Now it seemed that person was going to be her.
"It'll be our little secret," Elysia waved it off, though she imagined she would find out eventually. She was pleased that he had agreed on the condition that she dealt with the drama. That much she could do. Veronica didn't scare her...much. "Yes, boss! I promise, I'll take care of everything. I can take her, no problem...Even if she is, like...double my height." She was probably in good shape too, considering she was a model. Sia hadn't really kept up with training since she'd come back to America. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea in the world to find a sparring partner. Maybe Jett would be up for it. She'd ask him later.
Sia hopped up from her seat and moved around the table to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling into his neck. "Thanks, Jett. Have I told you that you're my favorite person in the world, lately?" she cooed, nuzzling into him for a moment before releasing him. It was probably better that she not be too aggravating lest he change his mind. She picked up her mug instead and carried it over to the dishwasher.
"Sorry I interrupted your beauty sleep. I can make us something for breakfast if you want to rest some more?" Elysia suggested, glancing over her shoulder at him as she crossed to the fridge. She opened it up and peered inside, rooting around in it for a moment. "Do you have any blood? I could make us some pancakes," she suggested. Most of the time she drank her blood straight but it was always fun to mix it into food and try out different ways of consuming it. As long as it wasn't cooked too long, it was still good.
Elysia watched Jett as he blinked sleepily at her and thought about all she had said. She was sure he wouldn't send her away for today, but she wasn't so sure he would let her stay for long. Despite his insisting that he was fine about everything with Veronica, she imagined he was still adjusting to life without her. It was a little insensitive for her to ask what she was asking but it couldn't be helped. It was only going to get worse, too because living with him wasn't the biggest favor she had to ask of him.
"Yup," Sia smiled innocently as he clarified what she was asking of him. "That's it." She watched him as he weighed his options and then sighed a little at the mentioned of Veronica. Honestly, she hadn't really thought about how the other woman was going to react when she found out. She had told him the night before that she pitied the next girl he grew romantic with, having to face the wrath of his crazy ex. Now it seemed that person was going to be her.
"It'll be our little secret," Elysia waved it off, though she imagined she would find out eventually. She was pleased that he had agreed on the condition that she dealt with the drama. That much she could do. Veronica didn't scare her...much. "Yes, boss! I promise, I'll take care of everything. I can take her, no problem...Even if she is, like...double my height." She was probably in good shape too, considering she was a model. Sia hadn't really kept up with training since she'd come back to America. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea in the world to find a sparring partner. Maybe Jett would be up for it. She'd ask him later.
Sia hopped up from her seat and moved around the table to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and snuggling into his neck. "Thanks, Jett. Have I told you that you're my favorite person in the world, lately?" she cooed, nuzzling into him for a moment before releasing him. It was probably better that she not be too aggravating lest he change his mind. She picked up her mug instead and carried it over to the dishwasher.
"Sorry I interrupted your beauty sleep. I can make us something for breakfast if you want to rest some more?" Elysia suggested, glancing over her shoulder at him as she crossed to the fridge. She opened it up and peered inside, rooting around in it for a moment. "Do you have any blood? I could make us some pancakes," she suggested. Most of the time she drank her blood straight but it was always fun to mix it into food and try out different ways of consuming it. As long as it wasn't cooked too long, it was still good.
[[ooc: Double post, sorry]]
Elysia
Sia smiled sweetly up at a very sleepy Jett as he opened the front door, squinting at her in the morning light. His eyes were barely open and it looked as though she had woken him with her visit but, oh well. He could sleep some other time. "Good morning handsome. Isn't it a beautiful day?" she gushed, despite the fact that she was eager to be inside and away from the sun. Jett didn't refuse her entry, though he didn't seem entirely by her arrival, and she pulled her cases into his hallway before shutting the door with a chuckle as he called out to her from the living room. She left her bags were they were and followed him through to the kitchen.
"Oh, you mean the bags that you so chivalrously helped me with?" she asked sarcastically with a light roll of her eyes. She crossed to him with an impatient sigh and turned him towards the table. "Go sit down before you hurt yourself," she ordered. "I'll make the coffee." Although it was amusing to watch him struggle to wake up, she needed to stay on his good side. Especially when she had such a big favor to ask him...eventually. Elysia had gone through her options on how she should go about asking Jett to marry her. It was a little bit of an awkward topic considering they had been friends for so long. She figured that the easiest thing to do was to just ask him to marry her and explain that she didn't expect any sort of romantic commitment from him but...where was the fun in that? He'd screwed things up for her by making her go home and now she wanted to torture him a little. Sia was more than familiar with the art of subtle seduction. She was a girl, after all, and it would be nice if Jett saw her as one. Besides, if he fell in love, or lust, with her it would be easier to sway him on the whole marriage thing. And if he didn't, well, at least she'd have gotten some amusement out of it.
Elysia began making the coffee which didn't take an awful lot of effort on her part considering Jett had some high end machine that did most of the work for her. "Well, after you left me at my parents and I told them I'm not doing what they asked me to do." Best not to mention them wanting her to marry Jack just yet, lest he catch on to why she was really here. "They got all high and mighty and told me if I wasn't going to do what was best for the family, then I needed to pay them back for all the years they'd 'let me live off of them'. Do you know how many years I lived at home? Half a human lifetime. So, I had to sell my place - which I had just paid off, by the way - and give them the money to cover my apparent 'expenses'. Now I'm homeless. So, who better to come live with then my best friend in the whole world?" Okay, so her parents hadn't technically done any of that but she had no doubt that they wouldn't have had a problem doing it. Besides, they were still ruining her life one way or another. Sia lifted the mugs of coffee and brought one over to him, kissing his cheek. "Who also happened to get me into this mess and has too many rooms for one person so he can't really complain," she pointed out, ruffling his already messy hair and taking a seat next to him. She sipped delicately from her mug for a couple of seconds before setting it down with a content sigh.
"Think of all the fun we'll have!" Elysia enthused, crossing her legs. "We can stay up all night and play video games and I'll cook for you and we can have pool parties. It'll be fun," she insisted with a grin, cupping her warm mug between her hands. "I've got a big photo shoot coming up this weekend so I can pay rent. Besides, this place is huge. You wont even notice I'm here." He would definitely notice she was here, but he didn't need to know that for now. She wondered if he would kick her out considering he'd only just ended things with Veronica and now she'd showed up on his doorstep ready to move in with him.
"It's not going to be forever." Maybe. "Just until I find a new place. What do you say?" Sia asked, widening her eyes innocently and jutting out her bottom lip the tiniest bit.
Sia smiled sweetly up at a very sleepy Jett as he opened the front door, squinting at her in the morning light. His eyes were barely open and it looked as though she had woken him with her visit but, oh well. He could sleep some other time. "Good morning handsome. Isn't it a beautiful day?" she gushed, despite the fact that she was eager to be inside and away from the sun. Jett didn't refuse her entry, though he didn't seem entirely by her arrival, and she pulled her cases into his hallway before shutting the door with a chuckle as he called out to her from the living room. She left her bags were they were and followed him through to the kitchen.
"Oh, you mean the bags that you so chivalrously helped me with?" she asked sarcastically with a light roll of her eyes. She crossed to him with an impatient sigh and turned him towards the table. "Go sit down before you hurt yourself," she ordered. "I'll make the coffee." Although it was amusing to watch him struggle to wake up, she needed to stay on his good side. Especially when she had such a big favor to ask him...eventually. Elysia had gone through her options on how she should go about asking Jett to marry her. It was a little bit of an awkward topic considering they had been friends for so long. She figured that the easiest thing to do was to just ask him to marry her and explain that she didn't expect any sort of romantic commitment from him but...where was the fun in that? He'd screwed things up for her by making her go home and now she wanted to torture him a little. Sia was more than familiar with the art of subtle seduction. She was a girl, after all, and it would be nice if Jett saw her as one. Besides, if he fell in love, or lust, with her it would be easier to sway him on the whole marriage thing. And if he didn't, well, at least she'd have gotten some amusement out of it.
Elysia began making the coffee which didn't take an awful lot of effort on her part considering Jett had some high end machine that did most of the work for her. "Well, after you left me at my parents and I told them I'm not doing what they asked me to do." Best not to mention them wanting her to marry Jack just yet, lest he catch on to why she was really here. "They got all high and mighty and told me if I wasn't going to do what was best for the family, then I needed to pay them back for all the years they'd 'let me live off of them'. Do you know how many years I lived at home? Half a human lifetime. So, I had to sell my place - which I had just paid off, by the way - and give them the money to cover my apparent 'expenses'. Now I'm homeless. So, who better to come live with then my best friend in the whole world?" Okay, so her parents hadn't technically done any of that but she had no doubt that they wouldn't have had a problem doing it. Besides, they were still ruining her life one way or another. Sia lifted the mugs of coffee and brought one over to him, kissing his cheek. "Who also happened to get me into this mess and has too many rooms for one person so he can't really complain," she pointed out, ruffling his already messy hair and taking a seat next to him. She sipped delicately from her mug for a couple of seconds before setting it down with a content sigh.
"Think of all the fun we'll have!" Elysia enthused, crossing her legs. "We can stay up all night and play video games and I'll cook for you and we can have pool parties. It'll be fun," she insisted with a grin, cupping her warm mug between her hands. "I've got a big photo shoot coming up this weekend so I can pay rent. Besides, this place is huge. You wont even notice I'm here." He would definitely notice she was here, but he didn't need to know that for now. She wondered if he would kick her out considering he'd only just ended things with Veronica and now she'd showed up on his doorstep ready to move in with him.
"It's not going to be forever." Maybe. "Just until I find a new place. What do you say?" Sia asked, widening her eyes innocently and jutting out her bottom lip the tiniest bit.
Elysia
"I won't be able to get myself out of this one," Sia complained, massaging her forehead with her fingertips. This was not the way she had imagined her life going. She'd always seen herself growing up and falling in love with some handsome and brilliant vampire that just so happened to be of high enough standing that her parents didn't object. Or even if they did, she wouldn't care as long as she was happy. Now, they'd decided to take matters into their own hands and she did not like the answer they had come up with. She would not marry Jack. She couldn't! He was the kind of person she went out of her way to avoid every day. She could not share a life with him. She wouldn't.
Before Sia could make a final attempt to persuade Jett to bring her back by simply telling him the reason she was here, he had stopped the car and was already half dragging her towards the house. Her mother, of course, acted like he had rescued her near death and she rolled her eyes at her enthusiasm. They could have come for her themselves, if they'd been bothered. Sia cringed when her mother brought up Veronica and decided she'd let Jett run off this time. After all, there would probably be a million questions that he didn't want to answer. Even so, she scowled after him as he ran for his car.
Once they were inside, the questions were thrown at Elysia and she groaned and waved them off. "I don't know anything about what happened with Jett and Veronica. I'm sure it'll be in the paper tomorrow. Why don't you wait until then?" she suggested, inching around her mother. Now that she was here, all she wanted to do was sleep but it didn't happen for her. Both of her parents scolded her for not coming home, being drunk - like she wasn't almost a hundred years old - and for fighting them on the whole Jack thing. She argued with them again for some time before her mother grew exasperated and snapped at her.
"You will marry Jack. There's no family with a higher standing than his, other than the Vaskial's and I hardly think you want to marry Jett, now, do you?"
There was an idea.
Sia had laughed at first but then she started to weigh her options. Given the choice between the two, she'd take Jett in a heartbeat, It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to marry her best friend. At least she knew how well they would get on. Even still...she'd never really viewed him in a romantic light before. Of course they always played around, teasing one another, but actually thinking about marrying him was a different story.
"Fine. I'll marry Jett," she decided to her parents shock. They both stared at her for a moment as though waiting for her to laugh and tell them she was joking. Okay, so she was still a little tipsy but it was better than marrying Jack, right? Better for her, better for them. Everyone wins. Except maybe, Jett. Of course, it didn't have to be a romantic exchange. They could marry and still live the same lives they were living currently. He could go back to dating supermodels and she...well, it had been a while since she'd dated anyone, really.
"Jett? Really? Don't you think that would be uncomfortable for the two of you?" Her father asked, his forehead creased in a frown though she could already see his mind working.
"Trust me," Sia insisted. "It'll be less uncomfortable than having to marry one of the Danvers."
It was probably a terrible idea, made while she was still a little drunk, but her parents promised that if she could get Jett to agree to marry her, they'd back off. So, that was how she found herself standing at his door the following day with a couple of suitcases trailing behind her. She rang the doorbell and waited. She'd promised him he would regret bringing her home. Now he'd know she meant it.
"I won't be able to get myself out of this one," Sia complained, massaging her forehead with her fingertips. This was not the way she had imagined her life going. She'd always seen herself growing up and falling in love with some handsome and brilliant vampire that just so happened to be of high enough standing that her parents didn't object. Or even if they did, she wouldn't care as long as she was happy. Now, they'd decided to take matters into their own hands and she did not like the answer they had come up with. She would not marry Jack. She couldn't! He was the kind of person she went out of her way to avoid every day. She could not share a life with him. She wouldn't.
Before Sia could make a final attempt to persuade Jett to bring her back by simply telling him the reason she was here, he had stopped the car and was already half dragging her towards the house. Her mother, of course, acted like he had rescued her near death and she rolled her eyes at her enthusiasm. They could have come for her themselves, if they'd been bothered. Sia cringed when her mother brought up Veronica and decided she'd let Jett run off this time. After all, there would probably be a million questions that he didn't want to answer. Even so, she scowled after him as he ran for his car.
Once they were inside, the questions were thrown at Elysia and she groaned and waved them off. "I don't know anything about what happened with Jett and Veronica. I'm sure it'll be in the paper tomorrow. Why don't you wait until then?" she suggested, inching around her mother. Now that she was here, all she wanted to do was sleep but it didn't happen for her. Both of her parents scolded her for not coming home, being drunk - like she wasn't almost a hundred years old - and for fighting them on the whole Jack thing. She argued with them again for some time before her mother grew exasperated and snapped at her.
"You will marry Jack. There's no family with a higher standing than his, other than the Vaskial's and I hardly think you want to marry Jett, now, do you?"
There was an idea.
Sia had laughed at first but then she started to weigh her options. Given the choice between the two, she'd take Jett in a heartbeat, It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world to marry her best friend. At least she knew how well they would get on. Even still...she'd never really viewed him in a romantic light before. Of course they always played around, teasing one another, but actually thinking about marrying him was a different story.
"Fine. I'll marry Jett," she decided to her parents shock. They both stared at her for a moment as though waiting for her to laugh and tell them she was joking. Okay, so she was still a little tipsy but it was better than marrying Jack, right? Better for her, better for them. Everyone wins. Except maybe, Jett. Of course, it didn't have to be a romantic exchange. They could marry and still live the same lives they were living currently. He could go back to dating supermodels and she...well, it had been a while since she'd dated anyone, really.
"Jett? Really? Don't you think that would be uncomfortable for the two of you?" Her father asked, his forehead creased in a frown though she could already see his mind working.
"Trust me," Sia insisted. "It'll be less uncomfortable than having to marry one of the Danvers."
It was probably a terrible idea, made while she was still a little drunk, but her parents promised that if she could get Jett to agree to marry her, they'd back off. So, that was how she found herself standing at his door the following day with a couple of suitcases trailing behind her. She rang the doorbell and waited. She'd promised him he would regret bringing her home. Now he'd know she meant it.
Elysia
Elysia couldn't help but laugh at Jett's impression of Veronica. Although she'd only met her once or twice, she'd seen enough interviews of the two of them to know that he had it spot on. "Wow, you've got her down," she chuckled, resting her chin on her hand, her elbow on the couch, as she watched him impersonate her. She was glad that he wasn't feeling upset about ending things. She hated to see him down and she was glad that that wasn't the case. Besides, it meant he was content enough that she could complain about her own problems without feeling guilty.
"Don't worry. I'll protect you against your Mom. She's always loved me," she teased, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair with a grin. She tilted her head a little when he wondered aloud how Veronica was going to act, now. "Hmm, I don't envy the next poor girl you take as your victim. From the sounds of it, she's really going to have it out for her."
When she returned with the beers, Sia yelped as Jett suddenly pulled her down onto his lap. She shifted about, dropping the beers onto the couch before they ended up on the floor and sighed as Jett's grip on her didn't loosen. "What are you doing, you idiot?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him and then rolling them as he started with the compliments. He was such a charmer and she knew better than to fall for his tricks but that didn't make it any easier when he was whispering sweet things and leaning close.
"Jett, stop," she giggled as he moved in closer to her. All of the pheromones he was emitting were clouding her already fuzzy head. It wasn't fair that he could lower his voice that way. He was so close to her now, his nose brushing hers. She was torn between hitting him over the head with a beer and letting him kiss her. The decision was pulled from her grasp, however, as he pulled her over his shoulder.
"Jett!" she yelled, struggling in his grip. "Ugh, put me down! You're going to regret this," she swore as he picked up her bag and made his way out of her apartment and downstairs. She slapped his back a few times, more to get her point across than to hurt him, really. He was so infuriating! "You're supposed to be on my side!" she complained, groaning as the world spun a little from the combination of the alcohol she'd drunk all evening, and the fact that she was currently dangled from his shoulder.
"I'm going to vomit all over you," she warned but he took that moment to pull her around to him and set her down in the passenger seat of his car. She swore under her breath with her arms crossed while he told her he could catch her if she tried to run, and scowled out of the windscreen. When he joined her in the driver's side, she hit the back of his head. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to get her message across.
"If you ever do that again, I'll tell your Mom all your dirty little secrets," she threatened as she buckled up. "You're wrong about my parents. That wont satisfy them. They're trying to ruin my life and now you're an accomplice. You're bringing me to my doom," she insisted dramatically, pouting like a child.
Elysia couldn't help but laugh at Jett's impression of Veronica. Although she'd only met her once or twice, she'd seen enough interviews of the two of them to know that he had it spot on. "Wow, you've got her down," she chuckled, resting her chin on her hand, her elbow on the couch, as she watched him impersonate her. She was glad that he wasn't feeling upset about ending things. She hated to see him down and she was glad that that wasn't the case. Besides, it meant he was content enough that she could complain about her own problems without feeling guilty.
"Don't worry. I'll protect you against your Mom. She's always loved me," she teased, lifting a hand to ruffle his hair with a grin. She tilted her head a little when he wondered aloud how Veronica was going to act, now. "Hmm, I don't envy the next poor girl you take as your victim. From the sounds of it, she's really going to have it out for her."
When she returned with the beers, Sia yelped as Jett suddenly pulled her down onto his lap. She shifted about, dropping the beers onto the couch before they ended up on the floor and sighed as Jett's grip on her didn't loosen. "What are you doing, you idiot?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at him and then rolling them as he started with the compliments. He was such a charmer and she knew better than to fall for his tricks but that didn't make it any easier when he was whispering sweet things and leaning close.
"Jett, stop," she giggled as he moved in closer to her. All of the pheromones he was emitting were clouding her already fuzzy head. It wasn't fair that he could lower his voice that way. He was so close to her now, his nose brushing hers. She was torn between hitting him over the head with a beer and letting him kiss her. The decision was pulled from her grasp, however, as he pulled her over his shoulder.
"Jett!" she yelled, struggling in his grip. "Ugh, put me down! You're going to regret this," she swore as he picked up her bag and made his way out of her apartment and downstairs. She slapped his back a few times, more to get her point across than to hurt him, really. He was so infuriating! "You're supposed to be on my side!" she complained, groaning as the world spun a little from the combination of the alcohol she'd drunk all evening, and the fact that she was currently dangled from his shoulder.
"I'm going to vomit all over you," she warned but he took that moment to pull her around to him and set her down in the passenger seat of his car. She swore under her breath with her arms crossed while he told her he could catch her if she tried to run, and scowled out of the windscreen. When he joined her in the driver's side, she hit the back of his head. Not hard enough to hurt him, but enough to get her message across.
"If you ever do that again, I'll tell your Mom all your dirty little secrets," she threatened as she buckled up. "You're wrong about my parents. That wont satisfy them. They're trying to ruin my life and now you're an accomplice. You're bringing me to my doom," she insisted dramatically, pouting like a child.
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