Home sweet home (Patrick)

[Mary Griffith]

She wasn’t sure how she could stand being in school. There were so many humans there and the smell was driving her crazy. Mary was never as strong as the other ones in her family. Look at Patrick, he was able to cure sick humans and never get the desire to feed from them. She couldn’t do that. She wanted to attack some of the humans at school and she was terrified of the other vampires. She thought they might attack her if they knew how weak she was. That was why she tended to stay as far away from them as possible. All this was new to her. She hadn’t been in school in decades, close to a century.

Patrick said that she could come home and talk to him, but she might just decide to stay there for a few days. Maybe lock herself up in her room and not come out for awhile, until she learned to control the desire to kill a human. She wasn’t sure if she could ever do that though. It was just so strong. Mary locked herself in her dorm and sat down in the corner. This was safer until she could go home. There were cla*ses going on and in no way would she be able to leave with cla*ses going on. A teacher might find her and force her to go.

Finally, the last cla*s ended. She knew because she heard people trying to get into the dorm. Mary unlocked the door and flew from the common room, quickly. It wasn’t so fast that people couldn’t see her though. She made her way through the castle at a fast pace. She wasn’t going to start running with her true speed until she was outside the front gate. Until then, she would run at a fast but comfortable pace. Mary hoped that Father was at the house already. The sooner that they could talk the better.

She reached the Devol Spa in record time. “Father,” she said when she walked in. She knew that he would be able to hear her, despite how big this place is. Mary walked to her room and curled up in her favorite chair and waited.

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[Patrick Samson Devol]

Patrick crouched in front of a small refrigerator in his office. It was stored with blood, but this wasn’t ordinary animal blood. When he was at work, he got into the morgue and managed to get some blood from the cadavers there. He kept it for the times when his family got a thirst of human blood. From time to time, even he got that thirst. It was natural, but he taught his family to control the thirst as much as possible and it never consumed their whole life. He was going to give Mary some vials, as he was sure that that was what was going on with her. He was glad that she had decided to come to him.

When he heard Mary calling for him, he left his office, taken the vials with him and walked up flights of steps to Mary’s third floor room. It was one of the biggest rooms in the house. She had wanted the room. He knew that she wasn’t trying to get away from the family because it was hardly used. Basically the rooms were used for private meetings between family members. When they wanted to be together as a family, the family sitting room was used. Patrick knocked on Mary’s door and walked in, setting the vials on one of the side tables. “Wow, Mary, I love what you did to the place,” he said, smiling at her and sitting down on the sofa.

Candles were lighting the walls, though it wasn’t necessary. They had electricity. Centuries of being alive and he learned all about electricity. The room was still dark and he knew that that was the way that Mary liked it. Patrick could see her perfectly and he was sure that she could see him just as well. “Every one of us has gone through a period where we see ourselves as weak. You are not weak. But talk to me. Are you having cravings for human blood?”

[Mary Griffith]

As she waited, she lit some of the candles that were around, to give it the creepy feeling. She loved that. There were so many things that gave out creepy shadows and it would probably scare any human that were in the room. When they had humans staying with them, they weren't in these private rooms. Patrick didn't like them in these rooms. It was where Mary was able to hide when they were around, so she didn't end up attacking them. Mary was sure that she would, too, if she wasn't able to hide.

She watched as Patrick walked in with some vials that he set on a table. She was little confused. She hadn't seen those vials before. She wondered what they were filled with and why he had brought them with him. Mary wasn't sure if he wanted to start the conversation or if she should, so she didn't say anything. If the silence remained, then she would, but it didn't.

“Wow, Mary, I love what you did to the place,”

Mary grinned. "Thank you, Father," she said, politely. "My vision was to mix antique with modern. I was not sure if it would work, but I think it turned out well. The candles just add to the creepy feeling." As she didn't use this room much, candles could work for her. She didn't use this electricity much. "Father, I was wondering if you could disconnect the electricity from this room? Candles work better for me. I prefer them."

“Every one of us has gone through a period where we see ourselves as weak. You are not weak. But talk to me. Are you having cravings for human blood?”

She knew that Patrick wouldn't lie to her, but she had never seen the others going through weak periods. She had seen how newborns acted and that was what she felt. She was ravenous for their blood. "Patrick, you do not get it. I am ravenous for it." Mary looked down. "I was scared to come to you. It has been weeks since this started. I thought you would not like it. You've always taught us that is wrong to drink human blood, but I had no other choice. It was getting worse, Father."

Mary looked back up at him and decided to mention the other vampires at the school. She hadn't met any of them, but she was scared of them. She didn't know what they were like. "There are other vampires. I've seen them at Hogwarts. They could cause trouble, Patrick. I am a little scared of them. They could attack me, if they know how weak I am. Can I stay for awhile?" Mary hoped that he would agree. She didn't want to return to school right away. She didn't think that she was ready.

[Patrick Samson Devol]

Her vision did pay off. She really had a talent for decoration. He wondered if this had come out when she was a human too. Patrick thought that it had. Usually talents that vampires had they had in life as well. It became a bit more sharper after death. Like him. He always had a talent for healing and had been drawn to medicine when he'd been alive. Back then, though, they didn't have alot to work with. "You have an eye for decoration, Daughter. You should decorate the rooms more often. Could you try to redecorate my bug collection room?"

He thought about how he could disconnect the electricity. He wasn't sure if there was a way to disconnect it from one room and not the others. He knew the rest of his family used it. Marcia loved having electricity. For her, it's a facsinating new toy. They didn't have it when they were alive. "I can see what I can do, but I don't know if I disconnect it from one room and not the others. If not, then you have it, but you don't have to use it." Patrick grinned at her and waited for the real discussion to start.

Being called Patrick caught him off guard. He wasn't used to being called that by his own children. They usually stuck with father, even Xavier, who was very near his own age and had been older than Patrick when he changed him. It didn't bother him, though. His family was allowed to call him anything that they wanted to, but Master or sire or any word like that. She spoke of being ravenous and Patrick got up and went over to the vials. He looked up sharply, giving her an angry look when he understood what she was telling him. "Mary, did you already kill a human? I am not okay with that, dear. You shouldn't have waited so long to come to me. Mary Ann, you come to me right away."

He held up a vial of blood for her to see it and sat back down with it, this time, next to Mary. "This is human blood, collected from cadavars at the hospital. This is what I give to one when they become ravenous. Drink this, Mary, and tell me how you feel afterwards." Patrick smiled and chuckled when she mentioned the other vampires. He was still a little on edge about them, but he didn't think they would cause too much trouble. "Do Not worry, Mary. They will not come after you. I know the leader of those vampires. His name is Skylar. The only way they will is if they want a vampire war. If you do not trust them, though, stay away from them."

[Mary Griffith]

"You have an eye for decoration, Daughter. You should decorate the rooms more often. Could you try to redecorate my bug collection room?"

Mary grinned. She loved recieving compliments. It made her feel good at something. She probably could decorate more of the rooms around here, if the occupants of those rooms would allow her to. "Well, I was planning on asking Mother if it is okay if I decorate your private room, but I have not seen her. And of course, if it is alright with you. All you would have to tell me, Father, is how you want it to look." She thought about the bug collection room. That would be a little difficult, but she envisioned it with bugs on the walls and in her mind, it looked great. "I can do the bug room, but I want my mind to run wild with that one. Is that okay?"

"I can see what I can do, but I don't know if I disconnect it from one room and not the others. If not, then you have it, but you don't have to use it."

Actually, now that she thought about it, it might be a good thing to have the electricity. There might be sometime where she needs it. Candles can not do too much today, can it? "Do not even try then, Father. I was thinking about it and I might need it sometime." Mary shrugged. "But if you want to try just to see if you could, you are more than welcome."

She saw him get up and went to the vials and once again, she thought about what they were. Why were they so important? Mary shrunk back in fear as he gave her a sharp look and spoke angrily. It was not something that she had heard before and she hoped that she never would.

"Mary, did you already kill a human? I am not okay with that, dear. You shouldn't have waited so long to come to me. Mary Ann, you come to me right away."

"No, Father," she said, desperatly. "I never fed from one. When I became ravenous for it, I hid. I tried to stay as far from one as possible. I would not feed from one because I know that you would never like that. You have to believe that one, Father." Mary hoped that he would, for it was the truth. "I'll come right to you next time, Father, if it happens again."

"This is human blood, collected from cadavars at the hospital. This is what I give to one when they become ravenous. Drink this, Mary, and tell me how you feel afterwards."

Mary took the vial from him and drank deeply from it. The taste was different, a little odd. She supposed that it was just because she was not used to human blood. "That tastes weird, Patrick. It does not taste like anything that I have had before." She looked at the little bit left in it and back up to Patrick, as if asking permission to finish it. She did and then looked back up. "I feel a little better, Father. A little stronger. If I go back to school, can I take some with me? Just in case?"

"Do Not worry, Mary. They will not come after you. I know the leader of those vampires. His name is Skylar. The only way they will is if they want a vampire war. If you do not trust them, though, stay away from them."

How can he be so sure that they will not come after her? They might want to spark a war. She was scared again, not merely from the idea of being attacked but also from the idea that there might be a vampire war coming. "Please, Father, can't I just stay here for awhile? I could easily catch up on the work if you let me. It would only be for about a few weeks." Mary looked hopefully at her father, hoping that he would say yes to her staying there.

[Patrick Samson Devol]

He listened to her talk about asking Marcia to do thier room. That would be interesting. He would get her to yes to it and then he would put her to work redecorating his office and asking his other kids if she could decorate thier room. Patrick knew that some of them might say no. Some of them would prefer to decorate thier own rooms. "I'll allow you to decorate it and I'll get Marcia to yes to it, too." He grinned at her. "I want no control over it. Do whatever you want. I'm sure I'll like anything that you do."

It was a good thing that she was keeping it. She just might need it. Electricity was always something good to have, just in case. Patrick nodded. He may just do that when he had the time off from the hospital. It would be fun to just play around with it, maybe even get electricuted. Patrick chuckled a bit. "I might, so don't get alarmed if the elecrtricity goes off for a bit."

As he heard her tone, he felt guilty for getting angry with her. He should've known better than to think that she would feed from one, but the way that she said it. "I'm sorry," Patrick said, sighing a bit. "I didn't mean to get angry at you. I should've known better than to think that." Now he had to make it up to her, but he didn't know how. He would have to think about it and do it when he got the chance.

He understood that it tasted weird. If you aren't used to it, it would taste weird. Same way animal blood tasted weird to those that weren't used to it. "It's because you aren't used to it. Blood also takes weird if you aren't used to it." There was no hesitation when she asked if she could take them with her. Patrick was, of course, going to give her a few to take with her for emergencies. "Strictly for emergencies, Mary. Don't drink it unless if you really, really need to."

She was begging. He was always a sucker for begging. Well, Patrick knew how he was going to make up for yelling at her. "Of course you can. For a few weeks and come to me if you need help catching up again."

[Mary Griffith]

"I'll allow you to decorate it and I'll get Marcia to yes to it, too."

Mary began thinking right away of different color schemes for that room. Would they want it dark or light? Thier room now is light, neutral colors. Perhaps something darker would work better, but she'd talk to Marcia and see if she had any ideas. "What colors would you like? I figured since your room is fairly light now, perhaps darker colors? Nothing like this, maybe a little lighter. I can talk to Mom about it."

"I want no control over it. Do whatever you want. I'm sure I'll like anything that you do."

Complete control over the bug room. She liked that. There were all sorts of things that she could do with that room. Paint the room outdoorsy colors, paint animals and bugs on the walls and then line his bugs up neatly. Mary wanted to get started on this project right away. There was no reason that she couldn't. As soon as this meeting was over, she would. It would take awhile, so the sooner she got started the better. "Then you won't know anything that I'm doing. No peeks, either, Father. It'll take awhile, so you'd have to be patient."

"I might, so don't get alarmed if the elecrtricity goes off for a bit."

She probably wouldn't even notice, not unless if she was in another room. But he may have to warn the others. They used the electricity alot more than she did. "I probably wouldn't even notice it, but you may want to warn the others. They'll notice more than I would."

"I'm sorry," Patrick said, sighing a bit. "I didn't mean to get angry at you. I should've known better than to think that."

Yeah, he should've known better. She wouldn't disappoint him like that. The way that he saw her meant everything to her and he didn't want him to think that she had no self control. Mary did have some, even if it wasn't a whole lot. "Don't worry about it. Just remember that I wouldn't do that.

"It's because you aren't used to it. Blood also takes weird if you aren't used to it."

She nodded, licking her lips. She did like it, but she would always stick with animal blood. Mary would never go against her family. They meant everything to her. "It's tastes weird, but it's good. Don't worry, though, I'll always take animal blood over it."

"Strictly for emergencies, Mary. Don't drink it unless if you really, really need to."

She knew that one. She wasn't going to drink it just because she wanted to. It would always be because she needed it.

"Of course you can. For a few weeks and come to me if you need help catching up again."

Mary grinned and jumped up from her seat. "Oh, thank you, Father. I appreciate it. And yes, I will always come to you if I need help with the subjects. I'm going downstairs." She left her room and went downstairs, leaving her father alone.