A Face Made For Daylight

All You People Are Vampires!

*No smut today - because the next one will be filthy.  Enjoy hahah*

Alistair stood by the window in his room staring down at Kid, who was sitting in the garden drinking from the bottle he brought him. Peace offering, he scoffed. He couldn't help but look down in envy as the sun shone on his brother. He missed it more than anything. Alistair swallowed as reality struck him again. He had 29 days, and even though he tried to convince himself that the curse could be lifted without her need to romantically fall for him, he knew the universe wouldn't be so kind.

"Ain't that right Tabitha?" Alistair mumbled under his breath as he looked down pouting, chewing the inside of his cheek. The flames in the fireplace flickered and Alistair smirked. Bitch, he thought. But he couldn't blame her. Tabitha was caught in the game Marie played. So is Kid, he thought to himself not wanting to. He wanted to hate his brother for what he did to him. He turned his gaze back to his brother and found him staring back at him. Hipster bearded fuck, he thought. He couldn't read Kid, and wondered if Kid could read him. Alistair furrowed his brows feeling a presence in the room.

He sighed without turning to face him. "Nathaniel. You let yourself out of the witch lair again? The Hogwarts basement?" He put strong emphasis on the T sound. He smirked turning to meet Nathaniel's gaze. He smacked his lips walking towards the sofa and sat down, leaning his back into its comfort. "I'm guessing this is regarding my brother."

Nathaniel nodded. Alistair raised his brows, waiting for him to continue gesturing with his hand. "And?"

"Alistair—it's true. You're linked." Nathaniel looked hesitant to continue. Alistair furrowed his brows leaning forward.

"Tell me--- because I know that fucking look." Alistair raised his brows drawling. "And Kid mentioned Tabitha's sister? I thought it was just you two. You're telling me I could have had another hot O'Sullivan girl sauntering around my home in sexy panties? Mm...instead I got fucking Harry Potter." He nodded towards Nathaniel smirking, leaning towards the table to grab his silver cigarette holder. Pulling out a cigarette and placing it against his lips, he looked up at Nathaniel. Without asking, it was lit for him. He pressed his lips into a smile, inhaling, and pulled it down smoothly exhaling the smoke. "Fuck that never gets old." He raised his brows gesturing with his hand for Nathaniel to continue.

"Darla—" Nathaniel answered. "She's a coven sister, not a blood line relative. She lives in the Bayou where your brother has been living. When a curse is triggered—when something causes it to exhilarate, witches from the same coven have dreams, more like cognitive telepathy. The veil between the worlds breaks and we can talk to each other. She definitely saw Tabby and told your brother."

He looked at Nathaniel who looked scared to speak. "Did you---know about the full moon?"

"No—I promise, I had no clue. But—now I know for sure my sister used the power of the full moon to bind this curse which explains why it's been hard to find the right girl."

Alistair raised a brow at Nathaniel. "Oh come now, you don't have to be gentle with me. We both know I couldn't break the curse when my cock was buried in every woman I found attractive." Alistair sighed remembering. "But fuck was it fun to keep trying over, and over---mmm, and fucking over again." He shook his head laughing to himself. "Sorry Dumbledore, continue."

Nathaniel pressed his lips into an awkward smile at Alistair's comedy. "You met Stella during a full moon. Usually when a supernatural creature, like –" He gestured towards Alistair. "—a vampire, aligns with a link—Stella in this case—that's meant to complete the curse, it triggers the life line of the curse. The time limit you have."