How Not To Be A Werewolf (Editing)

Vampires Are Not Affected As Badly By Alcohol

The next morning I was up before anybody else.

Not surprising, since both Kian and Wesley had stayed up late into the night drinking. They were both fucking hammered when they surfaced, just as I was washing up my plate from breakfast in the kitchen.

I had somehow managed to find it behind the first door I checked after heading into the hallway.

Maybe the House had led me here after sensing my growing hunger?

The black and white colour scheme, marble topped counters, and heavy wooden table made the room feel somewhat homely.

Victoria followed Kian and Wesley, just as they took a seat at the table.

She was sporting yet another crazy outfit. Today it was a red tracksuit, paired with a purple knitted jacket. It wasn't the oddest thing I had seen her in. In fact, it was almost normal.

"Morning!" She said, rather too brightly considering it was still only about half-past seven. Both Kian and Wesley grunted their various responses, barely speaking a word.

Fuck it. I was gonna have to be the one to reply.

"Morning." I replied.

Victoria noticed something was off from the tone of my voice. She looked from me, then to Kian and Wesley who were both still barely awake. She looked back at me and raised an eyebrow knowingly.

"How are your heads?" She asked them with a slight smirk.

"Tender as fuck." Kian replied.

"I feel like I fell asleep in a gutter." Wesley added, "In all fairness if I wasn't here, I may well have done."

I had to stifle a laugh. I had experienced my fair share of morning walks of shame. That's probably the reason I had very little sympathy for either of them. They had brought this on themselves.

"Well, I'll make you both some coffee, we've got a long day ahead of us. We need to be ready and rearing to go." Victoria said brightly.

Victoria was right, we did have a long day ahead of us. Kian and Wesley were not the only ones who weren't exactly over-enthusiastic about what it might bring. I'd woken up early with an uneasy feeling, and it still hadn't gone away. And, it wasn't just the aftertaste from Victoria's healing potion.

We still had to figure out how to prove to The Council that Jonathan was lying. The only sticking point as far as I could see was that I was at the scene, and he could place me there.

We had caused the one thing that we had gone back in time to avoid. A paradox. It was a fucking massive problem that, at this moment in time, I'll admit I wasn't sure we could get around. There were just too many things stacked against us.

"You guys go ahead and get set up." I said, deciding to prolong the inevitable for as long as I could. "I'll bring the coffee."

Both Victoria and Wesley got up and left without questioning my sudden decision. I was glad about that. Kian was still sitting at the heavy wooden kitchen table with a glass of refrigerated blood in his hand so I made myself busy.

I flicked the switch down on the kettle, then started looking around the various draws and cupboards to find where the cups were kept. I took my time as I could feel Kian's gaze burning into the back of my head, and I really didn't want to talk to him.

Stop fucking looking at me, Kian.

I made the thought as loud and clear as I could so Kian would pick it up. I purposefully banged the wooden draw I was searching in shut. I hoped he would get the message. I wasn't in the right bloody frame of mind to talk with him. I knew what he wanted to discuss, and I didn't want to go there.  

My dreams had given me enough worry about when it came to Harry Jekyll without Kian butting in as well. I was still having the dream about the odd house and the spooky knocking on the door, the only change was that when I now opened the door, instead of waking up when it opened, I now saw Harry Jekyll standing there holding a gun.

"We're gonna have to talk about it at some point." Kian said gingerly. "This is not going to go away, Alec."

Against my better judgment, I stopped angrily searching for the cups and turned around to face Kian. He actually looked a lot better than he had before. A lot better than he had any right to, considering his hangover.

"I know it's not." I replied, "But, I'm still not ready to talk about it."

Kian looked at me, sadness showing through the blood-red of his eyes. He slowly nodded, and I knew he would drop the subject for now.

"Anyway, you seem to have recovered pretty quickly." I added.

Kian smiled at that, showing off his fangs. "Yeah, vampires are not affected as badly by alcohol. We can recover pretty quickly. I drank Wes under the table last night. He knows he can't keep it down like me, I don't know why he even bothered to try and beat me at shots. He never wins. The cups are in the bottom left, by the way."

Opening the cupboard Kian had indicated, I found the mugs. 

I must be fucking blind. 

I grabbed them just as the kettle finished boiling.