Accidentally On Purpose

Stinky Diapers Sound Bitter

                                                                Fox's P.O.V.

I shifted my on my feet, which was hard because my sister was at my hip. Literally. I ruffled her hair for no reason, and she tugged on my ear in retaliation.

"Arctic Fox?" Mayson asked. My sister and I snapped to attention. Mayson looked to his mother, Annelid, who ruffled his blonde hair. Arctic Fox was a way of acknowledging us both, because that was actually our namesake. Artica and Fox.

"Auntie Jun-May is feeling bad." he said, his eight-year-old voice adorable. Annelid looked to us, and she put a charred black finger to her lips. The scars hadn't gone away from when she killed--or really helped kill--a demon. She was telling us that she was basically helping Mayson get over his fear of people. He almost never spoke, and clung to his mother's leg. Annelid says he got it from her, but I think Dylan is a bit to blame too.

My sister and I knelt in unison, something that took fifteen years of practice. "Okay. Can you take us to her?"

Mayson nodded slowly, his tiny blonde curls bouncing. He led us from our bedroom and down the hall to where Jun-May and Kyle slept. Jun-May was laying on the bed, and she smiled when Mayson hesitated by the door. Kyle came from the bathroom with a baby in his arms, and a smell about him that made Arctica and I gag.

"Dude, Hailey craps some stinky stuff." I said, waving my nose. Kyle just shrugged and sat beside Jun-May. Hailey--the baby Kyle was holding--was very strangely Kyle's child. Kyle was a guy, and should have been physically incapable of having kids, but he managed to become with child. I worry if it might happen again.

Sunny poked her head in the room, and her eyes fell to Mayson. She smiled. "Mayson, Lucifer is looking for you."

"Lucy?" Mayson asked, perking up. For some very strange reason, Mayson called Lucifer Lucy and Lucifer called Mayson May. Lucifer was also the only one Mayson spoke to regularly. He scurried out of the room to find Sunny's son, and she came in and stood beside Jun-May. Almost as if called, the rest of the men in the house came in. Oliver trailed behind Mario, who stood beside his twin Sunny. A habit, I think. I was stuck with my twin, which could get annoying at times. Like showers, and the toilet. We have to wear blindfolds.

Dylan came in and wrapped an arm around Annelid, and whispered, "The rest of the kids in the house are asleep now." But the thing was, most of the kids in the house was theirs. While everyone decided to have only one or two, they wanted six. Six children.

I think their brains were scrambled when they fought the demon fifteen years ago.

Nico suddenly appeared in the window, which made my sister jump and tug on the skin and bone keeping us connected.

"So, Jun-May, how's the tummy doing?" Arctica asked, breaking the warm silence. She was referring to the large, swollen area where Jun-May was carrying a child. It was due in about a month, but it honestly seemed like tomorrow.

"He kicks a lot." she said plainly, and Sunny and Annelid laughed. Kyle smirked, because he also knew what that felt like.

"Where's Unilla?" Annelid asked. She still worried for her vampire mentor, even if there was no point in mentoring Annelid anymore. "She went for a walk. Again." Nico said, traveling through the dim lighting to Sunny. It was a little after sunrise, and hard for any of the vampires to stay awake. I'm amazed Nico is, considering his age. Three hundred-odd years on a vampire makes them sleep prone.

I looked around the room again. It felt weird to know everyone in here was at least twenty-nine, but they all looked only a year older than me and my sister. Except for Oliver, he looked his age. Him being the only human for miles--except for Sketch next-door--kind of meant he aged. I bet he felt so weird to see everyone stay the same while he gets older.

"Who's making dinner?" I asked, my hunger finally arousing. Actually, for normal people it would be breakfast. But because everyone wanted to keep in touch with the vampires, we all sleep during the day and are awake at night.

"Sketch said he'd bring some." Oliver said, and everyone's eyes widened.

"Has anyone called the fire department?" I asked, because we all knew that Sketch literally couldn't boil water. The last time he did he burned down his house. Don't ask me how.

"Kitty assures us she has him under supervision." Oliver said, and I eased a little. Kitty McFluff was Sketch's cat--or was, until she revealed she was a werecat. Now she kind of made sure Sketch didn't hurt himself doing dumb things. He also had Scarlet the phantom to make sure nothing happened, and Dipstick, the other werecat. Quill also tends to make sure Sketch doesn't burn the house down, because his family lives in the trees behind Sketch's house. Quill likes to be called Birdman, because at will he can turn into just that. It actually looks really weird.

"Okay. But that doesn't mean I'm eating it." Arctica said with a shudder. I smiled. Sketch will end up ordering pizza and bringing it over.

"And that's the doorbell! Welp, Ima go get that 'cause I know we all are hungry." Mario said, and those in the room followed him. He opened the front door to reveal a boy my age with blood red hair tucked underneath a grey beanie. He also had a red scarf hanging on his neck over his beige trench coat. His deep green eyes scanned us all. "Heathens. Is it okay if we stay for dinner? Kitty won't let me look at the oven."

A skinny girl with white skin and pale tan hair spoke up from behind him, her green hat fuzzy balls bouncing as she countered, "I don't want to get my tail burned off."

I looked to the fluffy white tail she had flicking behind her. Underneath her hat were ears, neither of which would I get used to. I could see a red shadow pass through the doorway, and I knew Scarlet was here too. Quill shoved Sketch aside and strutted inside and to the kitchen. "Shouldn't you be at home with your babysitter?" Arctica asked.

"You mean my girlfriend." he said. Quill insisted his babysitter was his girlfriend, but she was seventeen and two years older than him. "And, I'm supposed to be staying the night at Sketch's." he added, brushing some of his spiky hair aside. He took out a bag of gummy worms, and began munching on them very loudly.

We sat down and began eating, but then there was a loud scream outside.