He was right, of course. She was newly turned, barely weeks old, and with eternity stretched out before her. While Jax had seemed to take to the transformation quickly, already off and hunting at the various bars that surrounded Charming, Kat chose to stay close to their sire. Their father. Because that was what he was; now more than ever. He was the one that had bore them into this new life.

From her place on the ledge -- somewhere she never would have dared to sit as a mortal -- she watched the prospects begin to lock up for the night. Even from this distance she could almost hear the blood rushing through their veins. It stirred something in her. A need.

"Oh Darling, Darling, what have I done? Now I do my talking with a gun, and blood will spill into the gutters, and it will stain the morning sun."

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Elias wasn’t one for staying long after sex, even if he did find her intriguing. “Darlin’ we both know if I get back in that bed we won't be leavin’ it for a few hours.” 

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Tristan got the call about a Chevelle on the side of the road and did what he was told. Get the wrecker on the road and head towards the edge of town. Blasting music the whole way there, singing along (badly) to the song Bad Company. An old favorite. The car was dead ahead and Tristan pulled the wrecker in front of it, backing up to make hooking it up easier. Then, he hopped out, ruffling a hand through his hair. Woman behind the wheel. Looked stressed. 

It had been late enough when they had gone to bed -- having had Hayden & Mateo and Thomas and the wives over -- that Opie’s kutte had been left on the back of one of the family room chairs. Not a big deal. It was safe (relatively), easy to grab on his way back out...but it was also now within reach of the kids. Kids who just so happened to beat their parents out of bed this morning.

There were only so many calls that could go unanswered before the devil herself blew into town. For Fiona Larkin was not a woman who stood for being ignored. Not by the cause, not by her (estranged) husband, and certainly not by her own children.