Day: March 24, 2018

mythsandmonsters:

The house they finally arrived at was in one of the more affluent areas in the suburbs, not quite a gated community, but the houses that lined the streets for several blocks were the sort that had at least five bedrooms for the smallest of them, ranging up to full-blown Victorian-style mansions further into the depths of the neighbourhood.

Pulling in was almost surreal and all Ty could do was gape. Of all the places he had been expecting to show up at, this was towards the very bottom. “You can’t be serious.” There was no way in hell a place like this would be a great one to take a ghoul. 

blackmagicblackheart:

“Watch your tone,” she said coolly. Not even family could get away with disrespecting her. Alexi knew that. “Your mother means well, but I suppose that’s the problem, isn’t it? This isn’t a family that appreciates kindness. Which niece? It’s hard to keep track of your mother’s side of things.”

He had to bite back the urge to tell her to go fuck herself. Ray knew he was walking a razor thin line with his grandmother and she was far more likely to off him than his own mother. “The one that’s none of your business.” There was no way in hell he was letting Eleanor know about his very mortal, trigger happy niece. 

raisedinthesmoke:

Lex took that as an obvious cue that it was time to leave, giving a small nod in acknowledgement as he backed off a couple of paces. He hadn’t made his mind up yet whether or not he would take up the offer, but at least it seemed open-ended, so at least he had some time to think about it, and he didn’t have to worry about money for a couple of nights now, so that was also a big help.

“Guess maybe I’ll see you around, Jeff-that’s-named-after-a-1900s-serial-killer, or not? Whatever, right?”

“Ball’s in your court on that,” was all he had left to say before turning and seeming to melt into the shadows as he walked away without a trace. If not for the scrap of paper with the address, it could almost seem like he had never been standing there only moments before.

raisedinthesmoke:

“Ooookay,” Lex mumbled, half to himself. “Yeah, I don’t know who that is. Thanks for the history lesson though.”

Jeff didn’t look a whole lot older than Lex, but it wasn’t all that difficult to push back the signs of ageing if you had the money to pay for good skincare, decent food and all the cosmetic procedures you could get to stop things wrinkling or sagging these days. Hell, even Lex’s own mom looked at least fifteen years younger than she actually was thanks to fillers and botox. It didn’t even throw Lex at all that Jeff kept calling him a kid since he was used to anyone even remotely older doing so.

“That…makes me feel about as old as I actually am.”

Which was saying something since Jeff was on the younger end of the spectrum for his family. He was starting to get antsy though, the conversation winding down and the need to rip something apart rising sharply. If he didn’t get out of his system soon, he wouldn’t be able to go home before the sun came up and he didn’t need Ollie worrying over him. 

“You do what you want with the address, I gotta get some work done before sunrise. If we don’t cross paths again, you take care of yourself kid.”

raisedinthesmoke:

“Who?” he asked, looking completely bewildered by the comment.

Maybe if Lex had been born at least a few decades before the war broke out, he might have gotten the reference, but as it stood, Lex hadn’t even finished high school before he fell into his current life, so his knowledge of anything that far back in history was spotty at best.

“Serial killer from the late 1900′s.”

It felt weird to word it that way, but he was still getting used to the fact that he would continue to outlive the relevance of people that were famous or infamous.

raisedinthesmoke:

“Better than the name my parents gave me,” Lex shrugged casually, though he wouldn’t be quite so quick to give that one up, even if he was asked directly since that name belonged to someone he never was.

“My aunt and I were named after Jeffery Dahmer, so, pretty sure we have you beat on shitty names,” he joked despite that being exactly who they were named for. His grandfather was a strange one with names and it was a tradition he had gladly broken away from.

raisedinthesmoke:

“Lex.”

It wasn’t his full name, but it was what he usually answered to, and it was vague enough that it sounded like just another nickname that was probably nothing close to a legal name if things went wrong and they tried to connect him to anything.

The name made him smirk, but only because he knew his grandma had a friend that she called by that name and Ollie’s other dad hated him. It was amusing to him, to say the least. 

“Nice name.”

raisedinthesmoke:

Lex nodded, stuffing the address in his pocket. Chances were, he probably wouldn’t go looking the place up, but he supposed it was good to have the option at least, even if it was just a place he could score something to eat without anyone expecting anything from him in return.

“So, you’re Jeff, and I should ask for Ollie if I go to this place, right? Got it.” he acknowledged, partly to commit the names to memory, but also confirm that he was at least paying attention to the offer.

Jeff gave a short nod before he realized he didn’t even know the kid’s name. Manners were never something he found all that important, no matter how many times his mother had gotten on him about it. 

“You got a name, kid?”

raisedinthesmoke:

That Jeff wasn’t reacting the way Lex had anticipated was encouraging, but Lex was far too used to not getting his hopes up about anything so his relief was only with regards to acknowledging that at least wasn’t in immediate danger.

Still, when Jeff gave him the scrap of paper, Lex glanced over the address and frowned with mild confusion.

“This place is Uptown. You sure you want someone like me just turning up on the doorstep like that? I mean, it’s not like I’m homeless. I got a roof over my head. It might not be pretty, but it’s better than nothing.” he explained, trying to puzzle out Jeff’s motives and what exactly he thought Lex’s living situation actually was at this point.

“Wouldn’t have given you the address if there was going to be an issue. Ollie’s one dad was a bit like you once. He’s a bleeding heart type like my Ollie is though. If nothing else, you can get a free meal and a night off.”

It was honestly up to the kid at this point. He wasn’t going to force him either way, but he would feel a little better if he knew the boy had somewhere safe he could turn up, no questions asked. 

babyitsmagic:

“I’m not sure that cheating death is ever fun. It’s why people generally don’t try and even fewer succeed,” she answered, unfazed by the anger. Most people reacted poorly to discussions of death. Beck had tried explaining it to her, but it was too much of who she was to fully be about to understand it. “Some people would call you lucky.”

“Yeah, well, no one fucking asked you.” Dying would have been easier. She wouldn’t still be in pain, wouldn’t still need operations every few months, wouldn’t be kept from shifting freely. Being a wolf and only allowed to shift enough to keep from going feral was nearly as awful as the way her childhood had been spent.