Shrinking Universe [Dorian]

[Roxanne O'Hara]

Dear Miss O’Hara,

Following recent events, we are placing one Dorian Richard Morgan in your care. He will be arriving at your residence in Camden on 19th January 2010 at 1500. Please make the appropriate arrangements concerning your work and residence ready for the arrival of Dorian Morgan.

Please find enclosed an Information Sheet regarding Dorian Morgan. It includes his D.O.B, background and abilities. Should there be any problems or questions regarding this, feel free to contact us.

Yours Sincerely,
The Luce Tribe

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Roxanne sat in front of the fire, staring blankly into the flames. The TV was on in the background, but she’d long ago given up concentrating on that, it was just on now to cover the silence. By sheer force of will, she was refusing to stare at the clock. Instead, she checked her phone. 2:53pm. Seven minutes to go until they arrived. Well, she was assuming it was a ‘they’ anyway. They couldn’t very well send someone over to her apartment without at least checking it was all okay, could then? Well, she supposed they could, but this all seemed so ... official that someone just turning up on her doorstep didn’t seem right. There had to be a handover or something.

She ran her hands through her hair and blew out a breath, stealing another look at her phone. She was nervous. She had every reason to be, she was opening her home up to a complete stranger. It was something that cat in her was going crazy over. The Luce shouldn’t be doing this! They had no right. They were forcing her to let someone she didn’t know into her home. How was she meant to protect her family? They were making her put them at risk. She was in half a mind to tell them where to go, but she knew that they wouldn’t be doing this unless they had no alternative and she couldn’t very well leave him if he needed someone. Ethan said it was her maternal instincts kicking in, but Roxi wasn’t thinking about that. Not now, at least.

So, she’d done exactly what the letter had told her to so. She’d turned her music room into another bedroom and booked the rest of the week off so she could help Dorian settle in. Perhaps it was a little over the top, but she’d done it anyway. She wanted to make sure he was as comfortable here as he could be, even if it meant she was putting Ethan and Loki at risk. It might not make any sense, but then nothing about this really did. The presence of an Information Sheet, for example. When she’d shown Loki it, he was shocked. To her, it didn’t mean anything, but to Loki it did.

Information Sheets were given out when someone was taken in for Protection and they were reserved for Vampyres, Werewolves or Werecats who had run from their Court. They never had much actual information on them, as if they were encouraging the subject to start a fresh. Dorian shouldn’t have one and the fact he did made Loki nervous, which in turn made Ethan demand that she call up the Luce and tell them to find someone else. But she couldn’t. Looking at the information sheet had made her think about what hers had probably looked like. There weren’t many parallels between the pair of them, in fact there was just one, but it was probably that that had caused the Luce to send him to her.

Next to the list of his relatives, DECEASED was printed. Every single one of them, just like hers would have been. It was heart breaking to see and made her wonder what would have happened to her if the Andvari’s had taken one look at her sheet and thought she wasn’t worth the risk. When she’d mentioned this to Loki, he’d said that it was different, but all the fight had gone out of his voice; he knew he’d lost the argument.

She’d done what she could to protect her family thought. Ethan and Loki were currently out “food shopping”. They weren’t happy to leave her alone with Dorian, but she’d argued with them. If he was nervous, coming up to an apartment with two scary looking men wouldn’t help matters. They’d both tried to persuade her to go out whilst one of them stayed to check out the newcomer, but she’d pointed out that it was her name on the letter, not theirs. This was her responsibility, not theirs.

So here she was, sat on the sofa staring at the fire and waiting for the buzzer to sound. She picked up her phone and checked the time. Two minutes to go.

One minute.

Three o’clock. They’ll be here any –

BUZZ!

Roxi jumped up and checked her appearance in the mirror. She sent a quick text to Ethan and Loki to let them know they were here, then walked over and buzzed them up.

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[Dorian Morgan]

Dorian new he was being moved somewhere. They had been talking about it for the last few days but he wasn't listening. He was reading. Since he had been taken away for the Riptide he had been starting to feel things? Not sure if that would be the right way of putting it but things just felt weird and off for him. He didn't have a purpose right now and as such he was feeling just lost. Also the fact no one seemed to know what to do with him. He ran his hands over the old hand written pages, knowing he would never get to the last page because it was still drenched in his mothers blood, even after all these years.

It had bothered him earlier. The blood. It was weird because blood didn't bother him at all, whether it was his or someone else's. This however did, he couldn't name the feeling but it made him sick and he couldn't look at the page for too long. Dorian ran a hand through his hair in mild annoyance as he tried to bring his mind back on track.

The doctor had told him a name, of the person he was going to be going off and living with. Roxanne O'Hara. It rang a bell and he was sure it was the second name that was doing it. So he had gotten his box and he was re-reading everything. Probably for the hundredth time. It was by no means a small book, his mother had been stuck of bed rest when she had written this, likely bored out of her mind as well having nothing else to do and she had written a lot.
Before he had found the name he was searching for, Damon came up to him. The man had been there for most of his life, he was a constant but yet – he wasn't taking him in. Dorian was a little confused about this because surely his mother would of preferred Damon. The man had delivered him and been there through his mothers pregnancy. But yet, they where sending him to a random lady called O'Hara. Dorian knew he should be able to just recall this name from memory! It was important. His mind didn't seem to be working very fast now, when he was training everything was at the right speed, but when he was around other people things seems slow and sluggish. Like he was missing vital information that every one had.

“Time to go kid, we have to be there for 3.”

Dorian nodded and stood, placing the book back into the box and clicking it shut almost reverently. Damon smiled at him when he did this... Dorian knew he was happy but he couldn't think what he was happy about. Dorian decided not to think on it, people where confusing him lately.

The drive was uneventful, Dorian was not exactly well versed in small chat, so instead her carried on reading. Typical of his luck however he found the name he was looking for when they arrived. O'Hara... His father Richard O'Hara. But all of that side of his family where dead... he had found out they had been wiped off the map when he was 15 and that there was no chance of finding them or meeting that side of his family. The familiar feeling of rage came back when he thought about his fathers and his families death. Knowing it was because of the courts. The moonlit court.

He tilted his head to one side and turned his attention to Damon, startling him slightly.

“This woman? Is she an elemental? Her surname is familiar too me.”

“No, from what I know she is a cat who left the moonlit court.” He spoke whilst pressing the button whilst confusion flitted across Dorian's face... why where the putting him with a random cat. Dorian shrugged it up and walked through the door Damon was holding open for him “This is where I leave you chap, the Luce want you to meet her with no one clouding your judgement and so on.”

Dorian didn't understand how he could affect his feeling on meeting this stranger but nodded and agreed. There where very few things in this life of which Dorian didn't just nod and agree to. He grabbed the box with the books in which was his only possession and a piece of paper with the door number on it. He walked straight to the apartment not even looking at the building as he walked through it. He wasn't nervous or anything and generally just wanted to eat something. He'd missed breakfast this morning thanks to his random study session on the book. He idly wondered if this O'Hara was any relation to his father Rikki but he doubted it, all of his family where dead – it was just a coincidence so Dorian pushed to the back of his mind before knocking on the door.

He loosened his trench coat as he was already a lot warmer inside than he was outside. The air around him shimmered before her frowned and reigned his abilities in. He wasn't using them as much as he had been doing over the last 12 years and he had become more prone to his abilities leaking out around him, his shields flitted up when he was concentrating on keeping them away. Luckily he had gotten in down by the time the door opened. Dorian stared straight at the woman and shook off the idea that it kinda felt like he was looking into a creepy mirror when he looked into her eyes.

“Miss O'Hara? I'm Dorian Morgan.” His tone was rather flat and he just offered his hand to the woman, his other hand still grasping the box. He really hoped she had some chocolate or something, he was really craving something sweet by this point. And to be pointed in the direction of a clothes store... nothing in his old home had fitted him and everything he had had with the Riptide had been blown up and burnt to Ash by a Fucoco that must have been suicidal to have stormed their hide out like that. Dorian wished he had been there when that had happened, he fancied a new ability to play with.

[Roxanne O'Hara]

Roxanne took a deep breath before opening the door. She needed to get a reign on her nerves or she’d be making Ethan and Loki feel worse. She was lucky to have got them out of the apartment at all to be honest. They had been sent to food shop for Dorian, but as they didn’t know what he ate they wouldn’t bother doing it seriously. They’d just grab a load of junk food and then go hang around Camden Market until she sent them a text to come back or they felt something from her that got them worried.

With her hand on the door knob, she smoothed her t-shirt out, thankful that Loki had let her choose her outfit today. She suspected Ethan was relieved with the fact too. Knowing Loki, he’d have had her meeting Dorian in leather hot pants and a tube top. Ethan might be getting better with the outfits Loki was putting her in, but that was only when he was around. Meeting an unknown male on her own in barely anything was out of the question.

Taking another deep breath, Roxi opened the door and looked into the eyes of her brother.

That couldn’t be right. Her brother had died. She’d seen him killed for treason. Her parents had died trying to save him. There was no way this person stood in front of her was Rikki, it just wasn’t possible. But he looked so much like him.

Was this some kind of sick joke? The Luce knew all about her history, they had insisted on hearing everything when she’d first arrived at the Free Court to make sure they weren’t harbouring a serial killer or something. They’d known about her family’s death, hell, they’d seen the portraits she had. They’d known about all of this, yet they were insisting on her taking in someone who was the spitting image of her brother?

“Miss O'Hara? I'm Dorian Morgan.”

Roxi looked down at his hand for a second before she shook it. She was still in slight shock and she was sure that it was evident on her face. She shook her head slightly to clear her mind, trying to get hold of the shock. If she didn’t, the boys would come rushing home and burst through the door. Probably in some coordinated attack pattern. She wouldn’t be surprised if they had already got a plan set out for if anything had happened. And a back up for if they couldn’t get through the door or the windows...

She sent them out calming vibes, the emotional equivalent of walking out with her hands up and saying that everything was fine, just fine, no one’s getting hurt, now please put the gun down, then smiled at Dorian.

“Hi, I’m Roxi.”

[/color] She opened the door further and stood back to allow him into her home. She looked behind him towards the stairs, wondering if anyone else were coming up. When she saw that he was alone, she frowned slightly and shut the door. “Loki and Ethan will be home soon, they’re just getting some food in. At least, I hope that’s what they’re doing. They have a tendency to get distracted with all the gadget stores on the way.”[/color]

She turned and smiled, trying not to see her brother stood there. “Erm, can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Coffee? Chocolate? I have some food around here somewhere too, but I’m afraid it isn’t very substantial. We tend to live off junk food here.”[/color]
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[Dorian Morgan]

Dorian noted how she hesitated before shaking his hand, she was shocked, he knew that one. He'd seen it on people usually that was when he had his wings out of his shield popped up without him telling it to. As she shook her head he tilted his own to look behind him, just double checking that his wings hadn't decided to pop up without him noticing. Nope, no wings and as far as he knew most people wouldn't recognise him on sight, he was practically hidden from the world until he was 16 and not long after that he had gone underground with the Riptide. Since he'd been back the Luce had pulled their usual trick of keeping him hidden from the world all over again.

“Hi, I'm Roxi.” Dorian nodded and walked into her house, there where... a lot of fires. No wonder the building was so warm. He placed his box down on the side, reluctant to take his hand off it at first before decided he needed to get his jacket off or he was going to cook to death. Just as she was shrugging it off and glancing for some where to put it she turned from the door. Probably had been waiting for some one to escort her up. He'd been expecting the same, Damon however was probably half way back to his own house by now.

“Loki and Ethan will be home soon, they’re just getting some food in. At least, I hope that’s what they’re doing. They have a tendency to get distracted with all the gadget stores on the way.” Dorian studied her as she spoke to him, she was uncomfortable he could tell that much... and seemingly having trouble looking at him. He didn't understand what would cause either of those things, the Luce had pretty much made the point he wasn't to tell anyone how strong he really was as people would want him for their own means so it wouldn't be his power she was nervous off. “Erm, can I get you anything to drink? Tea? Coffee? Chocolate? I have some food around here somewhere too, but I’m afraid it isn’t very substantial. We tend to live off junk food here.”

Dorian turned around, he'd been told about 20 times already it was rude not to look at someone when you are speaking to them. Although Dorian didn't know why, it wasn't like he was trying to be rude or anything... did it count as rude if you weren't trying to be rude? Never the less Dorian had worked out people responded better if you looked at them, even though he would rather had a better look of the place he was apparently living in. Dorian only idly wondered who this Loki and Ethan where but he assumed he would just meet them later.

“Chocolate would be great, the Luce seem to like giving me water when I ask for things with sugar... and any type of food would be good, I forgot about breakfast this morning and haven't really eaten anything at all.” Dorian glanced away again, putting his attention back into the apartment. His eyes catching on to the many photo's. One in particular caught his eye on her mantle piece. It was an old shot but he knew it because he had a copy of it in his box. It was a Photo of his father, Rikki. His mother had pinned it in the last page of the book she had written for him.

He crossed the space in the room and walked over to the picture. Definitely in better condition than his too, but that was not surprising. His had been folded and he assumed that his mother had kept it on her for an extended period of time. It was however the exact same picture. It might mean that she had known his father at some point. Dorian harboured no delusions that he had any family left, every one was dead he knew that. His mother had told him ever one on his Fathers side of the family had died long ago but he had no idea why.

Dorian turned his attention to Roxi who was cutting something, probably making him something to eat. He would have been find with crisps or something she could just throw at him or something. He could cook for himself and any one who came near him if you gave him a chance, it was a hobby that had never left him behind, cooking was always fun.

“Your name... O'Hara. Any relation to Rikki O'Hara?” Dorian asked whilst gesturing to the photo, he was however very confused by her reaction. He just wanted to know if she was a friend or heck, maybe he had a sister or something... although from how his mother had written about Rikki, Dorian didn't think he would of gotten some one else pregnant so soon and she looked only a little younger than he...

He was the knife heading for her hand but only managed a step before she accidentally cut herself. It was only a minor cut and usually Dorian would ignore it when some one cut themselves like that but he had to use his powers or his shield was probably going to pop up again. Or his wings... that would be fun to explain to the person he was living with. He cleared the distance in the room fast. Draping his folded coat over one of the chairs and coming up to stand next to her. “You should be more careful...” He laid his right hand on her arm a few inches away from her cut and let his healing ability take over. White light shining from under his palm and covering her cut in the same bright light. After barely a few seconds he pulled his hand away and put a foot or so between them. Dorian knew cats liked their space and so on so it made sense. “There.”

[Roxanne O'Hara]

“Chocolate would be great, the Luce seem to like giving me water when I ask for things with sugar... and any type of food would be good, I forgot about breakfast this morning and haven't really eaten anything at all.”

Roxi nodded and turned around, heading straight for the kitchen. She flicked the kettle on and stood staring at it whilst she was thinking. She needed to clear her head some more. Sure, it was working okay, but it was still fairly fuzzy. She just couldn’t get over how much this stranger looked like her brother. If she didn’t know any better, she’d have thought that he was his son or something, but that was impossible. Rikki had Mated with a Vampyre, any children from that union was impossible. Perhaps she had an uncle or aunt that she hadn’t heard of and this was some long lost cousin. That had to be it, it was the only explanation.

She shook her head and opened various cupboards, looking for something for Dorian to eat. God, she hoped those boys didn’t get distracted and actually bought some food. It may not look like it, but they were seriously running low on food at this point as no one could be bothered to go to the supermarket. Having two werecats in the house a lot of the time meant that what would normally last a week actually only lasted a few days tops. And that was before Ethan had managed to get her eating the ‘right amount of food for a cat’.

She rooted around in the cupboard and pulled out a packet of tea cakes. Not exactly great, but it’d do for now. She’d cook a real meal for tea or something. Okay, she’d get Ethan to cook something for tea; she was a rubbish cook. She even managed to burn soup in the microwave. Though that wasn’t exactly surprising, what with her aversion to technology. She just hoped that the toaster wouldn’t attack her when she tried to use it.

She pulled out a knife from the block on the work surface and started slicing the teacakes in half. Would three be enough? Ethan could eat that as a snack and still complain that there wasn’t enough. Best do the whole lot, just in case.

“Your name... O'Hara. Any relation to Rikki O'Hara?”

Roxi looked round quickly and saw Dorian stood next to a photo of her brother. The resemblance between the two of them was startling and, for a second, all she could do was stare at him. Then her hand slipped, sending the blade of her knife across her palm.

“Shit!” The pain was immediate and she quickly stifled it, sending more calming vibes out to Loki and Ethan. Think about something else, anything else. Oh crap, I’m gonna get blood on the teacakes.

She was about to fetch the first aid kit from the cupboard, but before she could, Dorian had took hold of her arm. She acted on instinct and whirled to hit him, but when she saw his face she stopped. He didn’t look as if he were about to attack, he looked like he was trying to help. “You should be more careful...”

He put his hand just over the cut on her palm. Before she could ask what he was doing exactly, a white light shone from his hand and along her skin. It felt ... strange, like a mix of a breeze running along her skin and dunking her hand in ice water.

“There...”

She frowned down at her hand which had completely stopped hurting. Wiping the blood onto her jeans, she looked at her hand again, shocked to see that the cut had gone, replaced by slightly paler, new skin. She flexed her hand slightly, then looked up at Dorian. “Erm, thanks. And yeah, I am related to him. I’m his twin.”

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As she spoke, she moved away from him, taking the unbloodied teacakes and slotting them in the toaster. She knew that she’d probably sounded short with him, but she didn’t like to talk about her brother, it brought back too many memories for her. With everything that had happened recently, the wounds she had hidden were annoyingly close to the surface.

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[Dorian Morgan]

“Erm, thanks. And yeah, I am related to him. I’m his twin.”

Hmm, Twin. So he actually had... family? That was interesting. His mother had completely assured her than all of his fathers family where dead and that included sisters and so on. He stifled the initial spike of aggravation over the fact that he had obviously had family out here some where. Although now the reason he was sent here was starting to make a little more sense. If his father was truly dead, a fact he was now starting to question as his mother had been wrong about this woman in front of him, she was his only blood related family. Which would likely be why they chose her over Damon.

Dorian resumed his progression back over to the sofa where he had been handing, snagging his box on the way. Figuring she would want to know how she knew her brother and why he was randomly bringing it up. Also he was guessing from her ton of voice this wasn't exactly a subject she wanted to broach, something he didn't understand. Then he was raised as an only child, true enough he was a triplet but they had died before they had even made it to a day of age.

He sat down and flicked open the box as she moved around the kitchen making tea cakes. A lot of tea cakes... he really hoped she was hungry because he really would not be able to eat all of them. He put it down to Were metabolism. His mother had explained it too him, how when she and his father went out for dinner he would order enough food for 5 men whilst Tara used to just have a normal portion. She used to go home with doggy bags because he insisted that she didn't quite eat enough.

Dorian clipped open the box, putting the leather bound book on the side and grabbing some of the photo's from the bottom of the box, he flicked thought them slowly trying to find one of his mother and Rikki to show her. He sighed as he finally found one of them both in a park, having some kind of picnic. He was still angry with the moon lit court for the fact his father had died, even if he didn't know the ins and outs when it came to it.

“How did you know him?”

She startled him from his thoughts and her turned around to face her again. He could see curiosity on her face and he realised that he hadn't exactly been forthcoming with information. But then a part of Dorian had always hoped that his father had known about him some how and so would his family. However from the confused look on her face he was guessing she knew nothing.

He got up from his seat and moved to the counter, leaning on it as he handing over a photograph of his mother and Rikki. It was very worn but still quite clear. “I never met him, but I kind of knew him.” He glanced back over to the box but decided to leave that for later. If she wanted to maybe know more about his mother he wouldn't mind her looking through it. Something that shocked him really. Dorian rarely let any one near the box let alone at its contents. She was however family he guessed... and oddly enough that met something to him.

“That's my mother there. I think that one was taken a couple of weeks before she got pregnant actually.” Dorian ran his hand through his hair, pushing the uncomfortable wash of emotions trying to pull their way out of his chest, after a second they where gone and he looked back to her, moving to a more comfortable standing position.

“Least it makes a little bit more sense now... why I was sent here. You're my Aunt...”

[Roxanne O'Hara]

Roxi watched as Dorian walked back from the sofa to where she was stood. His expression was blank and even with her slight empathetic ability as a werecat, she couldn’t feel anything from him; he was like an emotional blind spot. It was worrying for her, even when Loki had completely shut himself down, she’d still felt something off of him. But with Dorian, there was nothing. No, more than nothing, it was as if he were sucking all the emotion out of the area around him.

She shook her head, clearing the negative thoughts from her mind. There wasn’t anything sinister about him; he was just a lost child. Okay, he wasn’t exactly a child, he was thirty two after all, but to a were, he was still considered a minor, someone in need of protection and support. And that was what she was going to give him.

She smiled as Dorian leant up against the island counter in the centre of the kitchen, plating up the teacakes and sliding them in front of him. He held out his hand and Roxanne frowned slightly as he did. “I never met him, but I kind of knew him.”

She looked down at his hand and saw the piece of paper he was holding out to her. She took it, frowning even deeper at him before she unfolded it and almost dropped it in shock. “That's my mother there. I think that one was taken a couple of weeks before she got pregnant actually. Least it makes a little bit more sense now... why I was sent here.”

She stared at the photo, knowing what he was going to say before he did. Part of her had known it since she’d set eyes on him, but she had refused to believe it. “You're my Aunt...”

She wasn’t. She couldn’t be. It just wasn’t possible.

She placed her hand down on the counter carefully, trying not to slam it and ruin the photo. She didn’t know why she cared so much though, it wasn’t her brother. There had to be another explanation, one that made sense. But, what? Nothing about this made sense, nothing. Maybe he was an Elemental who could change their appearance, maybe it was some sick joke. That had to be it. It had to be. There was no way he could be her brothers son. Her brother didn’t even have a son! He would have told her! Whoever it was in the photograph, it wasn’t her brother. She would have known if ... that had happened.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but immediately regretted it. God, he smelt of her brother. It was so familiar it made her heart clench. She hadn’t smelt that scent in so long ...

No. It wasn’t him. He wasn’t alive and this wasn’t his son. It wasn’t. It just plain wasn’t. “Look, I don’t know who you are or why you’re doing this, but stop. Now. It’s not funny, it’s sick. My brother died. He didn’t have a son, he would have told me. He couldn’t have had a son! He Mated with a sodding Vampyre! He was killed for it! It’s not possible! You can’t Mate more than once!”

[/color] She stopped herself, hearing the hysterical note in her voice. She tried to send calming vibes to her own Mate, but she wasn’t able to. Her head was warring with itself and she wasn’t able to think. He smelt of Rikki, looked like Rikki, sounded like Rikki, but he couldn’t be. He just couldn’t. Rikki had Mated with a Vampyre, for Gods’ sake! A Vampyre!

She moved away from Dorian and paced, dragging her hands repeatedly through her hair. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, to hug him or kick him. Her human logic was screaming at her that he was wrong, delusional, but her cat instinct was insisting that he was telling the truth. He was family, the only link she had left to her brother. She should embrace him! She should hold him and tell him that she was sorry for missing out on all this time, that she’d make it up to him, she’d –

NO! It’s not true! Rikki didn’t have a son! He couldn’t have! He would have told me![/color]

She shut her eyes and let out a shaking breath. She needed to calm down, or the cavalry would soon arrive. That’s if they weren’t already running up the stairs ...

She shot the door a glance, then ran over and locked it, keeping the key in the lock so they wouldn’t be able to get in. She needed to sort this on her own. She needed to know what to think, and she couldn’t have them interfering with something so personal. Yes, she interfered with their personal stuff, but this was different. She just hoped that they understood that.
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[Dorian Morgan]

Dorian didn't understand her reaction, she seemed to be desperate to get away from the topic. He could tell that she was stressed, that was obvious. He ran his hand through his hair again, making it even more messy than it had been earlier, which was a pain as he had actually tried to make it look decent today and had put some semblance of effort into it. He watched her as she seemed to run this through her mind and realised his mother had probably been right to hide him. If she had told Rikki about him and his family there was no idea what their reaction would have been. Heck she was reluctant to believe it and he was stood right here in front of her.

Seeing how she was in the free court Dorian had assumed that she wouldn't have an issue with it. He dropped his head lightly and tried to ignore her stress. He had spent the last 12 years training himself so he could avenge his fathers murder, only to be cause up in a plot to over throw all the courts and then landed smack in the lap of his only remaining family... who blatantly was not happy with this outcome. He hated it but his mother was right. This likely would not end well and he would probably end up back on the Luce's door in the next half hour. He glanced over to his coat and tried to remember to bring the device Damon had given him.

Albeit he had no idea how to use it, he'd basically been living under a rock for the last 12 years, things where baffling him at every turn but he tended to master them quickly. The iPhone however... was a demon device... its like it knew he wasn't technologically savy and hated him for it...

“Look, I don’t know who you are or why you’re doing this, but stop. Now. It’s not funny, it’s sick. My brother died. He didn’t have a son, he would have told me. He couldn’t have had a son! He Mated with a sodding Vampyre! He was killed for it! It’s not possible! You can’t Mate more than once!”

Mated with a vampyre? Perhaps his mother had been wrong... but then she had said that she had had an Acqua elemental to sever her connection to Rikki as soon as she had found herself pregnant with him. Elementals tended to put their children before anything, and even though Rikki was probably her mate his family or the court would of tried to have her killed her something equally as clever. The vampyre thing didn't make any sense... but then Dorian really did not understand how all of this worked out, if he had then Rikki really had a tendency not to do things the easy way. His mother had been bad enough being an Elemental but a vampyre? Heck that was a whole new level of bad.
“I don't know much about the mating thing, but my mother ran away from him and had an Acqua with the ability to manipulate ties cut the one between her and Rikki. She was too scared over what the court would do to him or myself if they found out he had gotten and Elemental pregnant.”

Dorian glanced at the door in confusion when she locked it, his shield automatically clicking into place even though he didn't even realise it. The light around him rippled slightly as he stood up to go and get the box, he was actually pretty sure there was a photo of her in there some where. Rikki had brought Tara a lot of photo's when they where together, she had a thing for scrap booking and writing. Something Dorian was actually happy about right now, heck there might be something in the box that would convince her that he was actually Rikki's son.

He didn't know why but he really felt the need for her to accept him, even though she obviously didn't. She didn't even want to believe that she was related to him... he knew that cats where not exactly a fan of Elementals but she was in the Fallen... it didn't make any sense to him. “When I was 11 I managed to convince my mother to try and find Rikki again, which was when I found out he was dead..” Dorian had to breath past the spike of rage before it was gone again, he was used to doing that. Nothing really got him mad but thinking about his father and that he was killed by the people who where supposed to be looking out for him broke through the 15 years of nullified emotions.

He turned back to her box in hand and put it on the counter again, grabbing a stack of loose pictures at the bottom and flicking through them until he came up with one of Rikki and Roxi together. It was a copy of a picture and not a very good one but it was obvious who was in it. He bet if he looked around a little he'd find it in her house or something. “She loved to scrapbook, Rikki apparently found it amusing and bought her photo's to add to it, I knew you where familiar.” He put the picture on the side for her, not really wanting to try and hand it to her lest she not take it or something. Dorian wasn't sure why but he didn't know if he could take that. “And I'm not making this up. His death was what put me with the Ripti..” Dorian frowned as he was about to say that. What was it about this woman that seemed to cause him to spill secrets he was now allowed to share. He doubted she knew who the RipTide where, only people associated with the military knew that.

“Nevermind.” He sighed some what in defeat and grabbed his jacket, fishing the phone out and glaring at it in disdain. Not he just had to work out how to make if call Damon so he could come pick him up. Maybe they could find a person who wouldn't mind putting him up. He pulled the phone out, which by the way was in a sock. Seriously. A sock. He had been away from technology for 12 years and in that time people had begun putting things into socks. “I'll understand if you don't want me here, that was pretty much the reason why my Mother never told anyone about my father in the first place..” What he said might have been considered a little cold of callous but he didn't say it with the spite you would expect for such a statement. He merely spoke it. Just as he would ask where is the bathroom. He took his attention away from her and glance at his phone in confusion.. trying to remember how to unlock it....

[Roxanne O'Hara]

As Roxi paced, she felt confusion from Dorian and it was enough to stop her in her tracks. Emotion. She could feel something off him. It was only slight, but it was there all the same; he wasn’t a black hole for emotion anymore. Well, not entirely anyway.

Under the confusion she could feel the anger and the hurt. She didn’t know what it was aimed at, but it made her mentally cringe. This boy seriously believed that she was his family, his only family, and she was shouting at him and all but calling him delusional.

Well, he is crazy, dammit! Rikki Mated with a Vampyre! You cannot Mate more than once. You just can’t.

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But that photo ...

Photoshop ... You can do anything with photos now, you know that. Ethan’s been trying to teach you how to. You might not be able to do it, but other people can.[/color]

But you can’t age it ... You can’t do that, surely? And the fold along the centre, that can’t be faked. It had to be real, but that didn’t explain how he could have Mated more than once. That just wasn’t possible.

“I don't know much about the mating thing, but my mother ran away from him and had an Acqua with the ability to manipulate ties cut the one between her and Rikki. She was too scared over what the court would do to him or myself if they found out he had gotten and Elemental pregnant.”

Maybe that could explain it ... If the link had been severed, maybe the magick linked him to someone else? Maybe the Fates had a loop hole in the whole Mating thing? Maybe they’d given him a second chance at happiness with someone else?

Oh come on! That doesn’t even make sense! If it happened like that, they wouldn’t have given him a sodding Vampyre! And besides, who would that harpy of a Vampyre have been Mated to if things had gone right with the first Mating? No one. That doesn’t work. You know it. He’s deluded, get rid of him.[/color]

She looked up at him from by the front door, seeing the confusion flicker across his eyes before the air shimmered around him. She instantly went on the defensive, throwing her shields up around her before she had chance to recognise what he was doing. He’d thrown his shields up too. He felt threatened.

She fought the uncontrollable urge to laugh. Even with finding her Life Mate, she didn’t really have a hugely offensive weapon. Okay, the heat-slash-fire manipulation thing that she had going was pretty scary, but she didn’t actually know how to use it properly just yet. She hadn’t had chance to do any decent training with Loki for it yet and she knew she’d have to do a lot before she was actually able to use it effectively.

She leant up against the door and watched him as he walked back to the coffee table and searched through a box he’d left there. She frowned at it as she realised that was the only thing she’d seen him bring in. Where were his clothes, his books and DVD’s and whatever? Was there someone waiting downstairs with them, making sure that they got on alright before he actually moved his stuff in? Or – she blinked to hide her distress as the thought ran through her mind – was that all he had?

“She loved to scrapbook, Rikki apparently found it amusing and bought her photo's to add to it, I knew you where familiar.” She hesitantly took the photo he offered to her and looked down at it. Hand flying to her mouth, she stifled a whimper as she saw her brother and her arm in arm, laughing at her father who was struggling to work the camera they got him for his birthday. Her eyes flicked to the mantelpiece where an exact copy stood among a cluster of other photos. They’d both had a copy, given to them both as parts of their birthday’s a few days later. It was only good luck that had enabled them both to have one; the film had somehow spontaneously combusted when her father had tried to get another copy done for her mother.

“And I'm not making this up. His death was what put me with the Ripti.. Never mind”

She heard the hesitation in his voice but didn’t understand it. Before she could ask, however, he grabbed his coat and pulled out his iPhone. She only recognised it because Ethan had given her one a few weeks ago. The thing had become the bane of her life; it was ridiculously complicated and it didn’t help that Ethan kept adding applications to it.

“I'll understand if you don't want me here, that was pretty much the reason why my Mother never told anyone about my father in the first place..”

Roxi looked up at him, feeling incredibly ... she didn’t know what exactly. But she couldn’t let him walk out of here, especially when he looked so lost looking at his phone. She knew that look, she’d worn it enough times. He was family, she couldn’t let him leave. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, after all. He was alone.

“You can stay. You’re ... family.”[/color] She hesitated on the word, still not quite able to believe it. She hated the thought that she’d had family out there that she hadn’t known about, hated to think that someone had had to grieve over the loss of her family alone when she was there. She’d had a hard enough time dealing with it and she’d had the Andvari’s to help her through it. She had to make it up to him somehow, he deserved that at least.

You’ll regret this ...[/color]

Thinking about how Loki could react to her having a new, “real” relative, she thought she just might.
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[Dorian Morgan]

Dorian glared at his phone for another minute and then at the sock, he really didn't like the idea of putting it back in a sock. Nor the fact his sock was pure white.. seriously, was that supposed to be because he was a Luce and a light elemental or something? It was probably Damon's idea. It had been his idea for him to get a phone in the first place just in case he needed to contact some one or something. Kind of ignoring the fact however that he had no idea how to use it, so there for couldn't call some one if he ever had the need. Heck he couldn't unlock it.

Whilst he was still trying to unlock it she spoke again, hesitating slightly. He tilted his head a little confused. He had been expecting the next thing out of her mouth to be go away and go back to the Luce or something similar and probably less... weird.

“You can stay. You’re ... family.”

Dorian was still a little baffled on her reluctance to see him as family but he did understand it in a way. If some one had told him a few years a go that he had family members in the moon lit court he doubted he would have been very impressed. He had kinda lost his search for family along the way and it had just become about training continuously. Although he had to admit that when he was training the amount he had been his abilities didn't just pop out on random occasion and he rarely seemed to bleed power they way he did now. In fact he probably should tell her that his wings had a tendency to pop out now and then, although he figured he had dropped enough startling news of her today already so it might not be the best course of action.

As he was about the speak he saw the light around him shimmer and realised his shields where still up. He frowned at the air in front of him and with a small flash of pure white light they flashed away, the familiar build up of power returning into him as it did.

“Thank you.” He did his best to offer a smile as he was sure Damon had made him write that down at some point but he generally failed at in. Instead grabbing the box and making his way back over to the tea cakes. His mind finally setting back into its familiar patterns without emotions that he didn't quite know what to do with bothering him for a change since he had gotten here.

He put the picture of his mother and Rikki back in the box but left it open and she was still holding the photo of herself and Rikki. Sitting himself back down onto one of the chairs and grabbing a tea cake as his stomach reminded him again that he had skipped out of breakfast. Although even with the ones she had put on the side thanks to the incident with the knife there where still way to many there for him. Dorian had a tendency to eat small amounts but quite often, his metabolism was annoyingly fast and he generally ate every two hours.

“I'm sorry I didn't get in touch with you sooner, my mother was told there was no one left at all.” Dorian tore apart the tea cake before eating it bit by bit. He was not a huge fan of eating large amounts he tended to pick on food and not matter how many times Damon slapped him on the back of the head for doing it and how many time he told him he wasn't being healthy or all of that stuff he doubted he would change his ways when it came down to that. He had actually learnt how to predict him doing that and he had worked out the best time to raise his shields for his hand to bounce of before it even came close to his head.

Dorian suddenly realised that she had probably been told as little as he had about him. Typical Luce when it came down to it, it was something he had realised after spending some time with the RipTide. They might not be amazing but they didn't play as much political bull crap as every one seemed to do now he was out. But then they had been doing a lot of thing he had been oblivious to the entire time. The guys from the courts had been disappointed when Dorian had been unable to give them a play by play of their plans and what ever. Nothing like an information retrieval guy to make you feel useless. “I'm gonna take a shot in the dark here and guess the Luce didn't really tell you much about me?”

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