"Evandrus? I've been looking all over the house for you. I almost called the cops. Where have you been?" Illdrid asked, her voice wavering with emotion, as she rushed to embrace her teenage son. She was angry. But mostly, she was relieved that he made it home safely..
Evandrus sighed. So much for convincing his mom that he was happily napping in his room. "Look, mom. I'm sorry. Sometimes all the noise makes my head feel all buzzy. I just needed some alone time. Honestly...I just took a walk and fell asleep on a bench. I didn't realize it would cause a panic."
Illdrid accepted his explanation with a curt nod. "Just tell me where you're going. Or the next time you'll be in big trouble!"
Evandrus slunk back to his bedroom, feeling an odd mix of relief and guilt.
"Are you alright, son?" she asked with a kind smile, her eyes probing into him knowingly.
Percy pursed his lips, unsure of how to respond. He felt like Shae could see right to the core of him. "Did you ever feel like a secret would just eat you apart?" he finally responded when the silence between them became too much to handle.
"Secrets, no. But there have been other feelings that felt strong enough to rip me apart. Now I am a stronger person for it. Would you like to discuss your secrets?"
Percy seriously considered it. But Dagon's cheerful whistling prefaced his entrance, causing Percy to shoot a silent look of panic to Dagon's aunt.
Percy made a goofy face in response in an attempt to break the tension. Luckily, it worked. Dagon laughed and made his own ridiculous face. Shae started at the two boys incredulously.
Aoife groaned and shot out of bed. "Really, people? Is there a reason we are all congregating in my room while I attempt to nap?"
"Whoa, pancakes! We never get pancakes at home," Percy said. Shae tried to ignore the shock and excitement in the boy's voice, but she couldn't help thinking that something was terribly wrong at his house.
Evandrus woke up around 1:00 am. Unable to fall back to sleep, he heeded the siren's call of the computer games in the living room. He walked past Percy without giving him a second glance. It wasn't any of his business what Dagon's boyfriend was still doing here. Besides, it was level grinding time.
Dagon leapt after the ball as it sailed through the air. And he missed. Every. Single. Time. "Come on, Aoife. Do we have to keep playing this stupid game?"
"I guess we could check out the inside attractions. Looks like it's about to rain anyway," Aoife responded, glancing up at the darkened sky.
Before he could give it a second thought, Evandrus marched up to the vampire, rage coursing through his veins. "You! Father. You know what I think of you? You're a vile, stinking, slime ball," Evandrus sneered.
James paled, if that was possible. Here was his son, flesh and blood, before him. "Evandrus," he whispered, hoarse with emotion. "I know you felt abandoned. I never mean for that to happen. I love your mother. And you. I would give anything to be with you."
Evandrus' eyebrows knotted together. "Spare me your feelings. You abandoned us."
"I did not abandon you! I did what I thought was right," James replied before launching in to the entire story of his relationship with Illdrid - the first night together, Dagon's near kidnapping, James' attempts to protect Illdrid by staying out of her life and the subsequent argument that led to him keeping his distance.
James came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. "What's past is past. Whatever happens between your mother and I, you have my word that I will be here for you. Now, come...my friends have information that may be of great interest to you."
Melody looked the young boy up and down, trying to discern for any signs of deception. "Are you sure he's safe, James?"
James nodded. "He's on your side. His mother and aunts were the ones who were banished from your world."
Al arched his eyebrow. "So your family started this whole mess?"
"What mess?" Evandrus asked. He hadn't been given any information from his mom about banishment or fairies. He thought they were just relatively normal humans like everyone else - with the exception of Aoife and Elisedd.
Melody sighed. "Your grandmother mated with a human. She had two halflings and try to raise them as Fae. When the Elder Council discovered the deceit, your grandparents were executed and the halflings were expelled here. Then my brother, Drest decided to start a war. Those of us who could escape took refuge in this world. But I think Drest has been captured. I'm trying to gather some troops to get him released. Not that you will be of any help. Part fae, part vamp and you don't have any powers. It's all the stupid human in you. Disgrace. "
"Melody," James said, his voice a sharp warning. "I wouldn't want Evandrus to be a part of this, anyway. Like I said, I'll help where I can. Leave his family out of it."
Plans were hatched while Evandrus attempted to follow along. It seemed very complicated. More than anything, he wished he could go back to his childhood dreams of being and all powerful king. At least then, he'd have his own army of soldiers to command.
As much as he wanted to stay, he knew he had to get home before curfew. So he said his goodbyes, wished the best for them all, and ran home to tell his mother everything he had learned.
Evandrus tried to calm his mother down, but he didn't really know what to say. He didn't understand the complexity of the situation. And when his mother stomped into her bedroom and slammed the door, Evandrus was left bewildered and alone, wondering just when the role of parent and child had been reversed.
"Oh! E! Tell me more about fairy hordes! Will they have magic tricks like Elisedd?" Diarmuid asked, his voice trembling with excitement.
"We can discuss the fairies later," Evandrus said. "Now we must learn the art of strong defense."
"It's no problem. But I still haven't heard from Percy. I'm going to go try to call him. Night, Aoife," Dagon replied, the ghost of a smile playing at his lips.
Elisedd took out a mop and cleaned up after his mom's mess. He appeared to be doing something helpful, but really he was just biding his time until he was alone with Aoife. With his larger body came larger wings and a strong current of magic. And he knew just the fun trick to pull with that magic.
"What?" Aoife said, grinning at the impish tyke.
"You!" He exlaimed, blowing a stream of frost into his sister's face. But, unexpectedly, she blew it back at him, reversing the spell. He shivered uncontrollably. Why didn't it work?
Elisedd pondered the question seriously for a moment before answering, "I believe I probably would have died. But the marks left would indicate a wolf attack, so at least the evidence would be enough to prosecute you."
Aoife shook her head, wondering how he was already so smart. Must be the genius trait at work. "Get out of my face before I call mom and have her prosecute you!"
Elisedd scurried out of the room but shouted behind him, "Persecute! The correct word there is persecute! Unfair treatment!"
The next day was Illdrid's birthday. Still feeling down, she decided to go shopping to cheer herself up. They had managed to amass enough to redecorate the living room. She'd be happier with a second floor expansion, but she still had hopes of seeing that at some point before dying.
She found everything she needed at the consignment shop. She paid extra to get her purchases delivered. And then she left. It was still early. And there was one more place she wanted to go.
Illdrid didn't lash out at him. She let him explain his plan and accepted that it meant more time apart. But he promised he'd return to her when the war was over. And this promise, Illdrid believed.
Elisedd was the next to come in. He put his hands on his hips and surveyed the room. "Good job, aunt Illdrid. I like what you did with the place." Then he sat down and started doing his homework.
It wasn't the reaction Illdrid had been expecting, but everyone else oohed and aahed appropriately, so Illdrid felt better about the job she did.
Challenge notes: Illdrid is old and I am sad. Generation one is pretty much complete. Single with help, Check. Five kids, check. Military, check...and almost at the top. Busker was my actual roll for the second profession but I modified it to be a "professional" woohooer. Illdrid got around much less than I had expected. She made less than 6000 simoleons in her chosen profession. I should have just kept the Busker roll! Anyway...hobby or obsession, check! Illdrid took up both guitar playing AND cooking. And finally, multi-cultural. Mostly check! I technically failed because of Dagon, but I did my best.
So, all the kids are growing. And I am pretty sure Diarmuid is going to be the heir. He hasn't gotten much camera time, but hopefully now that he can be more interesting, he will be.