#blissfully-ignorant-kyle

[graysonbianchi]

Today was Valentines' Day and as any normal young girl, Olivia had insisted to enjoy it. While Stephen seemed to be amused by it, Casper and Grayson didn't exactly agree with it. Being in agreement with his own brother seemed to be a rare moment, but there was no way that Grayson was going to let Olivia go alone. If she had to go somewhere, he'd be her bodyguard for the night. What he didn't know was that Olivia already had plans with Kyle. At the mall, she had invited the blonde to come to a double date with her and after so many days insisting about this, it seemed that at least she was able to convince her to come along with her. The two words 'double date' weren't mentioned again as Olivia didn't want Kyle to say no to her in the end, but that didn't mean that she couldn't try to find a good date for one of her closest friends. It was Valentines' after all. What she didn't expect was for Grayson to tag along. Inviting Alaric for Valentines' had crossed her mind, but the young woman didn't have the courage to do it. So instead of being bold, she had decided to play the safe card by inviting a friend of a friend. That guy was studying business, so maybe Grayson would end up sympathizing with him. Or at least that was what she was hoping for. For Kyle, he had asked her date to bring his oldest cousin since he was a year older than Kyle. Olivia wasn't even worried with Grayson, because maybe she would find someone for him at the bar and they could have a triple date instead of a double date. The 'how to run away from your scary brother before he eats your future boyfriend' plan was rolling and her fingers were crossed for everyhing to go smooth. Unfortunately that wasn't the case when her date's cousin cancelled on them only when they arrived at the bar. "Who are you looking for?" Grayson asked his sister as her eyes wandered around the place, trying to find someone. Olivia didn't even answer him as she started to wave at someone. His eyes followed the direction of her wave and he frowned when he saw Kyle. What was she doing here? "Kyle!" Olivia called for her so loud that a few people turned their attention to them.

[graysonbianchi]

{ text to Kyle; 11pm }

Grayson: Hey. I'm collecting free drinks at the moment. Do you think ten are enough for you?

[graysonbianchi]

Bloody and Dying • Grayson/Kyle

Damn it. Accepting without questioning his father's request to save his brother's ass was the biggest mistake of his day. It was Casper's fault. If his foolish brother didn't come to downtown to piss off a couple of witches, this wouldn't be happening. To be honest, Grayson didn't even know what kind of business he had with these people but he really didn't care about it. This problem was something that only concerned their father, because there is no way that Marcus Bianchi was going to approve that one of his children coexisted with the 'abacadaba' creatures. Grayson was obviously going to tell his father as soon as he found a way to take the silver bullet from his shoulder. His hard features twisted in pain before his steps came to an abrupt stop as he rested his hand on a trunk of a tree, trying to not stumble on the broken branches on the ground as he leaned against the tree, trying to obtain some stability. His usual sharp vision was getting blurred on the corners of his green eyes. Closing his eyelids as he took a deep breath through his nose, his grip on the roughened surface tightened only a tad when he felt his last strengths leaving his body slowly. Keep moving, Grayson. His inner voice reminded him before he suddenly opened his eyes again as he raised his head to took a careful look around the woods. It seemed like the young man was close to the outskirts of the forest. This was still downtown, probably outside downtown. It made perfect sense, since this was one of Casper's favorite places for private meetings. When he got here, his brother was already on the floor with a gun pointed to his heart. There wasn't much time to think, so Grayson got in the middle of the confusion, only having time to grab his middle brother and ran away with him as fast as his legs could run. Casper was slightly slower than him. This forced him to slow down his pace, giving a strong advantage to their opponents to catch up with them. Run away from here. It was the only words that escaped Grayson's mouth as he turned to look at Casper, who didn't think twice in leaving the woods, not looking back at his brother, not even once. No hard feelings. This was what he was supposed to do. Sacrifice himself for the his own family.

Several moments after and a couple of deep scratches on his torso later, Grayson was already feeling exhausted. There was still some hope in him that his father and his family would arrive in time to save him. Just like a pack should do. The young man had fought with all his strength, hurting some of his adversaries, realizing that some of them were actually hunters. A couple of them were on the ground already, so he took that chance to run off again, knowing that if he stayed adversaries, he'd die for sure. That's when the silver bullet came. One of the opponents, who was on the floor and closer to him, pointed the gun to him and shot determinately. The bullet pierced his shoulder and he could swear that he heard the flesh breaking throught to accommodate the piece of metal. A piercing scream escaped from the back of his throat as he felt his whole body burning from inside out. However, the young man didn't stop. Grayson ran until he was far away from them, only pausing this time as he tried to focus his eyes on the road between the trunks of the trees. His throat was so dry. It almost felt like he hadn't drank water for a long time. His feet started to drag across the uneven pavement as he started to walk once again, this time toward the outskirts of the forest. A drop of cold sweat ran down the side of his forehead and his arms reached for the first tree he could find, hoping that there was one because if there wasn't, Grayson was going to fall on the floor. Not putting too much thought into it, his hands luckily found a tree, holding it tightly for some support before  his legs gave out and he slumped to the ground.

[graysonbianchi]

See you next wednesday. Don't forget my race this weekend. *He said out loud as one of his personal trainers walked past him to the small bar of the gym. With a quiet mumble like 'never', Grayson grinned lightly as the young man walked out of the gym's building, holding his training bag with only a hand as he crossed the street to the other side. When he takes the morning off to go to the gym, Grayson usually grabs lunch at one of those take-away's down the street. His mother had asked him to home earlier but since he needed to practice for his next race, that was happening in a few  of days, he had decided that he was going to grab lunch, perhaps go for a walk to catch some fresh air and then leave to the car track. It was easier and he would lose less time than go back and forth. As he arrived at the take away store, Grayson opened the door with his elbow, pushing it open. There weren't a lot of people inside and since it was already late to be actually 'lunch time', he knew that he wouldn't take too long to get his food and leave. Walking over to pick up one of the containers, he started to choose his food. It was self-service, so it was easy to decide what he really wanted to eat. Perhaps some pasta. The young man would need to recover some of his strength to be able to have an effective practice this evening. He walked over to the pasta's section, grabbing a spoon to take how much Grayson wanted to eat before he placed it down into the container, continuing to walk to the next section.*