Jennifer Allen

He wanted to hate them. Oh how much he wanted to despise them. And for the most part, he did. He hated and despised vampires more than he hated himself for being a sucky brother over the years. But then there came persons like Jennifer, which he met before at Cole’s graveyard, and the girl left a good impression on him, inspite of her nature. And now that she was there to comfort him, a much better impression. He didn’t have the strength to push her away, not even if he wanted, which he didn’t. He found comfort in her arms, reason why he let himself sink into her embrace, his eyes closing as he released a deep sigh.

Jennifer let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding in. His anger would backlash--not only was it a trigger for the wolf inside of him, but it was also a dangerous place to be, mentally. And she didn't want him to go there. She didn't want him to blame himself. "I'm sorry, honey." Jennifer whispered into his hair, her thumb sliding over the fabric of his shirt, tracing soft circles. "I'm so sorry." 

There was nothing that Graham didn’t kick or punch in his wake. Cole, now his own brother? He just couldn’t take it anymore. All that anger had to come out somehow. He kicked and punched everything, making a mess of the place he was in, and even if his knuckles were bloody and his hands red, every muscle in his body hurting, he didn’t stop until he collapsed to the ground, on his knees, tears rolling down his cheek without stopping, screaming at the top of his lungs, a scream of pain more than anything, unable to control the tears that didn’t stop going down his cheeks.

Although Jennifer had never exactly had a full conversation with Jett, there was nothing but sadness in her heart when she heard the news. He was a child. He was a child, and any world that let children die was a cruel one in her eyes. Her feelings towards werewolves could never negate the sheer pain things like this brought to her. She could imagine how hard it was for his family too. And maybe that was why she found herself seeking to comfort the ones who tolerated her, at least. Which brought her to Graham--the older brother, and the one whom she knew--from her own experience--would bee feeling the most pain. The most guilt, even if it was misplaced. Waiting until the rage had settled into agony, Jennifer stepped forward, sinking down to her knees beside him. She slid a hand across his back, wrapping her fingers around his shoulder in a gesture of comfort.

"It’s like a curse, really."

"Normally I'd try to disagree with you, but I'm not sure I can now." 

"Grace,"

"Nate?"

Tyler nodded slightly, not wanting to make this any harder for either of them with his bad mood. He was fine, he just had to show her. “Thanks.” he said a small smile. He pushed himself along, trying not to notice her hand on the handle. “They really should make those vents more wheelchair friendly.” he pointed out, trying to lighten the mood. “I could make some money if I sued.” he tried joking. As they arrived they headed towards the elevator, Tyler taking a couple tries to turn himself around in the small space. “Look at this fancy schmancy place you’ve got.”

"I think you should give it a try. I'll even help." She offered a tiny smile. Maybe she'd never pursued a career as a lawyer, but she had plenty of jobs before. Plenty of degrees, plenty of knowledge that she's hardly really told anyone about. Not that she doesn't want people to know--she just feels that it's not exactly something she needs to flaunt. She's good at what she does, she's successful and she's marginally happy. It's better than most people who've lived as long as she has. All she could really do with her education was help people--and that's what she did. It's what she wanted to do for Tyler. And, by the way he was acting, she knew showing her pain was hardly doing much good. "What can I say, I'm a fancy schmancy lady."

Lex nudged Jen back after she flicked him, unable to keep the playful smile off his face. “She’s amazing,” he said simply, agreeing with everything Jen had said. “I think turning her was the best thing I ever did.”

"That, she is." Jennifer agreed with a smile of her own. "You've done some great things all around--you've always been able to keep it together--you have a great girl and a puppy.. Don't get me wrong, I am so, so happy for you, but I envy you. Y'know, I wish I could have some of it too."

"I guess I’m not the only one who has that issue from time to time. Tell me the whole thing."

"Really--children? How do you even react to that?"

Evidently children are starting very young when it comes to the language of love. In the end though, Jenn, I hope you let him down easy. 

"Too young, it seems. I wonder where they're learning all of that stuff anyway.--If, by easy, you mean giving him the number to a Rejection Hotline then yes, I think I went pretty easy on him."