Yancy's lived literally hundreds of years with Raleigh, he knows her pretty well by now. And he knows that he is not going to like whatever she's brought home with her. He doesn't try to stop her from doing very much anymore, back when they were first turned, he had to keep a tighter grip on her, reign in her before she went on rampages and it didn't always work. There'd be nights where he couldn't resist the pull either, the scent of blood and they'd feast and feel guilty as fuck the next day, pull themselves together and quickly disappear before anyone connected the murders to them.
He doesn't stop her the first, second, time she brings home a child, a little toddler with blonde hair and blue eyes, babies that look so much like their little brother that she ripped apart her first night in this new life. Yancy knows she doesn't realize what she's doing, that she doesn't even know for sure if their brother was real, because he lies to her about it, to protect her. He loves her, he just wants to keep her from driving herself insane and he thinks it would, to know that she killed their sibling. It nearly destroys her the first time she slips, when the temptation is too great and there's blood on the floor when he comes home and no more child.
That time he doesn't tell her I told you so but the next time he asks if this is really a good idea and she gets snotty with him and he gets it, okay. He understands that she's not allowed the one thing she really wanted when she was alive but she's not normal and maybe she should realize that.
They don't speak for six months after that, not until she caves like he said she would and he comes back to pull her together because she's his sister, she's his best friend and he loves her, no matter what, and that's what family does. And she sticks to just cooing over babies in public after that, touching pregnant women's bellies and reading mommy magazines and he thinks, maybe just maybe it's passed for good.
Yancy comes in from the kitchen-- and knows that it's not. That the urge has come back to her and he's not letting this happen again. He has no idea how she got this child, but he doesn't care. It's not important because she's not keeping it.]
You've got to be kidding me, Raleigh. Was the last time not enough?
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Yancy's lived literally hundreds of years with Raleigh, he knows her pretty well by now. And he knows that he is not going to like whatever she's brought home with her. He doesn't try to stop her from doing very much anymore, back when they were first turned, he had to keep a tighter grip on her, reign in her before she went on rampages and it didn't always work. There'd be nights where he couldn't resist the pull either, the scent of blood and they'd feast and feel guilty as fuck the next day, pull themselves together and quickly disappear before anyone connected the murders to them.
He doesn't stop her the first, second, time she brings home a child, a little toddler with blonde hair and blue eyes, babies that look so much like their little brother that she ripped apart her first night in this new life. Yancy knows she doesn't realize what she's doing, that she doesn't even know for sure if their brother was real, because he lies to her about it, to protect her. He loves her, he just wants to keep her from driving herself insane and he thinks it would, to know that she killed their sibling. It nearly destroys her the first time she slips, when the temptation is too great and there's blood on the floor when he comes home and no more child.
That time he doesn't tell her I told you so but the next time he asks if this is really a good idea and she gets snotty with him and he gets it, okay. He understands that she's not allowed the one thing she really wanted when she was alive but she's not normal and maybe she should realize that.
They don't speak for six months after that, not until she caves like he said she would and he comes back to pull her together because she's his sister, she's his best friend and he loves her, no matter what, and that's what family does. And she sticks to just cooing over babies in public after that, touching pregnant women's bellies and reading mommy magazines and he thinks, maybe just maybe it's passed for good.
Yancy comes in from the kitchen-- and knows that it's not. That the urge has come back to her and he's not letting this happen again. He has no idea how she got this child, but he doesn't care. It's not important because she's not keeping it.]
You've got to be kidding me, Raleigh. Was the last time not enough?