The Tiberius J. Swann Education Facility

Who: Ingrid and Reese
When: Evening
Where: Their apartment
What: A surprise

It was dumb to be nervous, and yet she was. This was a sensation that was a relative new presence in her life and Ingrid was remiss to admit that it had become quite frequent. Now that Reese was back in her life, though, she wanted to do everything right, everything better. And she was trying very hard to do that and, in turn, putting a lot of pressure on herself. But pressure was good. Pressure she could handle. She was determined. And hopefully tonight would go a long way toward showing that.

The dinner was set. Wyatt had already been picked up from daycare, cleaned up and seated in the high chair at the table as well, playing with his little spoon and babbling. It was admittedly a little bit cute. Dinner was ready, just put on the table, a large and piping hot dish of Shepard's Pie. Beside that, there was a smaller one, a single sized portion that was less aggressively seasoned and pulverized to shit before being cooked. That one was for the baby, and she was allowing it to cool a bit while waiting on Reese to get in.

It didn't stop there, though. She'd made peach cobbler too, complete with a touch of lavender. And chilling in the fridge was some sweetened and whipped mascarpone cream that would help to offset the flavors. This was the type of cooking her mother had always done. And Ingrid could only hoped that it tasted good. Her palette couldn't really pick up on the flavors, couldn't quite determine if they were too subtle, too strong, or just right, but Bastian had given her a pretty comprehensive recipe and she had followed it to the tee. She just really, really hoped that it had all turned out right.

When she heard the key in the apartment door, she could feel her stomach tighten up ever so slightly. Her hands smoothed down the front of the dress she had changed into once the messy part of the cooking had been done and she called out once she knew he was in the apartment. "We're in the kitchen." He could probably smell that. The whole house smelled of food at the moment.

Who: Ingrid and Reese
What: A talk
When: Late
Where: Their apartment

It was now or never, Ingrid had decided. She could either have the conversation with Reese that both she and Nox agreed she could have or she could just keep it from him forever and continue to feel as though she was growing apart from him. Neither option suited her but... the former seemed a better choice than the latter. It wasn't like he wouldn't notice eventually that she was so distant if he hadn't already.

Wyatt was sleeping. He had been for a while now. Reese was in bed reading some sort of book. Ingrid had been in the other room pretending to watch television but of course she hadn't been. Instead she had been thinking about what to tell him, what she could tell him, without violating Lyle's trust. She had no more idea as to what she was going to say when she walked into the room than she had when she had first come to the conclusion that they needed to talk, but she couldn't put it off any longer.

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Ingrid's large eyes peered at him, her red lips formed into a pout that silently demanded his attention. Once she had it, she decided to just put it out there, like ripping off a band-aid. It was for the best that way, right? "I had sex with Lyle. Before you got here." And just to clarify she added, "As in before we all got sick and I called you."

Who: Ingrid, Reese and possibly some Peyton
When: Sunday Night
Where: Infirmary
What: Reese has come to get his woman.

Things with Lyle had gone exactly how she had anticipated. He had been a bit miffed, made some remark about her being a liar and she had gone off, of course, yelled at him about him using her which had, in turn, caused him to go off some more and it ended with her storming out of the apartment. It was pretty typical. In a few days they would talk and everything would be okay again, probably, maybe, but for right now, things just weren't.

Ingrid was angry and hurt and tired. On top of that she was anxious and giddy and a fucking nervous wreck as she sat around the lobby of the infirmary waiting for Reese to show up. Every time the door to the infirmary would open, which was often, she would get her hopes up that it was him. So far it hadn't been. She checked the clock on her phone and frowned. How fucking long did it take to just teleport? She was ready for him to be here already.

Who: Godric, Reese, Lyle, Dante, and Jack
What: The Rescue
Where: Roswell, NM
When: Friday evening
Rating: R for violence


Two weeks was long enough. Godric was not a man who acted on impulse, but Peyton had been gone long enough. Nox had been right- he couldn't just sit around and do nothing. He was her father for God's sake, he had to do something. Unfortunately, he didn't have a plan as to what he could do. There was nothing he could conceive of that Jack Billings might want, and even less that Godric could offer him. But he had to try. So with Lyle, Reese, and Dante in tow, Godric booked the earliest after dark flight out to the desert. Not much was said on the trip over. There was a shared anxiousness and animosity shared amongst the group. Everyone was worried about Peyton, what state she would be in when she was found, if she would even look the same. Jack was nothing like a normal man. He had deformed his own son for curiosities' sake, had been splicing his daughter's DNA since shortly after her birth. Any scenario their imaginations might concoct was reasonable to expect.

The only person seemingly at ease was Dante. He wasn't sure why he had agreed to coming, but he knew why the vampire queer had asked him along. Shortly put, they needed muscle backup. Dante had heard all the shit about this Jack Billings guy. He knew Peyton wasn't normal, something about aliens or whatever (he didn't care too much). He knew that Jack had fucked up his own son with some kind of experimentation. And he knew that, if push had to come to shove, he would be the only one who could actually kill the guy.

( Of course, nothing was going to work in their favor. )

Who: Blue and Reese
What: Naked Pegan dancing?
Where: The woods on campus
When: After sunset
Rating: PG 13


This was exciting! Exciting and naughty. Blue knew that she wasn't supposed to be doing these things anymore, since Daddy had told her not to, but... Well dancing naked with someone wasn't sexual, necessarily, it was spiritual. They were dancing under the moonlight and letting themselves be free. And Blue promised herself that she wouldn't peek at his nakedness. She might accidentally see something, but she wouldn't look.

Wrapped in a sarong, Blue walked out onto the grounds in bare feet, the impending autumn breeze blowing her long red hair off her face. She held two white pillar candles in her small hands, and had a small book of matches stuck in between her boobs. Reese was already out at the water tower, as he'd promised to be, looking broody and handsome as she expected. He reminded her of Jimmy, he seemed so serious. "Hi!" she grinned, skipping the rest of the way to see him. "I brought candles! This'll be fun. You look handsome. You ready?"

Who: Reese and Ingrid
When: Wednesday afternoon
Where: his NEW room
What: prolly smexin'

As soon as Ingrid put up her away message, Reese set to work making sure his room was presentable. Perhaps he should have done that BEFORE chatting her up. Eh, it looked alright. He wasn't completely happy with the arrangement of the furniture just yet, but his belongings were all unpacked and stowed away where he wanted them. The only thing he needed now was a good sofa and a decent bed to replace the piece of shit the school provided. He'd wanted to do that when he first moved in, but the room he shared with Fox wasn't big enough for anything other than a twin. Now that Reese had a room to himself, he could probably fit a full and a love seat. Had to have somewhere comfortable to sit while playing video games, and seeing as how Ingrid might be staying over more often, he figured they'd both appreciate a slightly bigger bed.

Reese checked himself out in the mirror before Ingrid's arrival, making sure that he looked better than presentable. Ingrid was going to fuck him, not the room, so it was more important that he looked good. Though as he checked to see if he smelled decent as well, Reese began to ponder the information Ingrid had shared with him. He smelled different. Different how? Did the alteration of his DNA make him stand out as a non-human even more than the scales did? And would Ingrid figure out what he was?

He didn't get a chance to mull over such thoughts any longer because there was a knock at the door. Reese opened it with a smile and stepped aside for his 'mistress' to come inside.

Who: Reese and Ingrid
When: Sunday night into Monday night
Where: heading into Boston
What: a date?

Standing in the parking lot, ass pressed against the driver's side door of his car, Reese checked his watch. An hour ago, he'd sent Ingrid a text telling her where to meet him. He'd given her plenty of warning, right? They'd talked about going out the other night, he'd mentioned what kind of clothes she should wear. Didn't take him much time at all to pick some dark jeans and a fitted white cotton shirt. What the hell was the hold up on her end? It was dark. Time to fucking party!

Finally, the sound of heels clicking on the pavement caught his attention. Reese peeled himself away from the car to spin around and see one fine woman walking toward him. "'Bout time. I was beginning to think I'd been stood up." Not really. Though he was starting to wonder if Ingrid was Italian. Those women were never on time for ANYTHING! They routinely showed up three hours late, no apology or excuse, and then got defensive when you bitched. He bought a watch for one woman he'd dated over there, and she actually took offense, saying Italians don't operate on Eastern Standard Time. Bitch didn't even put out until the fifth date, and it wasn't all that great!

Ingrid was better than great though, so Reese would tolerate a decent bit of abuse from her. She could show up a week late, and he'd probably still be waiting.

Who: Angel, Reese, later Fox
When: About 10:30AM
Where: E1
What: Angel brings back the shoes (sadly)

When she woke up that morning at 6:30 to get dressed for a morning jog around the campus, Angelina was surprised to find a box sitting outside of her door. She found it just after 7 on her way out and sighed heavily to herself when she saw what was inside. But she only sighed after gasping and fanning her face because the shoes were absolutely gorgeous. A strong desire to put them on overtook her but she told herself she couldn't. They were beautiful shoes! Reese had good taste, or at least an eye for what women liked. Darn him. He had been so annoying last night, asking her all of the same questions all men here seemed to ask. Why was it so important to men, anyway?

Taking the box into her room she put it on the table, keeping it closed, and then went out for her jog. It was far too early to return them to Reese but as soon as it seemed late enough she certainly would! When 10:30 rolled around three hours later, Angel changed into a more casual outfit than her business attire and made her way over to the room. She knew where Fox stayed and, therefore, Reese. Taking a deep breath and a last, somewhat longing look at the shoes, the blond knocked on the door and stood back to wait for it to be answered. She hoped Fox did not get the door because, sadly, she wasn't there to see him.

Who: Reese and Ingrid
When: Monday night
Where: various places inside the school
What: some fun for the birthday boy.. plotting and smexin'

( This was a bad idea. Bad in that it was completely wicked. But that was what made it so damn appealing. )

Who: Reese and Fox
When: Sunday afternoon
Where: starting in THEIR room, E1... then the pool
What: first meeting and swimming

This was so fucking pointless. Reese should have been continuing toward his degree in architecture in Florence, not driving from D.C. to fucking Danvers.. some shit hole town near Boston. As his Audi R8 weaved through the streets, Reese found himself growing more and more depressed. This was going to suck. Reese's hopes rose ever so slightly though when the massive structure of the school came into view. The building was beautiful. Peyton said something once about it being an old mental hospital. Looked mid to late 1800's, Victorian, and was clearly the brainchild of Thomas Story Kirkbride. Reese easily recognized the layout. The design itself was intended to promote mental health and treat lunacy, but seeing as how Peyton was still fucking bonkers, it seemed a failed design.

Rolling up and taking a space that was marked as reserved, Reese climbed out of his car and surveyed his surroundings briefly before grabbing his laptop bag and a monstrous duffle. It would take another ninety minutes of mind-numbing proceedings to check-in and get the necessary paperwork filled out before he was given a welcome packet that included a map and his key. Room: E1. Roommate: Todd Wiley. Roommate? FUCK! Why couldn't he be back at his flat in Firenze? He could be sipping wine in the piazza overlooking the river. Instead, he was shacking up with someone who was sure to be a freak, with his violent sister just down the hall.

Not even bothering with knocking, since it was his room and he had a key, Reese entered and tossed his duffle to the floor. "Move your shit over to your side," were the first words out of his mouth.

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