Blood's a good business Who: Derrick and Leif When: Around two or so Where: Leif's place
Derrick hadn't been having the most pleasant of weeks and that just wasn't fair. He'd gotten permission from Elaine's parents, though of a way to go about it and he'd even been extremely attentive. Yet Elaine was changing. Or had been changing for awhile and he just hadn't seen it until the other night when she used the wrong name. That wasn't acceptable. He hadn't seen her for the past two days because of it. Let her see what it was like when he didn't come around. She'd see how much she missed him. Then she'd call or text and everything would go back to how it was supposed to be. He'd be able to propose, she'd accept and life would move on. Derrick didn't even entertain the notion that anything else could possibly happen.
Today, to help keep his mind off his errant girlfriend and her likely inappropriate behavior (he considered turning into a bird and flying around inappropriate) he'd decided to go and see someone. It'd be hard to call Leif Niemi a "friend", but Derrick didn't have many of those that really qualified in the first place. He'd come to know Leif's father, Jokull, when he moved to Michigan years ago and it'd been through him that he'd come to know the son who was his age. Leif was every bit as demonic-blooded as him and even picked up blood magic. He thought that Niemi might be a level ahead of him, but he didn't care. Or he did, but he refused to let it show. What mattered was that Leif had access to blood that Derrick didn't and vice-versa. Water elemental blood could come in very, very handy for certain spells. He didn't know many water elementals, and certainly not well enough to take their blood, but Leif apparently did in addition to himself. So had Jokull so all that Derrick could think was that it was the Niemi family as a whole. Whatever, if they wanted to bleed each other then they were free to. He'd bleed his own if they'd had anything useful in there.
Stretching when he got out of the car, Derrick smoothed out his shirt and walked to the door. Sunday's weren't usually a business day by a lot of people's standards, but Derrick wasn't a normal person and Sunday's had never been special to him. Should he have called first? Eh, no matter, if Leif wasn't there he'd come back later.