Gregory & Henry Bennett (thewitchyduo) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-01-11 12:31:00 |
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Current location: | The Hyperion |
Current mood: | distressed |
Entry tags: | ~gregory bennett, ~sylvia wilde |
Dealing: It's a Learning Process
Who: Gregory Bennett & Sylvia Wilde
Where: The Hyperion
When: Sunday, January 9th, late evening after this scene
Status: Completed
Rating: PG
Once Sylvia had determined where Gregory and Henry Bennett had settled in the States, it didn't take her long to track them down as well as her sire. She and Lilith had a pleasant reunion over one of her best bottles of wine at Eden and although the older vampire had offered her a suite in her home, Sylvia politely declined. She wanted to live close to the hospital and her patients if they had need of her and considering the obligation she felt toward the Bennetts, she wanted to be nearby.
Sylvia couldn't explain her...connection? Attraction?...To the Bennett brothers, but there it was none-the-less. Perhaps she felt...pity for Gregory who had been living the fast life while just finishing his time at university and Henry, she felt motherly toward. Again, perhaps it was because she herself never got the chance to obtain motherhood. While she was indebted to her sire of giving her another chance at life, there were aspects of that life Sylvia would never have. She had been looking forward to life with her betrothed, Hugh, and that had been taken from her. Watching over the brothers was some sort of surrogate for her she supposed.
Whatever the case, she easily gained access to the Hyperion late that night as all the young ladies were out doing their jobs. It was quite obvious what they were and it amused the vampire that she was able to walk freely among their headquarters. Such was the beauty of apartments and hotels.
Sunday nights were her night off and Sylvia had given the brothers at least the holidays to themselves before she made her presence known to them. Donning a somewhat cream colored, long cashmere sweater, jeans, boots, and a black scarf she entered the hotel. It was fairly easy for her vampire sense of smell to detect the males in the building and even easier still to track down Gregory in his room. Since the Slayers were not present, it was incredibly easy to enter Gregory's room unnoticed mostly because the man was sleeping. Although it wasn't long after she settled in a nice easy chair that he stirred and got up to use the bathroom.
When he stepped out she spoke, "Good evening, Gregory." It was amusing to see him get startled, stubbing his toe against the nightstand as he fumbled to turn on the lamp and reveal the attractive woman sitting in one of his chairs.
"Bloody hell, Sylvia, what is the matter with you!" Was Gregory's irritated retort. Picking up his clock, the blond haired man made an equally irritated noise, "What do you want at 1:30 in the morning?" His hands came to rest on his waist, waiting for an answer.
When Gregory had found out that she was a vampire, he had pleaded with her to turn his mother, Marie, and spare her a painful end. Given her own similar past, Sylvia had been greatly tempted but Marie Bennett had lived her life. The vampiric doctor wasn't about to crush it by having her outlive her boys when she'd soon be dead. Gregory, of course, didn't see it that way.
"I came to see how you and Henry are doing."
That got her a roll of the eyes as the blond man came to sit at the foot of his bed, examining his toe, "Oh, we're just fine and dandy." Gregory had to wonder why the hell the vampire was even here. The last time they'd spoken, she made it quite clear that she had no intention of turning his mother, despite all of the warnings from the doctor. At that point, he didn't care because he knew deep down that he wasn't ready for the responsibility of taking care of Henry.
Gregory was only just beginning to realize just how difficult life was going to be with just his own. Loans needing to be paid, bills on his flat. He'd had a job to help with all this, but it certainly didn't pay enough to feed two people and take care of whatever needs his mother required. Moving to the States had been a hopeful solution to changing his life as well as his brother's.
Henry, while always a reserved and shy individual, had become more withdrawn since their mother passed. It was no surprise, really, as Marie and her youngest son were pretty much the best of friends. They gabbed about the boys Henry liked, school, and generally spent a majority of their time together when Henry wasn't with the few friends he had of his own. The two brothers hardly exchanged more than just pleasantries and brief conversations. Gregory was at a loss.
Sylvia knew he was thinking as he had fallen into silence and the vampire gently prodded him by getting up from her chair and knelt to examine his toe. Lifting her blue-green gaze, her lips curved into an amused smile, "Your toe will survive." She then rose to sit next to him on the bed and after a moment of gathering her thoughts, continued, "Gregory, when you asked me to turn your mother, you have to know that a was very tempted to fulfill your request." Her fingers flew to his lips, silencing any rebuke that she was sure Gregory would say, "Your mother and I shared very similar situations, but she was able to meet her end with the dignity you or I could not."
The vampire couldn't meet Gregory's gaze, her own dropping to her lap where her hands were clasped, "The woman who changed me was, in fact, a close friend of my family's. She took advantage of my weakness, knowing I was just beginning to live my life. But we both knew I had great potential and I did indeed achieve that potential. But," Sylvia took Gregory's hand then, "that is neither here nor there right now." Her gaze lifted to search his, "I discussed what you wanted with your mother a few days before she passed at great length. She refused your request and wanted me to tell you why when you were ready." The doctor paused, staring back at the blond man and then asked, "...Are you ready?"
At the question, Gregory tore his gaze away and he shook his head, "You don't need to. I'm quite sure I already know what you will say." A rueful smile curved his lips as he turned his gaze back to Sylvia's, "Mum always used to say whenever she heard of these tragic accidents in where a parent survived their children. 'No parent should ever outlive their children,' she'd say in those situations." He paused, his gaze dropping to his hands, "It still hardly makes it fair."
Her hand, cool against his skin, made a comforting circle on his back, "Life is hardly easy, Gregory. From the moment you're born to the day you die, it is nothing but a learning process." She shifted to grab his attention and asked, "Would you like me to talk to Henry? Explain things?" At the offer, Sylvia could see the relief wash over his face, but it was quickly replaced by resolve. The man shook his head, "No, I should be the one to talk to him."
Sylvia nodded in agreement and then asked, "How is he doing?" Her question was met with a frustrated sigh which was accentuated by Gregory falling backward onto the bed, his hands scrubbing down his face before they came to rest on his chest.
"He's always been reserved. Shy. But now he hardly talks to me or anyone." His gaze shifted to the vampire, who had come to lay beside him on the bed.
"Henry is depressed, I could at least help him medically."
Gregory shook his head, "Anything you prescribe, he'd refuse to take. Ever since Mum got sick, he refuses to take anything except painkillers when he has a headache."
"Then you need to speak with him as soon as possible. I think what you have to say will help him a lot." Stated the vampire. The blond man shook his head, "I just...don't know what to do."
Sylvia smiled at that, "Being a parent figure is just like life, Gregory. It's a constant learning process."
"Yeah? Then when is the summer holiday?"