but oh what a year

[patrols]

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[scrutinously]

You couldn't wear heels before?

( Does he understand sicknesses or women? )

[yourtype]

I could, it just wasn't recommended when your body could start seizing at a moment's notice.

[She didn't want to break an ankle having a seizure. She had enough problems in high school.]

Part of it is being a werewolf too. I just felt so much more ... confident, I guess.

[All the people who used to give her crap, she could crush like a bug. Which maybe probably wasn't her best impulse.]

[scrutinously]

I would, too. Anyone would. You get the strength. 20/20 vision. All that extra sensory crap. Was probably hard not to lose yourself in it.

( And it sounds like she might've. )

[yourtype]

[Erica nods, and then her head ducks.]

I may have done the whole vamp walk back into school the day after I was bitten as a screw you to everyone who ever gave me crap. Maybe not my finest moment.

[But she did look very hot.]

[scrutinously]

Vamp... walk?

( He turns to his sister, because vamp is a - well, vamp means vamp? )

[meanestgirl]

[Stephanie sighs as she hands one of the glasses to him, having mixed them all drinks.]

Think about pretty much any teen movie where the hot-not-hot girl is done up to her full potential and they do that pan up slow motion walk over her new look? That's a vamp walk.

[Erica nods as she takes her glass with a smirk. "Miniskirt, stilletos, full face of make up - the whole nine."]

[scrutinously]

( yes, please. )

Oh. Probably made an impression, then. ( He holds the glass out to cheers before taking a nice healthy sip. Impressed his sister can balance a drink, he hides the big brotherly impulse to ask about why. He also remembers growing up in Mystic Falls. ) Were people, like, in shock overnight?

[yourtype]

[She nods.]

Had to peel most of their jaws off the floor.

[And she enjoyed it. She enjoyed the power of it. She misses that, but she's trying her hand at being herself, at least for a little while.]

It isn't really practical long term though, even as a werewolf.

[scrutinously]

You were trying something on. You felt stronger. Better. I get it.

( He might do the same thing. Not that he doesn't have his dad's piercing eyes and jaw. But, there's always been a part of him that's just been comfortable. But not flaunting like his dad did. )

[yourtype]

[Erica would encourage it, even if she's not leaning on it right now.]

I think some of the nice thing about being in New Orleans instead of Beacon Hills is that no one's known me since we were little.

[Don't have all of your worst moments to pull from as you're trying to make friends.]

[scrutinously]

We definitely feel that, don't we?

( Mystic Falls High is not a nice high school of people. It's full of stuck up, clique-y folk. )

[meanestgirl]

One hundred percent. Small towns are so suffocating.

[Everyone has to be in everyone else's business.

Erica smiles. "Glad to see that they never change. Except not."]

[scrutinously]

It doesn't help when your mother reconstitutes the historical society and you both become poster children for every event thrown. And, then expected to go to every event.

( and your family friends aren't made to. )

[meanestgirl]

["Right. Bonnie told me how intense Mystic Falls could be with ... history." Erica didn't get it, but Beacon Hills wasn't really the same way.

Stephanie rolls her eyes.]

It's fine. They're a lot more honest about their roots than they used to be, though they still leave the vampires out of it.

[scrutinously]

For the most part. Unless a party goes late and certain people end up behind closed doors. Not everything that happened to the boarding school stayed on the grounds. There was a rumor that there was a troll in the school's basement.

( It was an after rumor when their various parents spoke to each other or informed each other. )

[yourtype]

I mean, I spent most of my junior year fighting a homicidal lizard man, so at least Mystic Falls and Beacon Hills have that in common.

[Stephanie's brow furrows. "Like a real lizard man?"]

It's called a kanima. It secrets paralytic venom and has nasty looking knife tail.

[scrutinously]

Homicidal...

( Thank you, sis, for asking. )

Where did it -- Um. We've never heard of something like that. Or, even something that might even be something like that. Fighting? Like, it kept showing up and the fighting wasn't working?

[yourtype]

So ... werewolves have alphas right? And an alpha can bite a human and turn them into a werewolf? Sometimes when they do that, the bite doesn't turn them into a werewolf, it turns them into something else. A kanima is one of those times.

Kanimas don't have alphas, they have masters and this kanima's master was using him to get revenge on a bunch of people in Beacon Hills. And given the whole lizard scale situation, they don't even look much like they do as a human so we had to figure out who the kanima is in human form and then figure out who the master was.

[It's a long, roundabout way of telling the story, but Jackson is here and she doesn't want it to seem like she's spilling all his dirty laundry to these randos he doesn't know.]

[scrutinously]

( His eyes glaze over, but rest assured, he listens. Even though, the "right," goes over his head. Sure, fine. He does latch on to the story, though, the other historian in the family. )

Like a whodunit. But, you didn't know because they looked like you or me.

[yourtype]

[Erica nods.]

Our one good idea was that a kanima would be immune to it's own venom. Turns out that's all a lie, because in human form they can totally be paralyzed but the one person who was immune wasn't a kanima but something else entirely.

[scrutinously]

Another piece to the puzzle?

( He's probably becoming overly fascinated by now, but she's reeled him in.. )

[yourtype]

More like a red herring. Turns out banshees are immune to ... everything. Though we didn't know she was a banshee yet. They figured that out after I ... you know.

[She sees him leaning in and he's very cute but she also doesn't want to talk about her death so she hopes he doesn't pull back.

Stephanie glances between the two of them before rolling her eyes and getting up. "I'm going to get more snacks."]

[scrutinously]

Right, you --

( Are back, now. His sister makes her escape and he does find himself leaning back, if only because - death. )

How does it feel knowing the answers now?

[yourtype]

[She gives a small shrug, noticing how he leaned back but ... fair. Death is a turn off.]

It explained why she was always the one finding the dead bodies.

[And it is kind of unfortunate for her.]

But honestly we were never that close. She kind of sucked in high school.

[scrutinously]

( To be fair, he throws an arm along the back of the chair. There's a slight lean forward, because he's still alert. He's just not where they were. )

Sucked, how? She was a mean girl?