Sure, she had sugar daddy Anthony funding whatever she needed, but--there was a difference between her sexy new designer wardrobe...and her ratty old band t-shirts that she’d had for as long as she could remember. Ones that were already worn soft from hundreds of laundry cycles. Since she was a vampire now, her skin was actually rather sensitive and while her designer clothes were fucking rad, the idea of a soft t-shirt wouldn’t get out of her head.
It had nothing to do with wanting to see Phil. It just so happened that the only clothes that might still exist that had been hers while she was still a human would be at Phil’s house, mixed in with his own. She should’ve packed a bag before she burned down her whole fuckin’ house.
So, here was Shock, hovering outside Phil’s house, trying to figure out how she would get in without being invited. Stupid fucking vampire bullshit rules.Â
The back door opened and Shock heard the bark of a dog. Without thinking, she suddenly found herself in the shadows, just outside the porch light. Tom was standing with his hands on his hips, looking out towards Gilly, who noticed Shock first and laid her ears flat on her head, her gums pulling back as she showed off her teeth and growled.
Shock wanted to do the same thing. She was sure if she showed off her fangs, she have the dog running for the hills.Â
Instead, she just smiled her most human smile as Tom turned and spotted her.
“Oi, Shock! What are you doin’ standing over there in the dark? C’mon in, it’s getting cold out. Phil will be home in a few. He’ll be glad to see you.”
Well, that was easy.
Shock breezed up the steps of the back porch, doing her best not to breathe as she passed Tom. Last thing she wanted was to give herself away by ripping his throat out all over the porch.Â
“Thanks, Tom,” she said instead, patting him on the shoulder as she passed.
Inside the house, she tuned her ears--only hearing Tom and Gilly’s heartbeats. John must be...somewhere. Shock had no idea what he did with his time. And Phil was out too. Home soon. It wasn’t so late. Just after dinner, the sun having set low behind the trees. Shock made her way up to Phil’s room and started riffling through his drawers.Â
When the steps creaked a few minutes later, Shock didn’t stop. “Hey, babe,” she cooed, turning and cocking her hip as Phil pushed into his room. “Where’s that Skrillex shirt that I had here the other day?” The other day being about a month or so ago. Before she’d turned. She just smiled at him, tossing some of her hair.
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Dancing around with a cute guy was probably the best and only outcome he would have wanted at this thing. And hey, if he got a kiss or a few in then he definitely wouldn’t complain. “Thank you. You’re pretty fun yourself,” Fflewddur informed the other with a grin.
“Of course...I’ve got an idea on how to make this even more so.” He glanced Phillip up and down and grinned. “Ever consider doing body shots?”
In another little magical bullshit town. They were all the same, you know. Thought they were so quirky and cute, when between the cracks of their old cobblestones (because they were always old and they always had fucking cobblestones) something darker lurked.Â
Phoebus couldn’t tell you what exactly that darkness was. Not yet. All he knew was the rumors that had come through the grapevine. Of the Gates to the Underworld and demons run amuck. This wasn’t his first time in a place near to the Gates. He’d been in Greece for a while about ten years ago. Things had been calmer there, though.
These things always came in waves. At least, in his experience. And he had a lot of experience.
Overall, Phoebus was unimpressed with the quirky tea shoppe he’d stopped in to get a drink, and the little bookstore across the street that looked like all the others (though, strangely he had felt warmer inside of it--(Phoebus was never warm these days, with his spectre on his heel)), and the stupid fucking cobblestone streets.Â
He’d made his way to his new apartment behind of his things, which had been shipped from Germany. (Where he’d been last.) So, the place was already home-sweet-home when he stepped inside of it. He didn’t stay long. Just enough time to change out of his travel clothes and give his sister a call to let her know he’d gotten in alright (she was the only one who really cared).Â
Then, he trudged up a few floors to the Slayer’s apartment. He hadn’t exactly wanted to live in the same building as his little cousin, but in small towns like this, it couldn’t exactly be helped. He found himself easily at the door with the number that had been given to him, and knocked, to be greeted by Imede, who very graciously got him tea and a few biscuits.
It was afternoon and Imede told Phoebus that Phillip should be home from football practice soon.Â
About twenty minutes into the conversation, Phillip walked in the door.Â
Phoebus didn’t move from his seat on the couch, he knew that the boy could see him. He smiled a little and lifted a hand, casually.Â
“Hey there, cuz,” he said. “How was school?”
Shock was bored. Which was a very bad place for Shock to be. A bored Shock was a dangerous Shock, a reckless Shock...well, more than usual. She was snooping about the Qins, because she was bored and that meant she was dangerous and reckless and--wanted to know how easy it’d be to break in. If she ever needed to. Y’know, in case there was a fire or something.
From her spot behind the houses, the only thing visible of her in the darkness was the glowing ember of her cigarette.Â
Her attention was caught when the back door of the house next to the Qins’ opened and light flooded out. A dog dashed into the yard. Pissed. Dashed back in. The door closed, but there was just the smallest sliver of light--like a golden thread, beckoning Shock forward. She flicked her cigarette onto the ground.Â
The light flicked off.Â
Shock got her fingers on the top of the fence and hopped easily over, landing quietly in the backyard. She meandered towards the door. Open. She grinned to herself and pushed it open further and squeezed in.Â
The house was plain, nothing special. Everything was still and quiet.
She figured the tenants were asleep. Maybe she could nick something from the kitchen. Kitchens were always overlooked.Â
The kitchen was blue with darkness--
And there was a dark mass hunched over the counter top.
Fuck, Shock thought and stepped back, going to make a hasty retreat--but the man turned around and spotted her.
So, Shock did what any sane person would do when caught breaking into someone’s house at 2am. She crossed her arms and leaned against the doorway, tilting her head.
“Your back door is open,” she told him, jerking her thumb in the direction of it.
Phillip and Shock are Disgusted and Frankly Appalled by the Miracle of Pregnancy (*) [Tell Tale Heart]
In which the title explains it all...[takes place idk some time]
@knightley--phillip
[tw -- frank discussion of abortion]
SHOCK:
“So, I’m pregnant,” Shock said to Phillip as she lay in his bed, the blanket tossed artfully over her lower body. She slid her heel up the mattress, so her knee was bent, the black sheet pooling over her abdomen. She let out a huff.
Yes, Shock was pregnant, because she let men inside her body however she wanted. Usually, she was rather good about it in terms of the pull out or what not, but she had always played fast and loose. She had assumed God or whoever the fuck owed her majorly for giving her fucking cancer as a kid. Maybe she had used up all her “poor little cancer girl” tokens in the slot machine, gambling away for more time consequence free.Â
Maybe it was just shitty luck. One too many times letting some dumbass come inside her.
Honestly, she didn’t even know if it was Phil’s. He was her best guess, considering he was a frequent customer, but there would be no telling without a DNA test and if Shock had anything to say about it--that wouldn’t be necessary at the end of the day.
Shock lit a cigarette, even though she knew Phil’s tight-ass roommate hated her smoking in the house. Maybe she should’ve announced this at family dinner. That would’ve been hilarious. John would’ve popped a blood vessel. Tom would’ve asked to be godfather or some shit. Of course, in this scenario, Shock convinced them all she was keeping it. Which--
“Don’t freak out, I’m not keeping it.” The cigarette wagged between her teeth as she spoke and then she took a drag, plucking it from her lips and letting the smoke drift into the air.Â
PHILLIP:
“Oh thank fucking God.”
He let out a breath. He’d been totally and utterly frozen the moment she’d said what she’d said, sitting up so his back was against the headboard. He’d been about to suggest they grab a drink after she lit her cigarette and then she’d spoken and Phil couldn’t hear much else.
Here was a thing Phillip Knightley knew: even the best birth control was only 99.9% effective or something. He couldn’t beat those odds.
Here was another thing: Phillip had been...how shall we say...particularly careless when it came to fucking Shock. He wasn’t normally, mind you. He was normally very careful about rubbers and all that sort of stuff, because if there was one fear Phillip had, it was some woman knocking on his door heavily pregnant and demanding he pay for a child he did not want. That’d make his father quite happy.
Not that Phil didn’t want kids eventually. Maybe. He knew he was supposed to want them — or at least supposed to want to breed like a rabbit and produce strong Order sons.Â
But a kid running around from some non-approved woman was a fucking nightmare — and it’d ruin his status. Not that Order members didn’t on occasion keep side mistresses or slip up, but Phil couldn’t do that to the Knightley name. He’d already fucked up once.Â
“Not that I won’t help you remove it,” said Phillip, smiling now, because that’s what he did when things got weird. “But how the hell do you even know it’s mine?” He nudged her with his leg. “Not exactly like we’ve ever been exclusive.”Â
SHOCK:
Shock snorted at his emphatic response. She’d wanted to elicit a similar sort of reaction from him, just because she’d find it funny. And she needed funny right now.
No, Shock was not having some moral quandary over yeeting a fetus out of her uterus. She was having a monetary quandary. Since she wasn’t a citizen, she was going to have to pay out the ass for an abortion. And there was no other option. Either Shock was gonna have to prostitute herself out for a few months to gather the near 500 pounds she was gonna need (maybe more including a place to stay for the recovery after the operation) or she was gonna get it from Phil.
She knew he could afford it, which is why she had targeted him for this particular favor. Well, he was also the closest thing she had to a friend in town. They actually spent time together not having sex or doing drugs sometimes, which equaled friendship in Shock’s eyes. Which meant there was an emotional connection here she could play on too--garner his sympathy.Â
She rolled her eyes. “You’re fucking me a lot more tan anyone else. Didn’t that big fancy university you went to teach you statistics?” she scoffed at him.Â
PHILLIP:
“You overestimate my ability to pay attention in school and do math,” fired Phil right back.Â
He was quiet then, thinking about the weight of it all. He couldn’t help it. Stewing on things was part of his nature, trying to find some sort of meaning to it all. Logically he knew this would get taken care of very easily. Phil had money. He knew Shock probably came to him because she knew that he had money. He knew that he wouldn’t have said no. She didn’t need to convince him. It was something he’d do for a friend.Â
The corner of his mouth tugged up. He didn’t know if he’d consider Shock a friend — just someone he was fucking. But it was more than that, wasn’t it? It wasn’t romantic, nah. Phil knew what love felt like, this big, gnawing, pulsating thing that clawed in his chest and suffocated him. He didn’t feel like that with Shock. He looked at her and he felt — he felt like high-fiving her.Â
“Wow, fuck. We made a thing.” He laughed, poking Shock’s lower stomach. “There is a thing in there. That’s mental. That’s fucked. That’s straight up horror movie shit, I don’t know how women do it. Something just bloody grows inside of you for nine months all because a bloke didn’t pull out fast enough.”
He shivered a little and then for good measure, slapped a hand on Shock’s thigh.
“Alright, when do you wanna extract this thing? How does this work? Do you call ahead? Make a reservation? Just show up? I’ve no idea. Maybe I should.” He tilted his head. “For the future.”
SHOCK:
Shock actually smacked his hand away. She didn’t feel like high-fiving. She felt like breaking his damn fingers, one by one. Or kneeing him in the groin. She didn’t think it was mental. It was horror movie shit. She had done a lot to keep this body: chemo and radiation mainly, though malnutrition definitely played its part. Part of her body had never really recovered from any of that. And she liked it that way. The idea of getting fat was a fucking nightmare. Especially if it wasn’t because she’d gorged herself on delicacies and sweets because she could.
It was disgusting and awful and she wanted it gone. The thought of thinking of something unauthorized growing inside of her made her feel violated. Her room was not for rent, get the fuck out squatter.
“I’ve got to make an appointment and go through some bullshit pre-screening process, probably to get convinced out of it. Don’t worry, that’s not going to happen. I’d rather die. And as soon as fucking possible. We have to go up closer to London, because there is no doctor out here in the boonies that’ll do it. Also, it’s gonna cost you 500 quid or whatever the fuck you say. And that’s just the operation. Apparently I’m gonna need to be there 48 hours before. So, add hotel on top of that. And I want the fancy shit, as mother of your bastard, I deserve the best.”
She flicked some of her blonde hair into his face. “I know you can afford it, so pony up. Oh, also, if you’re using a credit card, you’ve got to come with me.”Â
PHILLIP:
“Yeah, yeah.” Phil waved a hand at the mention of a hotel. He knew a place in London that was nice, but tucked out of the way, the sort of place that rich executives — and rich Order Princes — took their mistresses.
“Don’t worry, nothing but the best for my baby mama.” He reached on the side table for his phone, typed in the name of the hotel and then pulled up the website that listed all the amenities — spa, pool, lounge, gym, all that jazz — and tossed it to Shock. It was an expensive hotel, the type with a big flashy chandelier in the lobby, and if Phil didn’t already scream money, he sure as hell did now. The Knightleys were old money, basically gentry, which Shock, an American might not realize, but Phil knew she knew he knew that she knew that he was loaded. He wasn't gonna skimp out now.Â
“That good enough for you? Might as well make a mini-vacation out of this whole thing.” He sighed, leaning back on the headboard. “Vacabortion. Aborcation? Something like that. Is that crass? That’s absolutely crass. Good thing we’re on the same page here.”
SHOCK:
Holy shit, this was working?
For all the shit that Shock talked, she didn’t actually know if it was going to and there was a part of her that she’d never admit to, if you pried back all the rest, that was terrified. She didn’t want to go to some shady backdoor doctor, she didn’t want to turn tricks in order to afford the abortion and probably end up with some disgusting STI in exchange. Her options, outside of Phil, were unappealing and dangerous. As much as Shock liked to risk her life, it was always on her terms.
Not to mention: Shock hated hospitals and anything medical. She barely took Advil, if she could help it. Now, she was going to have to have surgery. Be strapped, helpless, to a table and dissected.
This fear lurked like a shadow against the wall, in the peripheral of Shock’s vision. Just faint enough that Shock could ignore it.Â
She hadn’t panicked. She’d gotten to work.
There was this burn in her chest when Phil handed her the phone. Something that was as thick and cloying as perfume: gratitude. Shock would rather choke on it.Â
Good thing Phil handed her his phone. She took it with eager hands and, despite her composure throughout this conversation, her eyes bulged wide at the sight of glittering chandeliers and a pool bigger than any she’d ever seen.
“Holy shit, that bathtub is a-maz-ing! That’ll be so great to soak in after they’ve ripped my uterus out through my vagina.”Â
Shock wasn’t going to say thank you. Even if the words were on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she leaned back against the cushions and clicked the “book room” button--
“So, when are we going? You don’t have school yet, right? And if Gaston doesn’t let me off, I’ll just start a smear campaign about him.”Â
PHILLIP:
“I’m literally always free,” said Phil, which was somewhat of a lie. He’d have to make up a reason to tell John and Tom why he was going out of town with Shock. Maybe the reason was just as simple as he was going out of town with Shock to the Belleview — which both of them would recognize immediately — and Tom would make a big deal about it and John would roll his eyes, but Phillip could deal with that.Â
He did not want a child. Not right now at least. Maybe one day. In the future. In the far future. Hopefully. Phillip hoped that one day he’d wake up and the future that was laid out for him — marry a nice well-bred Order girl, breed like a rabbit and have an army of children — would be something he realized he’d been looking for. All this youthful ennui and restlessness was just an adolescent phase. Phillip Knightley was just a bit too late in growing out, of course! He wanted to want it, wanted to duck his head down and make his parents happy, please his brothers, stay by John and Tom’s side for the rest of his days.Â
He glanced back at Shock, the thoughts too heavy for even him to infuse levity in, pushing them out of mind as he browsed more of the Belleview’s amenities.Â
“Next weekend? Or is during the week better for you? What would please the boss man? Like I said — and like you know — I am very flexible.”Â
SHOCK:
The relief was like a shock (ha) to the system with how immediate and all-encompassing it was. She hadn’t even realized how stiff she’d been until her body finally caught up and realized: damn, girl, you actually got us out of a shitty situation for once. She felt herself relax into the fluffy mattress of Phil’s bed, her body aching slightly.Â
“During the week probably. Definitely can’t take off Friday/Saturday. Could leave Sunday and get back..Tuesday? Do you think there is a long recovery time for getting your uterus lining ripped out of your vagina? I mean...usually that shit takes a week, I can’t imagine it all done at once.” She gave a shudder before perking back up. “Hey, you think they’re gonna give me pain killers? Like--the good shit?”
She laughed. Awesome, if she got those, she could turn around and sell them maybe. Give Phil back at least some of the money. As much as she enjoyed having money and attention lavished on her, she didn’t like the idea of being a charity case.
“Thanks, though. Guess I owe you a really good blow job or something.”
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Not really. Maybe a little bit. Maybe just enough. Everyone was supposed to be nervous about their first time, though, weren’t they? So, it was fine. That was what Peach told herself as she finished brushing her hair back from her face, admiring herself in the mirror.
At least her dancer’s body was doing her some favours here. She looked fucking hot, if she did say so herself. Deb and Isabel had thought so too, when she had messaged them her outfit. Wilbur had something along the lines of “ew gross!” but Wilbur didn’t count because Wilbur was kind of an anomaly when it came to boys in general.
Phillip wasn’t, wasn’t he?
He was the perfect boy. He played sports and he exercised and he was kind of a dick and kind of dumb, super hot with his strong brow and all those muscles. Phillip screamed (cave)man.
Which meant, when he saw her breasts as perky as they could be and her juicy ass squeezed into her tight black leotard, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off her, right?
Right.
So, she answered the door as confidently as one could when walking in tiny stiletto heels that would break your ankle if you stepped wrong (those had been her idea, because that’s always what the women in movies and music videos wore when they were trying to seduce someone.)Â
When she pulled it open, she leaned against the frame of the door, elongating her (rather short) body, hand snaking up the side of the door, glittering cover up draped elegantly and glittering in the lower, mood lighting that she had set in the living room.Â
“Hey, babe,” Peach said, trying to make her breath deep and sultry. She opened the door a little more. “Come in. Do you want some wine?”Â
(She’d gotten that from Deb.)Â
She turned on her heel, wobbling just a little, but then she strutted farther into the room, before seating herself on a bar stool, leaning over the counter to grab the bottle of wine and two glasses--giving Phillip a lovely show of her ass.Â
Phillip and Peach were going excellently, if you asked Peach.Â
Which would be a lie. She knew they weren’t going, well, peachy. They barely kissed at all. Which sucked. And, y’know, Peach could have, like, any dude that she wanted really. She knew she could because she flirted with them often enough and it wasn’t that hard to catch their attention.Â
But, well, Phillip was pretty and kind of dumb and had a good social standing. The recipe for the perfect boyfriend.
“Will you win me a prize?” Peach asked, tugging on his windbreaker and smiling up at him. “I’ll make it worth your while,” she raised her eyebrows suggestively.
Peter was incredibly excited for the Spring Equinox, and the festival the town had centered around it. He was very much a nature person and if he had to say he was religious, he would pick one of the naturalistic ones. So of course he was thrilled to spend his day wandering around by the lake looking at all of the things that were set up for people to do.Â
It was the first time since the incident with Phillip that he hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind. Peter was just too caught up in walking around in his bare feet, shorts, and shirtless, even though it was still a bit chilly out he was not about to let that ruin his day. He had wandered down right to the edge of the lake and was walking around it just taking everything in. The small groups of people crowded around the dunk tank and the kissing booths, the large crowd that had gathered for Clopin’s magic show, and the couples who were walking around same as he. For the first time in quite a while, he smiled genuinely, just happy to be outside on a lovely day reconnecting with himself.Â
He sat down on a rock on the edge of the lake, laid back and dangled his feet in the water. The sun was high and hot in the sky and he allowed himself to close his eyes and just feel the warmth on his face and chest.Â
