Who: Christopher and Christina What: Talking Where: The Inn When: Today Warnings: Mebbe
So, shit was hitting the fan and instead of winding down it was starting to get good and geared up. Christopher and John Ross had gone to stay at the prison for a while when Krissy was hurt, but they were back now and not even a day later Connor happened. It was hard to believe that some vampires could turn on a dime and others were more or less tame. In the travels he'd had from Dallas to Everett they he hadn't come across vampires of any kind. Not to his knowledge anyway. Everett? Well, this place sure did invite the unusual and that was long before that tree in the wilderness got turned into something that drew the unusual in.
A beer in his hand, Christopher sat outside with his shotgun laying in his lap as he sat in one of the wooden chairs on the porch. They'd been instructed to stay inside, but this was close enough. He wanted to be on the lookout in case something or someone decided to show their face. Buffy was torn up about her sister and so were Malachi and Viktoria. Azazeal had left the night before and come back with an unreadable look on his face that the Texan didn't dare ask about at all. He wasn't scared of Az but he had a healthy dose of respect for him and kept his distance whenever he grew extra quiet and serious.
He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but whatever it was he wanted to be ready. They'd stayed on Southfork until it was impossible for two humans to defend it and now he was determined to do the same here. They had more than two humans here to help defend the place, but there was also a hell of a lot more than zombies posing a threat. For better or for worse this place was his home now and while it may not have meant a lot to everyone, it meant a lot to Christopher. Before here, he could count the number of places he'd lived on one hand and if you left out college then it was down to one. Home wasn't only a house. It was a family. He'd grown up with his family all living in the same space and that's what those at the Inn had become to him even if they'd come in all shapes and sizes.
The air was still cold, but it wasn't as biting as it had a few weeks ago. Strangely, he'd even stared to get used to the cold. Hearing footsteps, Christopher quietly sat down his beer can and held onto his shotgun. A second or two later a familiar blonde rounded the side of the place and he immediately relaxed and gave her a smile.
"Hey, Christina. Finishing up a patrol of the area?"