Week One: Tuesday
Who: Kiernan and Catalina Where: The Kitchens When: Tuesday Evening
You'd think he would have learned his lesson by now. But then again the first thing many people described him as (after asshole) was stubborn. It had served him well over the years to stick to his goals, to not budge on them no matter what life threw his way. Without that particular trait... chances were he'd have done absolutely nothing with his life. Though at this moment in time he wondered if that hadn't been the better option. A good woman would still be alive if he hadn't pushed for the life that he'd created for himself. But then again Alana wouldn't be here and even Kiernan wasn't hard hearted enough to wish that to be different. Yes, he had a ridiculously large soft spot for his daughter. It was going to be hell when she got to be a teenager.
But to the point at hand, his stubborness had gotten him nothing but trouble currently. His stubbornnes regarding doing what was necessary to keep himself... if not alive, from becoming a raging asshole. More so than he already was. Yes, Keirnan had a problem accepting the fact that he needed blood on a regular basis to function. He seemed to think that mind over matter could somehow make it all work out. It was clearly not working.
Alana had been with the sitter too much lately. But there was something all too disturbing about taking the term one's flesh and blood all too literally. To put it simply... it creeped Kiernan out. The logical part of his brain said that if he just kept up with the whole thing, went down to the kitchens and used the blood that they provided that he wouldn't have this problem, but he really wasn't logical when it came to his current predicament. No, he was pretty much illogical about it all.
And if you wanted to tell him that... go right ahead. But let's just say that his reception of that gem wouldn't be to welcoming. He had a bit of a problem accepting well meaning advice.
So finally, when he couldn't stand it anymore, clad in the same pinstripe slacks he'd worn earlier and white button down with the sleeves rolled up, he had forced himself down into the kitchens and pulled a bag out of the refrigerator that kept the blood and was contemplating how much it royally sucked to have to do this when ordinarily a fantastic steak would be what would cure the kind of hunger he currently had. But no... instead it was some lukewarm bodily fluid that was meant to make it into his body.
While he was there he should pick up some cookies for Alana... something to start to make up for the fact that he hadn't been around much.