[Batty]

Luna Morrigan Ashe. The woman was known for many things, but one thing no one had ever guessed about her was that she had a child. Yes. A child. The kid wasn't more than, say, 3 years now. But that didn't matter. She was a rapidly growing little thing, with every day that passed she would grow another 4 inches. At the current moment, Luna was leaving the court house on the Roseate Spires island. Why, you ask? Well, when Luna was 22, she had be exclusive with a man. That was quickly tarnished by her whore-iffic nature, and the two split before the woman had come to teach at the school. Well, with Halloween coming up, and her "unexplained leave" tick tick tocking away, Luna needed to do something... drastic.

All throughout her pregnancy, Luna had sworn that she didn't want the child. Hell, the father didn't even want it. Mostly, because he didn't want to be tied to Luna till the day he died. Well, no one could blame him there. If it wasn't for her choke hold on her little, darling baby brother, he wouldn't want her either. So it was settled. About a month after her little rendezvous in the detention room, she was then served with papers that the childs father had died of... something, Luna didn't really care, and that she was now the caretaker of the kid. Well, with the lifestyle she led, her child wouldn't be better off with her. So she went down to the court to file papers of some sort.

Now, legally, her little brother was the godfather, and therefore, his responsibility to raise the child. With Luna's compulsion, that task was easy enough to accomplish. But now, the hard part was getting Seth to agree to such a task. The little girl at her side was blonde, with extraordinary bright blue eyes. She looked like an elf, but as she would grow... well, that would be a dead no. Luna would never even so much as touch one of those hippie tree hugger with a 50 foot pole. She was a vampire, of course, mixed with demon and siren, AND succubus blood. Oh, NELLY! Luna didn't even want to think about what SHE would grow up to be!

But then again, being mixed with all that blood made her growth a rapid process. By the time Luna was 35, her child would be 20, maybe even older than that. And then, she would stop growing altogether. That thought alone was a relief. At least she'd live right? Luna never had maternal blood. Especially after her entire nature had changed after she left home. Taking care of her brothers were one thing, but taking on a child was a whole different story altogether. Placing her hands on the wheel of her oddly shaped mustang, Luna took off from the court house, and headed towards the school.

The child, looked confused. She'd never been farther than where her "father" had lived, and, her intense blue eyes shadowed with fear. "Mommy... mommy where are you taking me?" Luna didn't have an answer to that question, really. The only thing she knew to say was "I'm not your mommy, child." The little girl than began to cry. Sure, she had the body of a three year old. The speech of a three year old. But the mind of a one, or two year old. She was confused, and scared, and Luna couldn't sympathize.

Pulling into the school parking lot, Luna could tell just what Seth was going to say when she delivered this little bundle of pure joy. Inwardly, she laughed to herself. Turning to the little child, she bent down to her level, and looked her straight in the eyes. Before going to pick her up earthside, she'd watched a 3 day marathon of super nanny. Call her retarded, but hey, it seemed to be working. "Now, I'm going to take you to your mommy seth, and daddy adonis, okay?" The girl looked confused. Both, were male names. Cocking her head to the side, luna just shook her own head. "They're both boys. But don't be alarmed. Daddy Seth is almost exactly like me, okay?"

The girl brightened. Apparently, her father had been filling her in on everything Luna. Including, Luna being her mother. There was a nonstop 20 questions session the entire ride to Roseate Spires. Luna couldn't answer any of those questions though. Making her way through the hallways, the little girl attached to her hand, she made her way to the boys dorm. Where, of course, she never got weird stares considering she was there so much. A little pat on the ass here and there, though, was in order. But it didn't make Luna feel any braver. Seth would surely kill her. She knocked on the door three times, four times, until she heard grunting, and then footsteps coming towards the door.

When it was opened a crack, Luna beamed. "SURPRISEEEE BABY BROTHER! I GOT YOU AN EARLY CHRISTMAS PRESENT!"

and last one, I'm spoiling you.

The bottle of whiskey was almost near its end. Only little droplets remained, and that nearly made Esteri want to cry. She'd come here, to get away from everyone. Everything. To get so drunk, that she might be able to forget everything thats ever happened to her. With a sigh, she downed the last few droplets of the amber liquid, and fell back onto the cemeteries dirt. The fake tombstones that surrounded her, unnamed. Unmarked. Could there really be bodies down below the earth? Sighing, she tossed the bottle far away from her, and allowed the alcohol to burn through her system. In a little while, she would be so incoherent, it wouldn't matter what lay beneath the earth. Nothing would matter anymore.

Esteri was killing herself. Slowly, but surely. With the amount of alcohol she consumed, it would deteriorate her liver. And of course, the woman only had her brother as a companion. Troy? Yeah. She was in love with him, but she found that she might have been too difficult for him to handle. She didn't need to be taken care of, but once in awhile would have been nice. And that was just the bitch side of her thinking. She could say so many things to describe her life, and luxurious, wasn't the word. People here thought Esteri had it all. She didn't. The siren actually had less than what she would have loved to have. But either way, well...

No one would ever know. No one would ever care. If someone found her now, she would be a total mess. Falling all over herself. Slurring her words together. Did someone really want to come and save her? Besides Kael, Esteri had no one who wanted her. No one in the world. Unless she was just blind to it all. Running her fingers through her blue tinged bangs, she began to sob. Uncontrollably. Some drunks were mean. Some were emotional. Esteri was a mix of the two. Standing up, a little to fast for her liking, she threw herself against a tree, pounding on it. She was irrational, and violent, and just wanted, for once, to be held.

She was used and abused before, and all she really wanted was someone to love her for her. Not for her body. Her breasts, her legs. Not because she was wonderful in bed. But because they thrived off her energy. Her personality. Her talent. Ripping her fingers down the bark of the tree, and failing to remember to keep back her strength, the fingers began to bleed. Esteri was in a bad place, and she needed someone to save her from it. Her eyes wandered around the perimeter, and she hid inside the shadows. Things criss crossed around, the ground seemed as if it were moving. And while the wind whipped around her...

She felt as if it were spirits, or ghosts, or whatever. She was losing it fast. Two bottled of whiskey would definitely do that to a person. Hallucination, wasn't described on the bottle, but it seemed as if thats what was happening to her. "Fuck!" Falling to her knees she sat there, still, swaying back and forth.

The world began to spin. Esteri had no idea why they said getting drunk would make things better, but, they did. She held more concentration keeping her body in motion, than she did thinking about the stares, the screams, the crying. Somehow, coming to this place had made everything worse. Her brother had no problems at all fitting in, making friends, forgetting about his home. But the Siren did. She was getting to the point, where she was thinking of going home, and calling it quits. With her brother at her side, or not. Somehow, she was keeping herself stable. The girl didn't really know how she was doing it, but she was.

It would be amazing to see if she actually lasted the night without passing out in some random place. Like here. It was a tad creepy, but Esteri found a comfort about the fake dead. If it was real, she was sure she would have been a lot more comfortable, but nevertheless.... In fact, maybe she wouldn't even go home. Maybe she'd just run off to Transylvania, or better yet, someplace in America. Thanks to the help of Troy, her english had improved along with his. She was able to speak full on sentences, with no mistakes. Hardly any mistakes, anyway.

But the girl had nothing here. Nothing solid, to keep her here. She had little friends, and, with band practive, and working so much in school she hardly had time to associate with people. Plus, they already thought she was weird anyway. Feeling around on the ground, her shadow skittered away from her, obviously disappointed in her actions. And then she heard footsteps. Heavy ones, as if someone was ... running? But she couldn't force her eyes to look up, to see who it was. "You're too laaaaate." Her thick finnish accent slurred her words a lot more than normal. She found no vowls when she spoke. But then again, did she ever? The woman didn't know. Hands gripped her tight, and sometimes, she wished she was like Troy, or a Vampire.

Then she could smell the person who was trying to snap her out of her drunken state, or at least help her keep her head upright. Then a pair of familiar eyes caught hers. "Try?" She missed the 'O' that time. And then Esteri began to giggle insanely. "What the hell am I DOING HERE? WHAT YOU?" Usually, she wasn't terrible at speaking. Right now, she was downright .... terrible. It was almost hysterical.

She couldn't even hear her own voice ring in her ears. The only ringing she heard, was the sound of her senses going haywire. She rolled her head in the direction of the bottles she'd thrown aside, and sighed. What was there to do now? She'd been discovered. She wouldn't be able to go back to wherever she came from, to fetch another bottle. Or at least steal one from Kael's room. Her head lolled to and fro, her eyes not being able to focus in one spot for too long. She was really, really drunk. "I need to sleep, Troy." Esteri could only allow those words to form. Nothing else she tried came out. They were just mumbles on her lips.