Sammy spent most of her afternoon acclimatizing to her new living circumstances.
Since there was a freeloading vampire cooped up in the guestroom that goes into a snarling frenzy at the slightest implication of wanting her out, it seems I'm going to be bunk-mating with my sister in my bedroom for the foreseeable future.
Surprisingly, Sammy didn't feel the slightest bit inconvenienced by her new living arrangents. We even had a small argunt about who takes the spare mattress on the floor.
"I hope you're not being serious, why would you even suggest I do that? Eww," She said, making a little retching noise at my first ntion of the topic. "Who'd want to sleep in the bed you'd already slept in? I don't care if you change the sheets how many tis, the floor is mine, you hear? Keep your bed, throw it, burn it, do whatever with it - just don't expect to sleep in it."
Of course, she says that, also making extra-sure I was hearing her revulsion loud and clear... but just monts before she had no problem at all covering every square inch of my sheets with her clothes, even going as far as to roll around it in with Mr. Black tight in an embrace, which kinda renders her point entirely moot.
But shit, I knew better than to argue with little sisters. Doesn't matter who's wrong at first, what matters is that in the end, they're always right. So poor ol' little mistaken , after five minutes of having my point battered and belittled gets to keep my warm and cuddle mattress, while she sleeps in a single, thin spare placed to the side that barely even reached up to her ankles.
All this effort just to avoid being defiled by big brother cooties. I do hope she doesn't regret dying on that hill of hers, otherwise, she'd have to face the wrath of a deaning big brother's, 'I told you so.'
Not even a full minute after our civil dispute, I was then unceremoniously kicked out of my own room because a certain soone didn't bother to take a shower in her haste to uncover the root of all evil.
Knowing her, that's a full half an hour on the living room couch before I get to reenter my room anyti soon. Also Ash kept buzzing in my thighs in five-minute intervals, breath bated for any updates on my sister's current mood. Let's also not forget the newly-unwelcod occupant currently sitting across from , tenderly stroking her sleeping sister on the cheek.
In spite of how deliberately she went out of her way to make those claws of hers as sharp and nacing as can be, they can be surprisingly gentle too when she wants them to be.
After my sixth farewell with Ash, and her sixteenth reassurance that she will make it ho post-haste, I thought I'd finally had ti to rest my tongue… only to then be t with a cold harsh voice starkly contrasting with the gently warm strokes.
"Has she been feeding well?"
The way Alia was staring at her sister, she looked more a loving mother than she did a doting twin. Quite a sight, especially when she was apparently the younger of the pair.
"Take a guess," I said to her. "Would she be sleeping the way she is if she wasn't?"
"Mmm," She grunted. "I suppose not."
That was a very strange question to ask out of the blue, especially when the answer was staring right in front of her already, and she knew it too… was she trying to make so small talk or sothing?
Well, in that case… don't mind if I do.
"Hey, how long do you plan on staying here for anyway?" I asked, doing my best to suppress any emotions in the words.
But try as might, Alia still shot a vapid look. "Have I not ntioned it to you once already? At most, for a few days. And before you ask once more, and I repeat myself twice - you are not to worry about obstructing your daily life. I'm but rely a silent watcher to your ongoings."
"Yeah, you said that," I scratched my head, trying to vent all this pent-up confusion in so way. "But watching what exactly?"
"That is for to know, and for you to never will."
"Fine. I'll just get it out of Adalia."
She chuckled at that. "If she's yet to ntion to you the reason why after all this ti… then I fear you never will know anyway. Alas, you are free to try."
What an enigmatic frustrating pair these two sisters are. Or is it just ? Am I just letting curiosity cloud my judgnt here? There's no harm, no foul in any of this, right?
Maybe I am just being entitled. I an, who am I to pry into sothing Adalia wants kept secret? If I did know the reason or I don't, what difference does it make? The end result would still be the sa - Alia staying over for a couple of days.
As I was thinking this, watching Alia twirling a finger across Adalia's pale cheek, I noticed then a faint crimson glimr hanging loosely around her neck. A small red gemstone twinkling bright.
"I see you got her present."
Alia held out the stone between her fingertips at the ntion of it, for a mont, simply just admiring the glow of its luster. "Yes. I suppose she ant it as the start of a new collection for to treasure. I doubt it ever will… nevertheless, I shall hold this dear. I thank her for this… and if her words are to be believed, I suppose I must thank you too, don't I?"
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"Yes," She nodded. "Adalia has made it plainly clear that had it not been for your efforts too, she'd never have attained this gift to bequeath to ."
I snorted at that. "She exaggerates. That gem is all her. I barely had anything to do with it.
"Yes, I presud as much already. When it cos to a test of wit, I've little hope you're able to hold a candle to my sister," Alia said nonchalantly like she didn't just burn with said candle. "But the fact that she even thinks to ntion you in a kind gesture that is solely hers still profoundly rings true."
With a aningless shrug, I replied. "She's considerate like that."
"Yes, considerate… curious, is it not?" She cocked her head at . "To grow so very much considerate for soone in such a short span of ti. It seems my sister, unbeknownst to , has grown terribly fond of you..."
Her voice had a peculiar tone to it that beat warning drums in my ears. A strong hint of suspicion despite my total innocence in any wrongdoings - as far as I know at least. Who really knows what she considers a wrongdoing in those cold piercing eyes of hers?
"So is that why you're here?" I cocked my head back. "To find out why that is?"
"Among various other just as vital reasons, yes."
"What other various just as vital reasons?"
"To admit anymore would be a betrayal of my sister's faith and trust, as I've already explicitly ntioned to you before," Alia eyed sharply. "Knowing that, do you still wish to press the topic anymore?"
It's like I said, man… vampire or no, when it cos to little sisters, you can't win, can't argue… just resign yourself to your inevitable defeat, cut your losses.
"But you don't have other important things to take care of?" I asked her. "Last I've heard of you, Irene's making you search high and low for any signs of Jay on account of you being seriously pissed he nearly put you and especially Adalia in an eternal sleep. Whatever happened to that?"
"For the ti being, that'll just have to be put on hold for now."
"Put on hold?"
"That's what I said," She said. "I grow weary of repeating myself… please listen more attentively, yes?"
Oh, I am listening attentively… and from what I'm hearing that does not sound like sothing that was wise, smart, or in any way beneficial to anything. If I know that, then surely she did too, right? Irene as well?
"Who decided that?" I probed so more. "You? Irene? Makes no sense not to go after him when we all know he's still out there planning sothing."
Alia made an annoyed raspy noise. "I decided this. Of my own discretion."
"Oh, okay, I see…" I crossed my arms. "And what - Irene is just fine with you taking a few days off from so vital searching just to spy on for God knows what? You really expect to believe that?"
"Hah… that's a good point," She gave a feeble chuckle at that, sneering. "But I ask you even if that Succubus disapproves, what could she possibly do about it to stop from doing as I wish?"
"Well… nothing," I said, flailing empty hands in the air. "But you'd think she'd at least let know, right? She told you were coming, she didn't say you were staying - and if she really does disapprove of you taking a few days off, she'll be sure to tell she does… maybe even ask to try to convince you otherwise, but she didn't. So tell , why didn't she?"
Slowly, gradually, that sneer disappeared… and in its place, she bared her pointed fangs as she hissed in an impatient breath. "You must think yourself awfully perceptive, don't you?"
"I do actually," I said, keeping my cool. "So, if you don't mind repeating yourself just one more ti for … who really decided this? You? Or Irene?"
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