“Yes well we both know I bite too.” Heather teased her friend, laughing lightly. “Alright as long as he’s not bad. Aunt Heather is overprotective of her little nieces and nephews.” The blonde sighed though at the mention of her fledgling. “His name is Elijah. He’s a mess.” She shook her head. “He’s kind of.. a hunter who tried to kill me. But then he was dying. And you know I’m a big softy… so I turned him. And now he’s grumpy. Like all the time. He’s pretty though. That’s a perk. But we’re not a thing. His sister is nice too. Having to tell her what I did was oof. That wasn’t fun at all. Poor little human.”
“Jeannie is very protective of both of her boys. It’s worse when it comes to her son though. Good gods that girl would kill anyone for looking at her pup wrong. But, my grandbaby spends a lot of time on the Kentucky/Tennessee border,” she elaborated, smiling softly. She missed having Kelly around all the time, but she understood. “We’ve recently taken in a kid raised as a hunter. Chance’s grandson found him. It’s not easy for hunters to adapt to seeing us as people instead of something to put bullets in. And I do not envy you that.”
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“So what’s the alternative, huh? Stick around, keep feeling like you’re trapped and hope your family don’t find a reason to just kill you anyway?”
It was a stab in the dark but if someone feared that they’d be hunted down and killed, then that usually meant that whoever they were afraid of weren’t above finding other reasons to harm or kill them even if they didn’t run away.
He bristled at that, a snarl catching in his throat. He knew the other’s words were striking too close to home when his uncle had been run off for trying to save pups from the slaughter but he didn’t want to let on to just how much he was afraid of his own pack.
“Then let me spell it out. Neither of us talks about what we are to the other and just treat this as you being a kind person helping an injured person seek treatment for those injuries, then go our separate ways. That clear enough?”
His choice of words might have been a little coarse, but his tone was more just begrudging exasperation and a desire to not bring himself more trouble for the time being at this point.
“Fine.” She could tell there was something extra about him, the scent of magic was hard to miss when she had met witches before. She wasn’t sure if that was what he was, but he smelled about the same.
“That’s not a bad thing.” Viv couldn’t imagine not being ready to throw a punch at a moment’s notice, but she knew most people hadn’t been raised like her family. “I think they wanted you to have the chance to be normal, too. As normal as possible.” Not feeling safe immediately had her worried, but she did her best not to show the near-panic that flashed through her. “Would another school help? Or would home schooling be better? Because if you don’t feel safe, then fuck it. Your well-being is more important than any other shit and that definitely includes your mental well-being too.”
“I don’t think changing schools would help much. I never really fit in all that well to begin with.” It was hard bonding with normal humans when she hide her favorite parts of herself. It was part of what had drawn her to Teddy in the first place. She liked that she didn’t have to pretend with him. “But I think I would start feeling caged if I was stuck at home all the time too.”
“Of course not. The feline thing is the only reason I think you could throw a solid enough punch to get them to back off without a few years of training. I didn’t tell you to bite them. Decking a kid who’s being a dick is a pretty normal thing to do as long as you don’t break a bone or something.” She didn’t comment on the boyfriend, figuring if Aislynn wanted to share, she would. “Have you talked to your dads about it? I think Chase wanted you to go to school because we didn’t really… get to. But you’ve been going for years. If you wanted to bail and do online or home-schooling instead, they might be okay with it?”
“I’m not a fighter. I take after August too much on that,” she mumbled, shrugging a little. Although she couldn’t help but wonder if that sort of trait had contributed to her mother’s death as well. “I think it was more because they wanted us to blend in better and seem more normal. Draws less attention overall. But I just… I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t feel safe there.”
“Another kid? I missed another kid?” Heather sighed. “I’ll have to bond with it.” Heather still hadn’t had a kid, though taking care of her fledgling certainly was a job like one. But he was a man in his late twenties so it wasn’t exactly the same thing. “Do I need to threaten her boyfriend?” She asked with a tilt of her head. “I miss them all. Being around you is always like being with family.” Heather had never really had much of a family, Britt was really the closest it got for her.
“Not sure Levi would like being called an it and his girlfriend bites,” she warned playfully, nudging her a little. “I wouldn’t? Trace isn’t a bad guy, he’s half wolf and half fae with some mental issues, but he’s on medication. Star pretty much makes sure he stays on it,” she explained, trying to word it as best as she could to keep Heather from worrying. “Then stop vanishing, dumbass. And tell me about this fledgling before I strangle you.”
