The Live-ins: A Glimpse Beyond The Vacationers

Damien and Dardanelle, Pt. 2

"My bad!" Dardanelle exclaimed, covering her mouth soon after.

"It must be the blood," Vyrh replied, "WOOHOO, PENTAKILL---it must be the blood. Has a really dangerous effect upon contact with human flesh. Centauroid flesh is immune to that, however."

"Duly noted," Christian replied, "What's your name, missus?"

"Daria Daniella Mariposa-Bella," Dardanelle replied, "Dardanelle for short."

"Well Dardanelle," Christian replied, "Can I call you Dani?"

"Why not?" Dardanelle replied.

"Okay, Dani," Christian replied, "You really need to work on that condition of yours if you want to stay here."

"I can help," Quilleanna replied, waving four of her legs and both her arms.

"We'll escort the both of them to their rooms first," Benedict added, "Then you can clean up the blood spills."

"What?!" Christian complained, "Fine." He found a nearby mop, a bottle of stain cleaner, and a bucket; and he went to get them. Then he went upstairs to fill the bucket with water and returned back down and set to work.

"We'll go ahead now," Quvarranna replied, "Vyrh and Mozart can keep you company." She walked with them up the stairs; fortunately, it was wide enough for the abdomens of the Entomonians to fit in.

...

While he was mopping up the floor, Christian asked, "How come you two know all this?"

"Seiryu and Nosci, of course!" Mozart replied, "and by the way, Daria is a runaway bride."

"How so?" Christian asked.

"You'll have to ask her yourself," Vyrhihyannah replied.

"Come on, spill it!" Christian retorted.

"We can't," Vyrhihyannah replied, "Seiryu told us not to disclose any more information about them. You'll have to ask Dardanelle yourself."

Christian sighed, and said, "Ayt." He continued mopping the floor while the DJ duo continued playing their game.

Meanwhile, the trio of Ben, Varrah, and Quill were entertaining their new helpers upstairs on the penthouse floor. "How's Entomon so far?" Varra asked them.

"Pretty much great," Dardanelle replied, laying an egg covered with blue blood, "Would you mind telling me where to put this?" She took up the egg and held it in her hands while Quill got a towel to wipe the blood stain.

"I don't know where you would put it now," Damien replied, "How about on the table beside the bed?"

Dardanelle set the bloodied egg on the bed. Then Quilleanna called her.

"Why?" she asked, fluttering to the Argiope drider.

"Come with me to the bathroom," Quill replied, "I may have a solution to your problem."

...

After a few minutes, both ladies went out of the bathroom. Quill was holding Dardanelle's hand while the Type OV adjusted to the new feeling in her abdomen. Fortunately for everyone, she wasn't trailing blood behind her anymore.

"Sister," Quvarranna  replied, "she has a condition. How are we going to address that?"

"Right," Quill replied, biting her nails, "Fortunately, my shirt says that only good things will happen today."

"Good things, eh?" Varrah replied and fluttered towards Dardanelle's abdomen.

"Hey!" Damien replied, "What are you doi---"

(footage lost)

...

Varrah held a ball of silk dyed blue right in her hands while her half-sister screamed in anger. Benedict had his eyes closed the entire time.

"Why'd you do this?!" Quilleanna exclaimed.

"Do you know what happens to people with an unusually high amount of blue blood cells?!" Quvarranna retorted, "Their blood has a tendency to clot much faster, and when it happens inside a person, it blocks the blood vessels, making less blood travel towards the heart and eventually killing the person from the inside!"

"I didn't know that," Ben replied.

"It's a very rare condition," Damien replied, "Addressing it would be very hard in a place like this. Dardanelle would also have to continue laying butterfly eggs..."

"It's not very frequent!" Dardanelle replied, taking in very deep breaths of air.

A few minutes later, she yawned and said, "I think I need a nap." She crawled over to the nearest mattress bed, lay down on it, and began to sleep.

"Well, we have no choice," Ben whispered, "Until we find a solution, we cannot do anything but tolerate the trail now."

"Which means we will need a mop ready every time she walks," Varrah replied.

"Alright," Damien whispered, "Let's go downstairs and meet with your friend."