The House On The Mountain

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"I'd just prefer it if he didn't yell at Lucy, to be honest. I get that he's not some weird teenager anymore, but fuck, he doesn't need to be an asshole, does he?" Matty sighed, though the initial edge of confusion in his tone faded at the sight of panicked tears. He was far from being a horrible person, and he would often jump to help anyone in tears, especially when that person was Louise, who hadn't hurt a fly. Well, as far as Matty was aware - he was blissfully oblivious to the murders she and Cameron had committed.

"Look, have a seat, okay? There's some cheesecake left over from last night, Rudie brings home spare cakes the whole time, it's both a blessing and a curse," he laughed, wandering dutifully to the fridge whilst smiling across at his girlfriend. "Do you want some, too? Rudie won't mind, she's always far too busy with Axel to notice anything these days."
 
"Honey, I'm good, really," Lucy assured, as she carefully rubbed her stomach, that of which had become a stress relief. Offering Louise a smile, despite knowing the girl wouldn't care, she eventually closed her eyes with a sigh

"That's, uh... That's very nice, thank you," whispered Louise, as she ran her fingers along the marble table. "I'm sorry to be a burden, we both are. We're just desperate for somewhere warm to stay for awhile. This is good! T-This is good, yeah, I get to meet you all formerly."
 
"Hm? Oh, it's definitely great to have you guys back, you know? I never really had time to get to know you before. You were just the girl Cameron fancied, and he seemed so utterly hopeless with flirting, I didn't expect you to still be around him, eight years on-- but I'm glad, really. You're sweet; he's clearly in love with you." Matty beamed as he sunk to his seat opposite and graciously offered the cheesecake across to the girl. He may be slightly curious as to why Cameron was acting like he was, but the demon was definitely oblivious when it came to Louise, having decided automatically that he liked her a lot, especially compared to Cameron at the moment. "When he calms down and comes back, we can hopefully talk more-- not about dark stuff. About normal stuff, I guess. You guys are family, after all."

And, despite having held high hopes for the reunion he felt Lucy especially deserved, after years of worrying about Cameron, the younger brother hadn't arrived back until well past midnight when the inhabitants of the beach-side home were all asleep, though he had specifically chosen to wait out to avoid them all. The first place he went was, of course, to Louise, slipping quietly into bed beside her once finding the spare room they had been granted and, in an effort to ease the anger she probably had, wrapped his arms around her from behind with a tentative kiss to the back of her neck.

"Don't be pissed at me," he breathed slowly, biting his bottom lip with a tired groan... whilst attempting to wipe the blood from his mouth. Sure, Louise was blind and couldn't see the splattering of blood on him... but she could still smell it, especially now she was a vampire. "A) I was hungry anyway and, B) I can't stand my so-called family. They irritate me, and I... needed some fresh air, that's all."​
 
Having been awake for the past hours simply listening to the TV, the flat line considered to be her lips immediately dipped into a frown when hearing Cameron. Folding her arms slowly, she offered a sharp huff before wearily easing back in the bed. After all, while she did enjoy the talk with Cameron's family, she did not appreciate being left alone in a new environment for hours. Having been given proper pajamas from Lucy, she easily shimmied further into the blanket.

"I'm hungry too, but you didn't see me storm off into the night, leaving you with complete strangers. I really don't see why you hate them so much, Cameron, they seem nice. Matty got you some pajamas, I put them on the floor by the bed. I'm absolutely exhausted, so... I'm going to bed."
 
"You know full well why I hate them, Lou, don't pull that one on me. They've always pitied and patronised me, treated me like some dirt at the bottom of their shoe-- if you didn't think that, you wouldn't have agreed to come with me and eventually steal all their fucking savings, would you? Don't... go soft on me, alright? We agreed we'd come here, take their valuables and then leave," he muttered sharply once hearing her monotonous reply, grumpily leaving the bed to obligingly change into the fresh pyjamas, both for comfort and to get out of his blood-stained clothes, that of which he knew he would have to burn. He couldn't exactly hand them back to Maxx, when they were practically ruined. His family all openly drank blood, but none of them injured people for it... and he didn't really want to come under suspicion for his parents' deaths because he just so happened to prefer feeding differently.

"...I bet they think you're a perfect angel, huh? You play that act really well. The whole 'butter wouldn't melt' facade, Lou. Let's not forget you slit your father's throat, okay? Mind you, I'm grateful - I'd have had my brains splattered on the wall if you hadn't," continued Cameron exasperatedly, attempting to ease the mood with flirtation as he slipped back into bed beside her and immediately pressed in close with a low purr. He was still socially awkward, utterly useless at conversation and still as clumsy as ever, but he could be effortlessly flirtatious and sexual if he wanted to be. The two may not have had sex yet, through a choice of wanting to be gentlemanly and do things 'right', but he still made damn sure she felt loved and appreciated. "Hey, cheer up, okay? I won't go leaving you in future, I just... needed to get out before I broke my sister's neck in anger."​
 
"I killed him to save you, you understand that, right?" She murmured bitterly, whilst physically moving to face the other. "I told you that I wanted to get to know your family, I said that the very first day I met you. I hope you realize that, even if you don't like your family, that doesn't mean we don't need them. What if something happens? What if we run out of money, or get hurt? We have no one but each other, and that doesn't help if we've both got our hands tied. Listen, we said we'd stay a week, right? So let's just try and enjoy it. I'm going to act nice, and I sure as heck hope you do too. For all you know, they might have changed, hm?"

As she said this, Louise somewhat reluctantly leaned in to nestle against her boyfriend, if only for that much deserved affectionate. She, after all, relied heavily on touch, so to have a boyfriend who was so willing to cooperate with her needs? It was, obviously, quite pleasant.
 
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"You are kidding, aren't you? Enjoy myself? They haven't changed a bit, Lou. Lucy popped out a few tears, sure, but I'm sure she'll just go back to patronising me and treating me badly in a day or two. You don't know her-- I don't know why I have to spend so much time with them. We're here for money; not to play happy families. I... I don't know why you want to know them. We're immortal, you could come here in a decade to socialise with them without me. Money's our priority right now, I want to treat you and take you nice places. My parents were loaded at one point. If my mother hadn't squandered all her money on alcohol, I'd have a decent inheritance for us both," he admitted wearily, seizing the opportunity to cuddle closer when she seemed to recuperate the affection, but the topic of his mother did make his expression temporarily falter. He did harbour a lot of anger and hatred for the woman, even now, blaming her for everything currently wrong in his life, and her death hadn't really brought much comfort.

"...Whatever. I'm not gonna let them get inbetween us, okay? I still want to marry you within the year-- I'll do the proper proposal thing, and I'll get you a nice ring and stuff," he awkwardly babbled - something far more characteristic of his personality, at least. "Diamond-- or sapphire, I mean... I would give you one of my Mom's rings we stole, but that'd be pretty morbid and macabre, huh?"​
 
"I wouldn't mind, Cam, I can't see the thing. I know that, no matter what you get- whether its from your mother or otherwise- I'll still love it... Will you at least invite your family to the wedding? Mine won't show up, obviously, a-aha... so we should at least get to know them enough to be able to have them come. Think of it this way; we'll be getting free stuff, as wedding gifts! I'd love a Keurig, Lucy said she had one and they make pretty good coffee."

As she, herself, babbled on in excitement at the prospect of the marriage, she absently ran her fingers through her black locks, smiling wide all the while. "It'll be fun, I promise. Hey, let me do some of the interactions, then, huh? As long as you're there, I don't mind.'
 
"I don't understand why you're so insistent on this, Lou. I don't... want to be around them! Like hell do I want them at our wedding. Lucy isn't an idiot. I'm not a good actor, she'll get suspicious-- she practically single-handedly raised me. My parents were pretty shut, upon reflection. Lucy knows me, and I don't really fancy being confronted by her if she starts to realise something's up with our story or my behaviour," he huffed with another roll of his eyes, somewhat thankful she was immune to the changing emotional expressions of pure irritation at the issue. Her persistence to be around his family when he clearly hated them with a passion was hard to stomach, because he didn't want to upset her at all... but he also thought sticking around was a terrible idea.

"You talk to them, do what you want. I thought we were on the same page, you know. I... thought we understood each other, Lou. I don't want to keep in contact with them, end of discussion. Families are useless. I don't see why I have to love these people-- I love you, I'd rather spend my time alone with you," he protested weakly, pouting to himself as he pressed in a little closer, while running his own fingers lightly in her hair. "I... want to get married, have kids, the whole shebang, but not if you're gonna continue with this fucking stupid fantasy of bonding with my shit family, okay?"​
 
"Watch the language..." Louise whispered, whilst moving to comfortingly take Cameron's cheek once hearing his anger steadily grow. "Sweetheart, you know that I want nothing more than to find a nice home, somewhere nice- the ocean would be ideal, just... not this one, I suppose. It sounds beautiful, you know? I want to be able to have children and rebuild your family name, but that doesn't mean that we can do everything alone. Yes, one instance of stealing or something is important, but what if one of us dies? You know I can't be left alone, nor can you. We don't need to come over every weekend for a potluck, but you shouldn't go out of your way to break them from our contacts."
 
"...If you died, I could do fine by myself, Louise. I'm not a scrawny fourteen-year-old, dependent on my mother. I... I'd be heartbroken, but I'd cope. I don't need my family," he continued to passionately protest, only to reluctantly retreat at her kind -and sensible- words and tender touches, leading him to eventually sigh and peck her lips in gratitude. Her ability to calm him down was something he still marvelled at, knowing that, without it, he would probably have done a lot worse in life.

"Fine, but if Lucy provokes me, I can't promise I'll stay calm. She irritates me. Her happy, perfect little life angers me. She moans that I never visited-- she could have come to see us if she cared that badly, but no, she's just a spoilt bitch-- sorry," he quickly sighed, apologising for the cussing now he had been gently chastised for it. "I just... I'm so angry, Louise-- I'm fine, promise. I'm not going to run off, I just... want to sleep, really."​
 
Offering a comforting smile, she offered a nod of acceptance as she made her way to scoot further into the covers. After all, she didn't enjoy anything more than being entwined with Cameron, warm and cozy. They may be waiting for marriage, but to Louise? The close embrace was content enough for her to make it through. It was more intimate, in her mind, than just senseless sex.
 
Waiting until she had fallen asleep before he dared to sleep himself, the same could be said for Cameron. Nothing was better than cuddling with Louise and simply being able to be with her, after having fawned over the girl since he was a child and having to listen to his mother tell him as he grew up that he 'didn't stand a chance' and didn't 'need anyone else' beside her. However, despite the fact being Louise's boyfriend was pretty much heaven, he didn't really see why they had to wait. He accepted it, and would happily wait decades if that was what she desired... but eight years, in his eyes, was long enough to prove that they were in love and soulmates. Waiting for a wedding that could theoretically take another eight years to come to fruition, as romantic as it would then be, was just unnecessarily preventing them being together as a couple, properly.

Which was why Matty and Lucy irritated him more than the rest of his family. He hated all of them, he didn't have any real exceptions, but since he had arrived, he had seen just how flirtatious the couple were with one another. By morning, as he sleepily wandered to the kitchen to fetch Louise some tea for when she awoke, that hatred only made itself apparent again when spotting the two having a particularly heavy makeout session... one he made an unsubtle scoff at, and allowed a scowl to grow as a result of it.

"It's literally only nine o'clock," he mumbled finally in an effort to at least speak to them - something he hadn't really done the previous day. Opening the fridge to fetch the milk out, the younger vampire cast his sister a glance before rolling his eyes. "It's making me feel nauseous, seeing this so early on. Couldn't you keep it in the bedroom, in private? Nobody should have to witness something so disgusting, have some decency Lucy."​
 
Reluctantly pulling away, Lucy offered a much less serious pout as she absently rubbed Matty's back. "Oi, looks like you woke up on the wrong side of the bed . Look, there's nothing wrong with showing affection to your babe. If you wanted to make out with Louise here, too, I'd have no qualms with it- to be honest, you two should have a nice walk on the beach."
 
"Or you could avoid giving me advice on my relationship and keep your nose out of my business? I mean, I'd appreciate that, sis, I'd appreciate it a lot. I think you have more pressing matters than my relationship-- though I guarantee we wouldn't stoop so low as to act like sluts. Though, Matty's an incubus, right? I guess it's hard not to act like a whore," he countered quietly as he flicked on the kettle and turned his back to the two, if only to let a smirk grow at the insults... even if he subsequently avoided seeing the genuinely stunned and startled expression that Matty was smacked with as a result.

"Anyway," continued Cameron with a sweet smile over his bare shoulder, having taken his shirt off in the night. "Louise and I are just fine. We don't need to make out to show our love for one another. We're perfectly content in waiting until we're married-- unlike you guys. You just couldn't wait that long, clearly... Oh well. Mom taught me right from wrong. If you were less of a bitch, Mom would have loved you too, Lucy."​
 
Growing silent, Lucy peered over at Matty in genuine shock. To hear her brother say such unnecessarily mean words was something she certainly wasn't expecting. Unhinging her jaw, she held back the urge to snap at Cameron and instead offered a forced smile as she politely adjusted her shirt, to cover her stomach.

"I see. Does Louise know you speak so crudely? She certainly was pretty stern on the whole swearing thing- hell, she nearly started to cry when I said fuck. Maybe I'll tell her..."
 
"Don't tell her. You tell her anything, and I really won't be happy-- she admires you, for some reason. I'm sure you tattling to her will ruin whatever admiration she somehow has for you, so just... for once, keep your big mouth shut," he suggested exasperatedly, cringing to himself at realising that he had just lost his composure, especially after the long chat he had had with Louise about it the previous day.

"I'm sorry, okay?" He subsequently apologised. He wanted to do anything but, but he realised it was the only thing he could do to try and get things back on track. "I'm tired, stressed, and... I dunno, things are just playing on my mind, alright? So I'm sorry, I didn't mean any of it, I guess."​
 
"Sure you did," she mutter flatly, before slowly getting to her feet with a grimace. Shooting a glare towards the man, she began to easily trudge towards her bedroom, her anger radiating with a prominent aura.

"Matt, can you help me with the shower? I can't bend over and turn the water on and whatnot- though, I'm sure Cameron thinks it's because I'm lazy, huh?"
 
"I said I'm sorry, didn't I? I think that's enough-- you've been awful to me, Lucy. When I was a kid, you were always shoving me away and being a bitch, and never apologised, so... don't be a hypocrite, alright? I said sorry, I think that's enough for you to accept and move on. It's been eight years, I don't want to start arguing," he weakly attempted, even if he really didn't have the passion in his voice. He lacked any real conviction to make things better than they were, even if he knew that he had to at least try, for Louise's sake.

Though, understandably, Matty quietly motioned his girlfriend out without paying anymore notice to Cameron stood awkwardly at the side, waiting until he figured the boy was out of earshot before letting a tired chuckle out. "Your brother's fucked up, you know that, right? I tried being kind to the kid, and he calls me a whore? I mean... if he wanted to insult me, he could have been more creative."​
 
"... Cameron's been through a lot. He had to watch mom and dad die, and... and you knew how close he was to my mother. I know he's being a little brat, but I'm sort of glad he's finally standing up for himself at the least. Just... be patient with him? Maybe he'll warm up once realizing that I've changed, you know? Having the baby can be pretty humbling, I guess- maybe he'll realize that, if Louise ever gets pregnant." She muttered, whilst forcing back her urge to cry. After all, she absolutely adored her brother, despite their strange relationship
 
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