October 1, 2056
Who: Shannon and Callum, Eden and Juniper What: Some words need to be exchanged Where: The Alexander home, the hospital When: Night
"What?" She had starred at him for a very long moment before finally speaking, a look that he had pretended not to see, as he focused on draining his glass of champagne. "What?" Shannon repeated after her, the end of his elongated thumb nail scratching along the rim of the glass. "You didn't know? I would have thought you'd have known.... fuck, I'm sorry, I assumed that Dom had told you already. If he was going to tell anyone, it would be you." Not Dom, not any of the boys. They hadn't told her, because they had known first hand what hearing such news might do to a person, especially her. The little were that they were all so fond of, they had been trying to spare her heart, but Shannon could care less at the moment. This didn't have anything to do with any ones hearts, it was simply revenge. Equaling the field, because his brother had crossed that line first, and so he knew that he had the right to do just the same. "No.... I didn't know. Wow... fuck." His brows came together in false concern, before he leaned over, and poured her another glass. "He just wasn't the type for it. Relationships, I mean. I saw the split, before hand, and I even warned him. He could have done something to prevent it." Now he was just driving nail, after nail into that coffin, delighting in the fact that he could see the light slipping out of her eyes as he went on.
That head of his was still reeling, he could almost feel the warmth she had left on him. Fuck all had she been warm, more than he had ever expected, but he could recall Cal saying that it had something to do with her being a were. The difference in their tempartures had been shocking to say the least, like ice landing on a hot skillet. There had been no lingering after, and even if he hadn't planned to, she wasn't going to let him hang around. The girl might as well have gathered up his clothing for him, and thrust it into his chest, but with the way she had used her feet to kick everything in his direction, explaining that she had another show tomorrow, and wanted to finally have a good rest. It had been premier night for her ballet, and though he hadn't watched it, he had assured her she was brilliant, before handing over the bunch of pink roses. It had only been the previous night when he over heard a few of the younger guards talking about the two young assistance, and how they weren't around as much as they had once been, due to a falling out over the newly turned vampire. Obviously, Shannon had felt inclined to pause and listen to them from a distance, as they recounted the recent changes. They spoke of the fight between he and his brother, then of how Eden had comforted Callum. At first he thought he had heard wrong, and as he approached them to clarify, it seemed as though they were going to remain mum on the subject. Shannon had been fiercely instant, and they then decided to tell the story of what they had heard and witnessed one night, and the walk of shame Eden had taken the next morning.
He caught a cab from the theater, and directed the driver to take him back to the mansion. Shannon had stayed long enough to redress, while he watched as Jun changed into her own clothing, before sitting before the vanity in her dressing room, to pull her hair back into a high ponytail. Neither of them spoke, and he wondered what she was thinking, if she was regretting it. That could be one of the reasons she wanted him out the door, so she could remove herself from everything that had happened just an hour before. Really, he ought to have felt guilty about what he had done, but he didn't. He couldn't. This had nothing really to do with her, she was just caught in a very sick, twisted game of his own creation. If Jun could be proud of anything, it was that she hadn't let him bite her, she had refused, or rather told him before hand that if he tried, he would regret it. The front doors of the mansion opened as he approached, his steps never slowing as he breezed through the entrance hall, through the corridor, and to the lift. It was there that he paused, his hand hovering over the button, before he turned, and looked towards the little hallway that lead to the bedrooms the boys had once occupied. Was Callum still in the cells? He honestly didn't know, he hadn't been to see him in weeks, not since their fight, and seeing as he was rarely home, he couldn't be sure if his brother had moved back to the main floor. "Hey... where is he?" He called to the guards at the door. "Down the lift." One said simply, not needing to further explain himself, Shannon knew just what he meant.
Pressing his thumb into the lift button, he stepped inside once the doors had opened, and leaned back against the wall for the ride down. Like always, the basement was lit up, but there were no guards in sight. It had been long enough now, that Callum didn't have to be watched at all times. His little brother had regained some of his freedom, but not all. Most of the cells were dark, aside from the one he knew Cal to be in, as it was also the only one with an open door. "Stayed in tonight?" He asked softly, leaning against the door frame, and looking in on him.