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[ Hank smiles softly. Those soft purrs and growls are getting to him too. Maybe if Elijah sleeps all day, they can go at it for a bit.

He's got more important things to worry about, sure, but it's not like he can't save the thought for later. They need to get home right now. And take care of a new, fledgling vampire. ]

That's why he's got you. Bet you stood up for him and he hated it.

[ He's always up for an appropriately timed distraction, after all.

Gavin snickers at that, a genuine smile lighting up his face. ]

Pretty much. Why else would he have figured out a way to get bullies to fight each other? I kept trying to punch them.

Sounds like you, Ezra.

[ He knows you like it when he uses your real name. And besides, distracting Gavin before they get home and he has to deal with everything is probably a good idea. Hank's a good husband like that. ]

He's always trying to look out for you, but you end up taking care of him, huh?

[ Gavin shudders a little and touches his scar, grinning. He drops his hand and fiddles with his wedding band, mostly to tease him. ]

Pretty much. Kinda nice that nothing much has changed over the years, despite it all.

[ He looks back at him. ]

I'm glad Chloe's going to be okay. I think that would well and truly break him if she wasn't.

[ Hank smiles, giving his own wedding band a twist when they make it to a stop light. He can imagine how much it would hurt Kamski to lose Chloe, actually. After all, she's been there with him from the beginning. She's family too. ]

Well, one thing's for sure, your brother knows how to make some damn good robots.

[ Chloe and Connor both, but all the rest, too. ]

Connor said her hard drive was made a little tougher than most models. Though Eli might have backups, it looks like he wanted to make sure Chloe could survive anything.

Yeah, he'd do anything for Chloe. [ He dips his head back again, closing his eyes. ] The two people he loves: Chloe and me.

[ He opens an eye, looking at his husband. ] And you, as a byproduct. But he won't admit that.

Yeah, you both got some weird taste.

[ Hank smiles. He knows it's the twin shit, but Elijah really has thanked him for taking care of his little brother in the past. Maybe being brother-in-law with a triilionaire is a little weird, (especially because of the twin thing,) but Hank wouldn't have it any other way. ]

But it's good he uses that brain of his to keep the worst from happening with shit like this. Didn't he also build a bunker for you in one of his basements?

[ He's glad they've all learned to co-exist and get along, in spite of all the... weirdness. Babcia's little charm around his neck helped in certain areas that's for sure. ]

Yep. Guess he'll probably start getting more use out of it himself. [ And he's sure he'll go over the top in adjusting to this vampire shit. Use his big brain to make some ridiculous invention or two. That's just how how Eli does things. ]

Always 20 steps ahead. The Kamski way, huh?

[ Hank nods reassuringly, giving Eli a quick glance and driving them the rest of the way home. It doesn't take long—it's the middle of the night, after all. ]

Let me know if you need any help. You know Connor, he'll find anything for the pack.

Of course.

[ He's quiet the rest of the brief ride home, just angling his head so he can keep a bit of an eye on his brother in the back. Once they pull into their home, he take a deep breath and nods. ]

Yeah, of course. I'm just gonna see what he needs when he wakes up. I'm assuming it's just gonna be blood.

[ He remembers babcia saying that vampires don't have to be part of covens to thrive so... he can't see Elijah Kamski having an easy time of that anyway. He slips out of the passenger seat and opens up the back, reaching in to scoop up his brother gently. ]

We're home, Eli.

[ With that, he starts to head towards the door to the basement. ]

You got this.

[ Hank nods, making his way over to the house to give Gavin his space. He'll be there for him when this is over, something tells him Gavin's gonna need plenty of little spoon time tonight.

Elijah doesn't stir when Gavin picks him up. He's cold and still, sleeping like the dead, needless to say. It might take a little more than that to get him to wake up. ]

[ He's gonna need plenty of husband cuddles, especially if Eli needs to take a lot of his blood. Get the juice and cookies ready, Hank. He smiles a little at him before he heads down. ]

Thanks. I'll let you know if I need you. [ With the mark or with, well, yelling.

He takes him down to the basement, locking up, and gently lays him on the little bed. Thankfully they'd cleaned up after their last full moon so it's well stocked and not a mess. He doesn't think Eli will want raw meat, but if worse comes to worse...

Eli is cold and still. He reaches over to put a hand to his chest, feeling the very slow heartbeat hit his palm once. Gavin watches him for a minute longer. Then he takes said hand and slaps him a little on the cheek. ]

Get up! Time for school, dumbass. [ Oh, memories. ]

[ Eli wakes up, his gaze foggy and distant. The words certainly feel familiar—Ezra always had to wake him up when they were in grade school, or Elijah was likely to sleep in till the first bell. ]

Five more minutes...

[ He mumbles, fangs and cold skin, still the same. His instinct hasn't quite taken over yet, but a fledgling without a sire tends to lose it fairly quickly. Maybe having an alpha helps, but that'll be further down the line. Right now, Elijah is mostly just tired. So tired. He could sleep forever. ]

[ His voice should be a few octaves higher for it to really match, but it's pretty similar. So he just keeps poking him in the face, just leaning into being an irritating little brother. ]

You slept in the car. C'mon, get up, I gotta see how you're doing.

[ He gently tugs on his cheek, which pulls his lip back enough to see a fang. Jesus. He wonders if he can hide those... hm. ]

Are you thirsty?

[ Poking a vampires mouth is actually a pretty good way to get their attention. The fangs come down, the thirst and hunger burns in his throat enough to get him out of the zombie-like state he'd been in. Elijah isn't thinking when he finally comes to—or at least his body does. His eyes slam open, senses suddenly too loud and active to give his brain time to catch up.

He hisses in response to the touch, jumping off the bed to put space between them and take in his surroundings. It smells like wet dog all around him. Wet dog and blood and meat and alive. He'd probably have lashed out if he hadn't recognized his brother—it's not quite the same scent, but it's hard to be on edge when he knows that Ezra is just an extension of himself.

Though, yeah, Ezra smells like a wet dog, and Elijah is very hungry, so he stays back, looking around him for some kind of escape. He's probably not gonna be coherent until he's eaten. ]

[ His instincts are like fog horns the second Eli's body starts to snap awake. Gavin jumps back from the bed, hands up in front of him in an open position. Yep, this is about what he expected... the same kind of thing happened to him, after all. Overwhelmed and confused. ]

Hey, Eli. It's me, Ezra. Your brother. [ His voice is even and surprisingly calm. It's not like he has anything to fear really. ] Tell me what you need, I'm here to help you.

Ezra...

[ His voice sounds incredibly hoarse, but it's there. Even just pure instinct, he knows his brother. Ezra is safe. He'd been in danger but now he is here. This isn't the place before. There's no smell of death outside of himself.

His eyes dart from the door to Ezra. He's so hungry. It hurts. But he couldn't attack his own brother... ]

I don't. I don't know.

[ He smiles a little, even though it's hard to hear him sound confused. When was the last time Elijah Kamski admitted he didn't know something? He starts to approach him slowly. ]

Hey, it's fine. I'm sturdier now, remember? You can take it from me if you need it.

[ He doesn't know if vampires can even drink werewolf blood, but. It's worth a shot? Better than having him lick the raw meat in the freezer. ]

I—Ezra, you...

[ Truth is Eli doesn't really know how to hold back. He's only keeping his distance through sheer strength of will—let it be said that Kamskis are stubborn as hell. But Eli's throat burns and his skin is ice cold and Ezra is just so warm, staying away isn't going to work much longer.

For the first time in decades, Elijah Kamski doesn't know what to do. His jaw aches, sharp fangs catching on his lips as they extend. He can't lose himself, but he's untethered and lost and Ezra is right there, and Elijah finds himself stepping forward. He can only do so much. ]

Forgive me.

[ ...are the last words he manages before he loses the last of his control and leaps toward Gavin, latching on to him by the shoulders and sinking his fangs into his brother's neck. It's all a great deal more violent than it needs to be, but some instinctive part of him recognizes werewolves as dangerous, so maybe that's why. ]

[ He ignores his instincts shrieking for him to defend himself, just letting it happen. You can't overpower him, werewolf side, his brother is more important than centuries long feuds.

Gavin hits the wall with a slap and gasps when Eli's fangs sink into him. It only hurts for a second, not sure if it's his his healing or there being something in vampire saliva that eases the pain. ]

I-It's okay. [ He somehow manages to speak, shutting his eyes and biting his lip. It feels really fucking weird but it's Eli. His twin. Their blood is shared anyway. Gavin's eyes are glowing amber when he opens them again, shuddering.] It's not your fault.

[ It's probably a mix of both, since werewolf blood isn't usually the best when it comes to vampires. But it's different since they're brothers, and twins on top of that. Not that Elijah knows any of this, he's a little gone at the moment. All he knows is that his brother's blood tastes good and it's warm and alive and the burning ache in his throat and his stomach are finally starting to fade away. Maybe in another life, he could have been taught that werewolves are bad and that he shouldn't be so loud as he slurps and drinks from his victims, but in this life Elijah killed his sire and everyone else in 'his' coven. He only has his brother, and his mate who he can almost taste.

Yeah, that's gonna be a little weird, but Ezra's blood tastes so right. Like it's already his. This feels so much better than everything did before—this is good. Elijah keeps drinking, holding Ezra tight and groaning softly. Yeah, he's not letting go any time soon. ]

[ It's a bizarre feeling, that's for sure. As he laps at his open jugular Gavin starts to feel warm, a fuzzy haze over him. It feels like they're one in the same, that there's no place that Ezra stops and Elijah begins. (And Hank, since his mate thrums in his blood as well. It feels like he's sharing his feelings, his memories.)

This keeps going until another kind of klaxon sounds off in his head, but this one of danger. Okay, yeah, if Elijah takes anymore from him it'll be a bad time. ] Eli. [ He rasps it out, groaning as his knees start to wobble. ] Eli, we gotta stop for now.

[ His eyes flash a darker amber and he reaches up to grab his brother's shoulders, attempting to push him away from his neck. ]

[ Hmmm yeah Eli's not available to answer your call right now, leave a message. His grip tightens on Ezra involuntarily, as though feeling him trying to pull away just makes him want to hold on tighter. He'd never want to hurt his brother, of course, but this feels like his first meal ever and he's seriously checked out. This is how things should be. The two of them together -- and well, Hank can stay too. That's good. He's their alpha. It's good. ]

[ Okay, yeah, he's gonna have to go at this differently. He doesn't want to but he also doesn't want to experience a complete desanguination either. ]

Eli.

[ His eyes flash deeper and his own mouth gets toothier. His bones and muscles crack and snap and he starts to growl deep in his chest. ]

Elijah.

[ With a snarl he shoves him off his neck with a good amount of his Werewolf Strength. Looks like he's going to have to set some instinctual boundaries here. ]

[ Elijah may be out of it, but he can feel when Ezra starts to shift under him. Oh yeah, werewolves are dangerous. He knows that. The shove is certainly enough to get him to release Gavin, though he responds with a hiss before he actually comes back to himself, blinking rapidly. It's pretty clear when the change happens; his eyes go from deep red to golden yellow. So much for those blue eyes of his. ]

...Ezra? [ Elijah stares, wide-eyed. He feels incredible. Every ache he'd had is gone, like he'd never been hurt at all. Ezra meanwhile is clearly bleeding. He looks pale. Guilt settles deep in his stomach, despite how his body tries to reject the idea. ] Are you hurt? Did I...?

Edited 2018-12-31 19:02 (UTC)

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