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  1. “Em?” Devin yelled loudly as his backpack slid off his shoulder and he closed the front door of their home. He passed through the foyer and took a right into their massive kitchen/dining room area and saw half the contents of the fridge splayed out on the island like an orc raiding party had stopped by for a bite after looting and pillaging. “Emjay!” “Down here.” Marissa called out from the basement where the Jauntsen twins entertained guests. The Mirror was congratulating her on another successful workout as she was standing but bent over, hugging her legs in a display of her excellent flexibility. Slowly Devin walked about the island in the kitchen looking at all the food that was either gone or in various states of either half eaten or mingled with foods that should never be eaten together. Lunchmeat was torn open while lettuce and condiments were carelessly cast about the island’s surface. Every last remaining pudding cup looked like it’d been licked clean while two different soda cans were left on their sides next to open and empty juice cartons. “Jesus Christ,” Devin whispered to himself as tried to look away from the culinary train wreck as he followed the sound of her voice down into the basement. He thumped down the stairs, mindful of his aching muscles although they’d seemed to have loosed up quite a bit after being active for most of the school day. He saw his sister bent over and stretching, her ponytail sprawled falling to the carpet. “What hell, Em.” He thumbed towards the stairs. “The fuck happened up there? You okay?” “Oh my god, yes.” She sighed, standing up straight and arched her back to work out the rest of stretch. “I feel great, now. Guess I was just hungry.” “Em, that’s not hungry!” His thumb shifted to a finger as he pointed upwards. “That’s a full-scale raid on the fridge. Where did you put it all?” “I know, right? I’ve no idea,” she answered with more pep than he’d heard in a long time. “Most of me still hurts all over, but look,” she turned slowly, showing off the excessive amounts of skin she put on display when she worked out. “Most of the scratches are gone, Deej. Not even a scar.” He brother inspected her, looking at where he remembered a few of the larger cuts to be and sure enough, she was right; they were gone, not a red mark or a blemish. He traced his thumb along her side, where one of the larger wounds was just that morning, before Jason’s accident. “Fuel.” He said softly. “Hmm?” his sister asked, stepping away to retrieve her water bottle. “You needed fuel, Em. You were more injured than all of us. Shit, one of this things tried to eat you, I saw the entry wounds from its teeth, there’s no way… Emjay, your body needed to fuel the healing, that’s why you went all hungo. We need to call Annette, you need tests, there’s more to your abilities that mega-thottery.” “I’m not a thot, fuck off.” She snapped back, while chuckling. “And relax, I already called her. Thank to the school, Mom thinks I’m pregnant, so, yeah, there’s that. I’m going in so the Branch people can have a look at me and figure what the hell is going on. While I’m there, I’m going to shut Mom up by scheduling an appointment with Doctor Lassiter for a Paragard, since Dad’s insurance covers it.” “…a what now?” He asked. “A whoziwhatsit.” she replied. “That makes girl parts not do mommy stuff.” He nodded slowly. “Oooooh. Don’t you need a parent’s permission? Mom is I’m sure okay with you being safe, but after this, I think you’re banned from dick until like… 2090 or something. Just a guestimate.” “She knows she can’t stop me from having sex Deej, barring locking me in my room, and even then, you can teleport and open portals. I think Mom and Dad both know at this point; all they can do hope we’re responsible with our choices.” Devin laughed. “Which you obviously weren’t.” “We were!” She protested. “Devin trust me, there was nothing left to impregnate me by the time he put the condom-“ “I don’t need to hear this!” He clasped his hands over his ears and loudly proclaimed ‘lalala’. His sister was relentless and simply resorted to pantomiming every seedy, disgusting sexual act she and Cade had committed with a series of tongue in cheek gestures, hip thrusts and implying there was, at some point, the insertion of a fist into a cavity. As she slowed down, he gently lifted his hands to check if the coast was clear. “And then it was my turn…” she smiled wryly as he turned and fled upstairs, screaming ‘lalala’ as she chased him to their respective rooms upstairs while she loudly yelled every foul act, mostly made up, since he could no longer see her gestures. He only knew freedom after he’d slammed the door to his room. Grinning evilly, she retreated to her own room and prepared for a shower. They’d have company soon. ---===[@]===--- Between the work out and the shower, Marissa was feeling better. Her body still ached, her muscles feeling like sludge, but her and her brother had always toughed it out and pushed themselves, especially while not feeling well. No longer hungry, she went to clean the kitchen only to find that her brother was already on it. “Best bro ever,” she pecked him on the cheek and smiled as he shooed her away. “Nuh uh, you can’t kiss me anymore, I know where that mouth has been,” he joked. “Puh-lease,” she rolled her eyes, grinning. “I know your number. There’s no telling how much herpes you’ve smeared on my cheek. Rebecca alone you’ve been with what? Six, seven times?” “Uh, four.” He corrected her. He side-armed in a change of topic. “Feeling better? Everyone should be here soon.” “No,” she shrugged. She’d changed after shower into comfortable leggings and a crop top sweatshirt that exposed her midriff and hung off one shoulder, covering the sports bra she wore underneath. Her sweatshirt read: ‘Can’t talk right now. Doing Hot Girl shit.’ Her feet were bare and patted softly on the kitchen tiles. She was in light makeup, reasserting her position as the only girl in Shelly who wore lip gloss while dressed for lounging. “But I’m faking it well enough. Pretty sure this is going to be a complete shitshow, but, it is what it is.” “And if this doesn’t end positively?” he asked while wiping down the island and tossing the paper towel in the trash that was filled with the remnants of the fridge. “Then it doesn’t.” She shrugged and chuckled. “Made it through sixteen years of my life without them, Deej. Pretty sure I’ll be okay for another sixteen or so. I have superpowers, plus I’m gorgeous. This girl will be fine, trust me.” She drew her phone from the pocket on the thigh of her leggings and tapped to open an app. "I'm kinda peckish, think we should order pizza for everyone?" "Are you serious?" Devin looked at his sister in absolute amazement.
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  2. "Funny." Ravi commented dryly, taking a breath and relaxing back into the examination table's padded surface as Sable cut the remains of his shirt away. He fixed his gaze on Sable's face as she worked, now and then tempted to glance down from some morbid fascination at what she was doing, but all things considered her face, even focused in concentration, was a better sight. "I'm going to have to reopen the wound to get at the bullet." Sable told him, her professional demeanour broken only by the swift glance to his face. Her gaze warmed for a second as she noticed his golden eyes were on her, then the professionalism was back, and Sable's attention was once more wholly on what she was doing. Ravi heard the metallic scrape of her picking up implements and then... Well, nothing much. Some tugging - vaguely disturbing but not painful. Sable's expression was intent, yet calm, and Ravi watched the mild changes in the shape of her lips, the exotic shape of her eyes as they tightened or curved while she worked. He felt something cool - not cold, but cooler than his skin, running down the outside of his chest to pool under his back. My blood, he supposed, trying not to fidget, or even to breath deeply. The uncomfortable tugging grew in intensity, becoming almost painful, and he was aware of a scraping sensation in his chest. Talking would probably be a bad idea. So instead he focused on musing. What was he? What was Amelia? What was Sable doing later? What would a woman pick up in terms of carnal knowledge over three centuries of extended life? Or eight, for that matter: what did Ravenna want with him - and why did the remembrance of her licking his blood from her finger send prickles of heat through his skin? He tried to get his mind to focus on something other than his favorite past-time and instead pondered other matters. Who was Mourne? Were there other 'chosen' going through the same weirdness right now? Was Amelia going to do something stupid and annoy their hostess? Did the crazy extend into the bedroom? What was Amelia doing la- Dammit. It's said that men think about sex once every five minutes. Ravi wondered how they managed it so little. Thank whatever gods watched over him that he could multi-task. Sort of. More scraping in his chest, and a steady pulling sensation that was over the line of discomfort and into pain. Ravi let out a low hiss and closed his eyes. "Almost done." he heard Sable murmur, her voice reassuring, a balm on his nerves. More tugging, more liquid pooling against his skin, and then - *clink* "Got it." Sable didn't sound triumphant so much as satisfied as she dropped the bullet into a small dish and then began to swab and clean the wound. "Hmm. A couple of stitches and a bandage should be all you need, given what we've seen of how you heal- Oop!" She caught him as he half-rolled, coughing, blood flecking his lips as the fluid in his lung decided it was time to come up and out. Heedless of the blood on her own dark clothing, Sable held a shallow bowl under his face with one hand as her other arm effortlessly supported his spasming form. The paroxysms ceased, and Ravi sank back onto the bed with a weak groan as Sable took the bowl away. Eyes closed, he was aware of her dabbing a cloth on his face and mouth, then going back to sewing him up. He must have drifted off, because it seemed like he'd barely closed his eyes before she was nudging him awake. One of the two huge men was present, and helped Ravi into a wheelchair before stepping aside, letting Sable wheel him out of the infirmary. "Clean up." she told the... guard? Servant? as she left, nodding to the examination bed. They emerged into the hallway, Sable wheeling him to a guest room similar to Amelia's. "Let's get the blood washed off before you start feeling pain again." she suggested, nodding towards the bathroom. As being bathed by Sable went, it was a considerably less erotic experience than Ravi had imagined - she was gentle enough, but businesslike, having him sit on the edge of a bathtub as she wiped him down. "There's a robe and pajamas on the bed." she told him as she helped him up and through into the bedroom - tastefully decorated in dark reds and golds and, yes, black. She seated him on the edge of the bed, hesitating and stepping back as she considered him. "Do you need help?" she asked almost caringly, then corrected "And more to the point, if I do help, will you behave?" "No, thank you to the first question. Hell no to the second." Ravi managed a smile, causing Sable's lips to quirk in a grin and her head to shake momentarily. "Good. Because I'd have one of the bodyguards do it." she teased, turning to leave. She stopped in the doorway, looking back at the half-naked aristocrat as though she had more to say, but instead left in silence. Slowly, and with care to not pull at the stitches under the bandage around his chest, Ravi stripped off his by now ruined pants and socks and shoes. Turning, he found there were indeed a soft cotton set of pajamas and a warm-looking robe on the bed, which he donned before laying back on the bed itself, staring up at the decorative canopy. There was a sense, only a sense, that he was in danger here, but he'd been in dangerous situations before. Panicking wouldn't help matters, and he was certainly in no shape for a heroic escape. Besides, the danger wasn't so much one of intent on his hostess's part so much as just... part of her being what she was. In his opinion, anyway. Given her remarks about his taste, he did feel somewhat like a prepared side of veal. And would that necessarily be so bad, to have her drink his blood? What was it like? Did she have to kill to gain nourishment, or could she just tap him like a maple tree? Did it hurt? These and all his other questions chased him down into slumber as he closed his eyes. He'd completed what she asked of him. He was wounded. Surely some rest was in ord- Reclining on a luxurious bed, in a room of dark red and black, Ravi slept.
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