Eileen O'Neill (bloodyfootsteps) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-06-20 15:12:00 |
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'You look like you're going to a date.' Scottie laid his head in her lap, nosing the package she had been holding out of the way. 'It's just your mum. Unless you're one of those families.' Eileen didn't even respond or look at here familiar when she thumped him on the nose and returned the package where it had been in her lap. 'Touchy, touchy. You should wear more blue anyway.' She knew that in his own, bothersome way, Scottie was trying to take her mind off the war of emotions going through her. Eileen had been a mixture of excited and afraid since the moment that she boarded the plane to Michigan. Her mother was the only person in this world that could possibly make her feel anything so strongly. For anyone else, she wouldn't even be bothered to care whether or not her actions affected them, but then again, for anyone else, she wouldn't have dropped everything just to be with them. The excitement came from getting to see Kiara again after months of separation; not a terribly long time, but for Eileen it felt like years. The fear came from the fact that she had left the business in the hands of a few subordinates in the city, two hunters that had helped her collect blood when Kiara had left for Scarlet Oak. She had told them it would be temporary -- just until she returned from her visit -- but as the cab drew nearer and nearer to her mother's home, she began to believe that it would be much longer than that. If Kiara would allow it, Eileen intended to stay as long as she did in the small town. "You can stop here." Her tone was distant, her mind being elsewhere and otherwise too preoccupied for there to be any kind of derogatory weight to it. The cab driver offered no question as he slowed the car to a stop by the roadside. Eileen sat in the car silently for a beat as she shifted the weight of the package she was holding. It was a gift mailed over from Kerri in Ireland. The accompanying letter told her that it was full of the older siren's favorite treats and other Irish things that couldn't be bought in the States. On that fact alone, Eileen was positive that Kiara would love the present. 'Worried she'll like it more than your gift?' No. Though you should be worried. 'Why? Everybody loves me. Especially the ladies.' An amused smile grew on her face. "The ladies" were not so much a fan of her familiar as he liked to believe, and she highly doubted that Kiara would be easily won over. She passed over the cabbie's money, with a sizeable tip included, before opening the door to get out. He made a motion to help her with her bags in the trunk, but Eileen waved him away. Not only could she do without his help, she didn't want it either; besides, she hadn't brought that much with her -- at least for now. Just breath, she thought, steading herself as she stood on the sidewalk facing in the direction of Kiara's apartment. She's going to be thrilled to see you. You know that. 'You should wear short dresses more often. I can practically see your knickers from down here.'And just like that Eileen forgot her anxiety. "You're hilarious," she muttered under her breath as she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. 'So are you going to knock sometime today?' She realized that she had stood on Kiara's doorstep a good five minutes before Scottie finally said something. "Don't be so anxious." Another breath to steady herself. "Here we go." Eileen knocked on the door and waited for what felt like entirely too long for someone to finally answer. The door was barely cracked before she threw her arms in the air and in the loudest, most excited voice she could muster screamed, "SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" |