The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Kennedy and Lupe
What: Ken is getting his wife from the vampire house
Where: The kidnapper vampire house
When: Midday
Rating: PG escalating to NSFW

Ken didn't have all the details. Something about a vampire, kidnapping, a lot of people from the school getting grabbed, locked in a basement. Being fed upon. Ken didn't listen too much, and he didn't care much for the details. Lupe was there, and she was alive, and that was all that mattered. He drove quickly to where he was told she was, driving faster than he ever had in his entire life. He didn't even know the speed limit, and he didn't care.

Parking his car, Ken scrambled out, looking frantically through the mass of people in the front yard of a house that, unless he'd been looking for it, Ken might not have even known was there. People were wrapped in blankets, sitting in the grass, healers checking up on people. And finally, he saw her. She was standing alone, a dark blanket around her shoulders, just watching the people around her. Dried blood speckled her chest and arms, and maybe more of her but he couldn't see it. He was glad of it, because he couldn't handle seeing her worse than she was. Pushing himself past a few people, Ken strode over to her, pausing a moment to just look at her, take the sight of her in. Then he threw his arms around her, holding her tightly. She was alive, in his arms, and that's all that mattered.

Who: Ken and Lupe
What: A hard conversation
Where: Their apartment
When: Evening
Rating: PG

Days had passed since he and Lupe had talked, and Ken had tried to give her space but he couldn't live in this apartment anymore until they talked, really talked, face to face. She had been avoiding him, and Ken didn't blame her, but he didn't like walking on eggshells. So he had cooked dinner, spaghetti because she liked that, and he was sitting at the dinner table waiting for her to come home. He had already said grace, but waited before eating. He was nervous and didn't think he could eat anyway.

( Chiquita, can we please talk about this? )

Who: Lupe and Kennedy
What: Spouses talking
Where: Their apartment
When: Thursday evening
Rating: NSFW


Ken still hadn't told Lupe what he was yet. He didn't know how. It was still so staggering in his mind, the vast change between what he had been and what he was now. It conflicted with all his morals. He was a servant to God. How was he supposed to become demonic? Worse still, how could something so personal as intercourse now become something as common and public as food? He didn't think he could do it. He felt the hunger in him, the need for something more than the steaks he had cooked for Lupe last night, but the thought of exploring that hunger seemed too much.

Still, he knew he needed help. People looked at him as he walked by them, really looked, in a way that he had never noticed anyone looking before. It made him feel good, and that made him feel guilty. He didn't know what to do. He had to figure out how to turn this off. He had been hiding in his room all night, but he knew now that he needed to talk to Lupe about it. So with a regretful sigh, Ken left his work on his desk and padded barefoot to his wife's room, knocking gently on her door. "Lupe?" he called. "May I ask you something, please?"

Who: Kennedy and Lupe
What: Husband/wife date
Where: A dance club
When: Nighttime
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress

Ken was determined to have fun tonight. He still felt empty inside, like his chest had been scooped out and there was no herat left in there anymore, but he didn't want Lupe to look like she did anymore. It wasn't her fault that things between himself and Rachel had ended. He had made his decisions, and Rachel wasn't happy, and Lupe had no hand in any of it. Ken wished that his friend wouldn't feel badly anymore.

So tonight, they would have fun. They would hang out like they had in Columbia, just the two of them. Lupe would tease him, and Ken would try and discourage her, and maybe things would be better after tonight. Maybe he would find a new lease on life. There were lots of things to try, things Kennedy had never done before. Maybe things he would like.

Waiting on the couch while Lupe finished getting ready, Kennedy flipped through one of her girl magazines, his eyebrow furrowed at the alarming amount of clevage on the makeup models. Was that much chest exposure really necessary to sell eyeshadow?

( That's... not what I was expecting. )

Who: Lucas and Lupe
Where: School grounds and then his room.
What: She's hungry!
Status: Incomplete (Sorry Suza! :( ) -- not quite NSFW yet

( "Need help?" )

Who: Xander and Lupe
Where: Music Room
When: Afternoon, after classes
Rating: Safe for now.

( One was dangerous. Getting two in the same room was worse. Much much worse. )

Who: Ikon and Lupe
When: Afternoon
Where: Dance Studio
What: A chance encounter

( If you are interested in succubus, then you are incubus, si? )

Who: Lupe and Nox
When: Evening
Where: Around campus
What: Nox is playing tour guide!
Note: INCOMPLETE

Who: Charlie and Lupe
When: Sunday morning
Where: his apartment
What: teaching a succubus to curse in English

Charlie still thought the idea of him teaching anyone anything was a little far fetched. But Hope seemed to think it was a good idea, and now he'd promised to be an English tutor to the new succubus on campus. What a strange turn of events. It was good for him though. Maybe it would give him shit to do other than sit around drinking and feeling sorry for himself. He needed to get out of this funk.

It wasn't early, but considering how much he'd drank the night before, Charlie got up at a reasonable hour. There wasn't a trace of a hangover, because he didn't really get them anymore, and he slipped a few shots of tequila into his morning cup of blood just to take the edge off. It helped, or maybe he just thought it did, but if a placebo did the trick, then good, right?

After a quick shower, he changed into some relaxed jeans and an old, black AC/DC t-shirt that was softened from age and frequent use. He loved it. Charlie didn't bother with shoes or socks. He just stretched out on the sofa and scribbled in a notepad until Lupe arrived.