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He cared about them all, he really did. Everyone that came to him and everyone he made, they meant something to him but they were not his Bean. When she says she tripped he looks mortified for a moment before wrapping his arms around her to hold onto her. If he’d lost her too, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself. She wasn’t exactly a replacement for her, he hadn’t meant her to be one, but when he saw her starving on the streets he thought of her. She’d want him to save this poor being, this other little Bean. “You’re alive, Bean, that’s what matters. I’ll call her just in case, but I’m going to rip them to shreds for killing our family.”

Bran wipes the corner of her mouth before reaching into the freezer to get her four more bags. Bran hands them to her and tells her to hold them before he lifts her up and proceeds to carry her upstairs to her room. Bran whispers as he walks to be easy on her ears, “You need to drink all of them in order to heal. Don’t worry about the rest. They’ll sleep easy now, and I hear Hell isn’t so bad.”

When he reaches her room, Bran sets her on the bed and sits next to her to watch her eat. Sometimes he wasn’t sure she actually did it; she looked paler than the others.

toothxd

Bran was the closest thing to a dad she'd ever had. He was kind to her, and gentle. He held her when she asked, and even when she didn't know how to. Somehow, he just knew. She would never be able to repay her debt to him. Maybe it wasn't the life she'd imagined, but it was better than any she'd known. She loved him.

"Still, I'm sorry," she whispers, playing with his fingers as she sips from one of the bags he gives her. Small sips now, her desperation gone. She didn't like eating. Sometimes she gave her half eaten bags to Ethan. He never told on her. Now he was gone. Setting the bag down for a moment, she leans up to kiss his bearded cheek. It's a lingering kiss, more like a nuzzle. "I know you loved them, even if you won't admit it big guy."

Leaning back against her pillows, she resumes eating as she looks into his eyes with utter trust and adoration.

#t; it's the end of the world as we know it

hybridthxory

Some vampires believed feelings were an unnecessary weakness. Bran thought the same thousands of years ago when he was a child. He thought he didn’t love anyone then and never really would. When he killed his father, he realized during that moment that he did love someone. The pain was real and vampires were idiots for denying this simple fact. Sure, the others could try to pretend it was only because Bran wasn’t exactly “dead” like they were. His heart beat, he could be set on fire, he could walk in the sun without losing any power, and he was something almost entirely new; he baffled them.

Maybe he only picked this girl because he was bored, but she meant something to him. Her voice was so loud in his ears like she was standing in the same room. It took him seconds to reach her and when he did he scooped her up and rushed her to the basement for blood. Right now, she needed to eat before she could tell him what happened and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Bran shushed her and put his forehead to hers before setting her down on one of the freezers, “You need to drink, little Bean.”

toothxd

The sense of relief that floods her is entirely brought on by the way he holds her close. Sighing, she lets her body go limp. She's safe now, she's home. The only home she's ever known was with Bran. She still doesn't know why he turned her, or at least she doesn't understand it. If he wanted someone to keep him company, why choose a starving teenager that'd been on the streets since they were eight?

When he presses his forehead to hers, she tries to reach up and pat his cheek to reassure him. Her hand only twitches, not enough strength in her to even do something simple as that. She can't even argue when he presses a bag to her lips. It takes less than a second for her fangs to emerge, breaking out of her gums like she hasn't eaten in days. It takes a couple gulps until she's strong enough to hold his hand. She never liked to drink, it always made her feel too wild. Too unrestrained. When she was hungry like this, she needed someone to ground her.

"Y-" she starts before choking, some of the blood she swallowed hitting the floor with enough force to make a sound. It takes a few coughs to clear her throat. "You need to call Pandora." She can still smell them, the creatures that ran her and the rest of their coven down. Their gray, wrinkled skin stretched tight over monstrous figures. "They found us in that alley behind the bar," her voice quickens, growing urgent as she sits up and grabs his shirt. "They killed everyone, Bran. I tripped, I was behind and I tripped-" It was her fault. Slowly, she lets go of him and looks away. He wouldn't want her around now that she lost him a third of his coven.

#t; it's the end of the world as we know it

jordangavaris

– I N H E R I T A N C E

#;musings #face

Every surface is slick, as if goading death and encouraging it to drag them all to hell. She is at the back of the pack, the monsters on her heels. Which is funny, because who the hell is she to be calling someone else a monster? Screaming, her foot catches in the cracks on the sidewalk and her body goes hurtling forward. Someone has the sense to turn around, to realize Bran's most prized family member is seconds from being torn apart. She watches Ethan curse, spin fast on his heel and launch himself at the monster closest to her. He's going to die, they're all going to die.

The scratch in her side is deep enough to puncture an organ, she's sure of it. Still she stumbles through the forest towards her home, leaving the monsters and the bloody mess of her kin behind. They died protecting her, and she wouldn't let that be in vain. Holding her insides in with one hand, she shoves the castle door in with her other.