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Sometimes witches have powers before they turn. But this is rare, uncommon.
More often, a potential witch displays almost nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just, say, a little more skill with people, a little more natural charisma. An extra dose of something that could almost be called luck, if one were paying attention and on the lookout for witches.
There is one such maybe-potential, right over there. He's not from around here, but he is fluent in Italian and French and German and he professes that English is his first language and laughs when people call him a liar because of his perfect accent. He might not be the most powerful, but a polyglot witch could be useful for something. And who knows, maybe there's more to it.
Maybe someone would care to find out.
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"Thank you," says Carlisle, "although of course there's no way to know what would have happened if I'd turned under more intentional circumstances -"
Edward quietly snorts.
"- or with covenmates attempting to steer my development. I'm quite as impressed with you."
Edward quietly snorts.
"- or with covenmates attempting to steer my development. I'm quite as impressed with you."
"Thank you," says Blair, pleased and smiling. He feels somewhat like he has just met and been complimented by his hero. That he gained about ten minutes ago. It's still a valid feeling.
He's not going to tell Carlisle 'by the way I killed my covenmates because they made me kill people.' That seems like it would earn disappointment from his hero and that would be terrible.
"Is there a guidebook on how not to eat people?" he wonders lightly.
He's not going to tell Carlisle 'by the way I killed my covenmates because they made me kill people.' That seems like it would earn disappointment from his hero and that would be terrible.
"Is there a guidebook on how not to eat people?" he wonders lightly.
"No," says Carlisle, "it would be a little difficult to publish - but there are six people's worth of experiences working on it, and we can give you advice, to the extent advice helps."
He nods. It's a thousand times better than what he had, oh, twenty minutes ago.
"I'd love to hear any and all advice on the subject."
"I'd love to hear any and all advice on the subject."
"Would you like to come home with us? We have a house a short jog from here."
"Sure," he agrees.
He is making vampire friends! They try not to eat people! He's very excited about this.
He is making vampire friends! They try not to eat people! He's very excited about this.
"A short jog" turns out to mean "we walk over that hill, then when nobody's looking we run for about a minute and a half".
The house is adorable. A vampire who is obviously Carlisle's mate is putting shingles up on the roof when they arrive. "Welcome home! Who's this?"
"Esme, this is Blair," Edward says. "He came for Carlisle's advice on revising his diet. Blair, Esme."
The house is adorable. A vampire who is obviously Carlisle's mate is putting shingles up on the roof when they arrive. "Welcome home! Who's this?"
"Esme, this is Blair," Edward says. "He came for Carlisle's advice on revising his diet. Blair, Esme."
"Oh, I'm not half done restoring it," Esme says. "But I'm glad someone else can see the beauty it'll be when it's fixed up. Welcome."
"Thank you, it's a pleasure to meet you."
These people are adorable. So adorable. Yes, coven of three, he will be a cousin of yours, you are all so great.
These people are adorable. So adorable. Yes, coven of three, he will be a cousin of yours, you are all so great.
The adorable coven of three gives him tips, and directions to Denali, and the title of cousin.
Hooray!
He goes to Denali, because that is the thing to do, collecting more tips.
On the way there, he eats a deer. It is completely disgusting, but he's fine with that. No hint of losing strength, yet, but he's still a newborn so that's to be expected. He'll deal with eating animals on this basis alone, he guesses. Slowly losing his ability to resist delicious humans sounds like it is one of the worst things ever, so he'll suck it up. ... Not literally. He will do the opposite of sucking it up.
(Throwing up? No, no, that's all wrong...)
He arrives at Denali! He gets tips on how not to eat people. ... He gets a proposition from Irina. After clarification that they are both vampires and can mate and there won't be any heartache or hard feelings if this happens is cleared away, he accepts this proposition. And then after some more clarification of what is and is not okay, her sister's. And then her other sister's. Yep! He has no regrets about his lack of desire to fuck squishy humans!
He stays up there while getting a better handle on not eating people. He does not eat any people, though he keeps in the habit of eating animals regularly to avoid slipping. His eyes fade from red to amber and then to gold. He notices the loss in strength but deems it worth it, and decides to just stick with an all animal diet.
And then he feels comfortable enough as he's ever going to about seeing his sister. She's still there, little pointer pointing across the ocean. He's not going to forget about her. He bids the Denali a fond farewell (with a promise to return) and off he goes, back to Europe. He has six little pointers in his head pointing back. Denali, thataway, Cullens, thataway. This is neat and convenient for visiting. They'll have a bit of trouble finding him, but he quietly makes plans to visit reasonably regularly so they can avoid that. And not just because the Denali coven's fantastic and great. He likes them, they are nice people.
He arrives in England. He follows the pointer. He knocks on the door.
He goes to Denali, because that is the thing to do, collecting more tips.
On the way there, he eats a deer. It is completely disgusting, but he's fine with that. No hint of losing strength, yet, but he's still a newborn so that's to be expected. He'll deal with eating animals on this basis alone, he guesses. Slowly losing his ability to resist delicious humans sounds like it is one of the worst things ever, so he'll suck it up. ... Not literally. He will do the opposite of sucking it up.
(Throwing up? No, no, that's all wrong...)
He arrives at Denali! He gets tips on how not to eat people. ... He gets a proposition from Irina. After clarification that they are both vampires and can mate and there won't be any heartache or hard feelings if this happens is cleared away, he accepts this proposition. And then after some more clarification of what is and is not okay, her sister's. And then her other sister's. Yep! He has no regrets about his lack of desire to fuck squishy humans!
He stays up there while getting a better handle on not eating people. He does not eat any people, though he keeps in the habit of eating animals regularly to avoid slipping. His eyes fade from red to amber and then to gold. He notices the loss in strength but deems it worth it, and decides to just stick with an all animal diet.
And then he feels comfortable enough as he's ever going to about seeing his sister. She's still there, little pointer pointing across the ocean. He's not going to forget about her. He bids the Denali a fond farewell (with a promise to return) and off he goes, back to Europe. He has six little pointers in his head pointing back. Denali, thataway, Cullens, thataway. This is neat and convenient for visiting. They'll have a bit of trouble finding him, but he quietly makes plans to visit reasonably regularly so they can avoid that. And not just because the Denali coven's fantastic and great. He likes them, they are nice people.
He arrives in England. He follows the pointer. He knocks on the door.
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A pretty redhead he only vaguely recognizes opens the door. She blinks at him.
"Blair!" she says, and then she hugs him. "Where have you been, it's been ages, I thought you were d- what the...?"
She pokes his arm. It behaves exactly as a vampire's arm should, that is to say, it does not at all act like a human's arm. She peers at him.
"... Explain."
"Blair!" she says, and then she hugs him. "Where have you been, it's been ages, I thought you were d- what the...?"
She pokes his arm. It behaves exactly as a vampire's arm should, that is to say, it does not at all act like a human's arm. She peers at him.
"... Explain."
"Well," he says, "first off, vampires are real, second off, I am one, and that was why I was away."
Will this sentence work? He hopes it will, it's hard to tell.
Will this sentence work? He hopes it will, it's hard to tell.
"No and no. Would you like something heavy lifted as demonstration?"
She would! He lifts something heavy of her choice, and then puts it back, unharmed.
She would! He lifts something heavy of her choice, and then puts it back, unharmed.
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"Well," says his sister, "thank you for not coming over while you were, potentially dangerous. No memory of the address for a letter?"
Shit, that would have been a good idea.
"... No, and also I forgot that was a thing I could do."
"... No, and also I forgot that was a thing I could do."
"I don't sleep! There are friendly vampires that I made friends with! ... I am somewhat entrenched in vampire life now, yeah."
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Another snort. "How much have you forgotten of the human one?"
She doesn't sound like she holds this against him.
She doesn't sound like she holds this against him.
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"Yvette Lowell," she provides, because that seems like the thing to tell him when he's making that exact awkward face. "And our mother's name was Corinne Lowell. Father's is Franklin, he's upstairs." Pause. "I'm a nurse, unmarried so far because I've been picky and no one's been good enough for me, something something I'll end up as a spinster if I'm not careful, um, do you have questions I don't know what to explain."