Ruins

Chapter 7

When I get back to my room, all gross and soaked in blood, Seth isn't there; he probably went to go hang out with Damon while we were out. I put on what I'd been wearing before the siren began to blare and start shoving all of the furniture in the main room against the walls. We tend to have a party in my room after a victory and get shit faced drunk to try to scrub the memory of the dead from our minds; this would be for both today's victory and the one 2 days ago. 

I pull several large bottles of liquor from the cabinet and a stack of red plastic solo cups and a stack of blue ones, along with pop for mix from the fridge. I pulled a large container of Cyliumis out and hid it in the corner where the humans never looked when getting drinks. The humans use the red cups and we use the blue ones. We used to all use red ones, and we just wrote our names on them. That was all well and good until one time Mason got so drunk he couldn't make out the names anymore and took a huge swig of Derek's drink. The next day he developed telepathy. None of the others know, bar my siblings, and we blamed it on the fight that day. We said they must have contaminated or infected him in some way; he bought it, thankfully. Now we still write our names on them, but make sure that there is never a mistake like that again. 

I had to explain to Mason how I was a telepathist too, because I was the only one whose thoughts he couldn't get into. I told him that I'd been infected right before we started the war, and that's how I got into it. 

Steadily people begin to trickle in. They're all freshly showered and dressed in bright colours, which contrasts with the black I see them in most often. I haven't told Seth to come, but maybe he'll show up anyways. I'm not sure if I'm ready to deal with everyone about him and Damon yet. Crap, Damon. If Seth shows up, I'll have to have him go get Damon so I can just get it all over with at once. I hate dealing with crap like this. 

Today was quite successful.  Now everyone is mingling happily. The furniture in my main room is all shoved to the sides of the room out of the way, but still, three people have tripped over inanimate objects. Alex and Chlo are still not old enough to have alcohol without breaking my brain, so they are just drinking pop and Cyliumis, the rest of us, on the other hand, fully intend on getting shit faced drunk tonight. It's not long before Seth shows up.

"Hey babe," I shout over the deafeningly loud music. "Why don't you go get Damon, baby? I'm sure he'd enjoy this. Plus, everyone wants to see the both of you." That wasn't exactly the truth, but it wasn't really a lie either. 

"Alright. I'll be right back." Seth grins down at me. "I love you." He leans down and kisses me gently.

"Love you." I say before heading to the kitchen to refill my nearly empty drink. As soon as Seth and Damon walk through the door, I put full blue cups into their hands. The lights are dimmer than they had been when Seth left, everyone is still mingling around, and Cass and Mason are dancing together in the middle of the room to the upbeat song playing. All is well.

"Do you guys always have a party after a victory?" Damon asked, correctly assuming that we'd kicked ass today, and looking around the room in awe.

"Most of the time. Sometimes after really big battles we wait a day or so before we party. This party is a combination of this victory and the victory we had the day before you two showed up on our doorstep." I explain. "Hey, everyone!" I call out as I press a button on the large surround sound system, stopping the music instantly. Everyone stops what they're doing and turn towards me. "Alright, so, some of you know these two guys, some of you have heard about them, and others have no idea who the hell these people are. This," I motion toward Seth. "Is my boyfriend, Seth. And this," I motion to Damon. "Is Seth's little brother, Damon."