This thing is going all night!

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Alex was actually pretty pleased with herself. She had initially been shocked by Gemma's decision to turn Charlie, but Gemma's decision was law and Alex saw no way to fight it. She knew that the older woman knew what was best, for Charlie and for all of them. It was, as she kept reminding herself, better than her being a mudblood. She was powerful now, something more, and a part of something important. Her head seemed clear of that stupid girl and her stupid friends, and Alex couldn't have been more happy about it. Charlie hadn't killed Jenny yet, despite Alex's constant insistence that the older girl would make a good snack, but Alex let it slide. She could wait it out, eventually Chuck would come around. She usually did.

She hadn't allowed herself to show any weakness in recent weeks. She had shed tears for her friend, a foreign emotion called guilt had been gnawing at her, but she had only let herself cry once. It was for the greater good. When Charlie had actually been going through the process of being changed, the image of it was stuck in Alex's head. There was a surprising amount of blood, and of screaming. It seemed to take an awfully long time. It was a drawn out and painful process, from what Gemma had told her plainly while they watched. But it would be worth it in the end. She allowed the blonde to feed on her, half because she felt responsible and half because it was her duty now. Charlie was her responsibility, Gemma had done this as a favor to her. Now she could have Charlie to herself, better than before, and forever.

Letting Chuck take some of her blood each day, however, was becoming tiring. They had gone through the whole song and dance with Sato, painted themselves as victims and promised that Charlie wouldn't hurt anyone, that she would feed on wildlife in the forest surrounding the campus. But that wasn't good enough, and they both knew it. Once she had started letting the blonde have a little fix, she needed to do it every day. Charlie got irritable without at least a little taste, and Charlie was drawing enough unwanted attention as it was, with her new bad attitude and penchant for fist fights in the last week or so. But humans, even great witches, only had so much to give. Alex was becoming weary, and she needed a solution.

Either a source of fresh blood from the campus hospital, which seemed hard. Or find someone that no one would miss, which seemed much easier and more fun. She could sneak in and grab a bunch of blood donation bags, or just let Chuck chow down on an unsuspecting wallflower, so the choice was obvious. Gemma would help them cover up whatever they had to, and she had already taught Alex quite a bit about being undetected. Gemma could visit her own crime scenes and walk away innocent. Dressed to the nines as she usually was for a dance, but especially the last dance of the year, Alex entered the dance on Charlie's arm. Trying to look as casual as possible even though her eyes were scrutinizing the crowd, searching their peers and their faces for the perfect meal for the girl at her side. "If you just ate that little brat like I told you, this would be done. How would you like to eat her ugly girlfriend or something? What about Sommer? She probably has enough blood in her fat head alone to feed you for ages, Charles."

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The trouble that Charlie had gotten in for the fighting hadn't amounted to as much as she thought it would. Her promise that she would hunt more was all that had really come from it. Hunter hadn’t gone to the headmaster after their fight, and so Charlie wasn’t barred from the dance. Instead she walked in without a blonde hair out of place, Alex on her arm. As much as she didn’t believe in all of the Twilight crap that was said about vampires, she had noticed a certain poise that she hadn’t possessed before. The tight dress that she had decided to wear tonight was fitting her better than it ever had and her hair was hanging around her face just so. The new Charlie looked fierce, and Alex didn’t look so bad either.

Charlie licked her lips subconsciously as she glanced over at Alex. The shorter girl had let her nurse a little bit before they had arrived so she would be on her best behavior. It wasn’t enough however, and they both knew it. Alex had been trying to convince her to just take out one of the quiet kids, but Charlie wasn’t sure still. She couldn’t bring herself to take someone else’s life just to feed herself. Animals were different. Charlie was getting hungrier and hungrier though, and she could tell Alex’s strength was waning.

“You know just as well as I do that Sera is off limits,” she said, irritation flashing quickly behind her eyes. The only thing keeping her from sucking Sera dry was Jenny, she had promised the older girl no harm would come to them. She had only agreed for Jen’s sake, she would gladly take Sera out of the picture if she had a choice. Making a noise of disgust she rolled her eyes to Alex’s other suggestion. “I’d rather keep living off rats than eat Sommer. I’m sure they taste a lot better than that mudblood whore.”

She wrapped an arm possessively around Alex’s waist from behind and leaned in close to the shorter girl’s ear. “You wouldn’t want me to poison myself, would you?”

Charlie trailed some soft kisses down Alex's neck before giving her a soft bite on the shoulders, letting her teeth sink in. It wasn't enough to break the skin, but it was enough to prove a point. "I'm afraid I've been a bit spoiled by you, Lex. It's hard to want anything other than pureblood."

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In all honesty, Tatum didn't think that she had ever actually held a baby, especially not a newborn. She hadn't been old enough when Sera was born to be of any help, and they definitely didn't have the largest extended family in the world to choose from. People having babies didn't happen all of that often to people that she knew. She had never even been at that end of the hospital, with delivery rooms and nurseries and even more quiet time, before Izzy was born. It seemed somehow even more bright white and sterile than even the normal hospital. She sort of wished that they were still at the hospital, because at least people at the hospital knew what they were doing.

Volunteering to take Izzy for the night so that Hunter and Michi could go out to the dance together was fine in theory. She had Mack to help, and she was thankfully better at this than Tatum felt, but she still couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong. He was normally such a chilled out baby, that had been part of why she had been so quick to volunteer, but not tonight. He had been alright at first, even after his mothers left, but it had been almost an hour now that he had been crying on full blast, and Tatum still couldn't figure what his problem was. It was frustrating to say the least. "What if h-he's dying? Oh god, Hunter w-will kill m-me if something h-h-happens!" Tatum managed ask Mack, speaking up to get it out over the braying cries of the newborn in her arms. That alone, just holding him, was sort of scary. He was so tiny and fragile looking. But then adding all of the screaming onto that, and he became a nightmare. What had happened to the quiet baby that had barely cried since coming home?

"I-I'm not very good at this.. auntie t-thing," she murmured, trying to gentle sway back and forth with the baby in her arms, hoping the gentle motions would shut him up but to no avail. She wasn't sure what else to do. He wasn't hungry, she already made Mack change him because that was one thing she couldn't do, and he didn't seem sleepy. Rubbing his back hadn't helped, she had checked his temperature, and he didn't seem to have gas or anything. She wasn't sure what to check next. It was a lot of pressure, responsibility for someone else's kid. Crying baby or not, it was still somehow better than a dance.

"M-Maybe you can make h-him stop. Talk to h-him like, your hillbilly Texas talk," she suggested, smiled wearily. Maybe if she could sound enough like Hunter, it could work. It was a better idea than nothing. "Don't like, t-toss him around and shit or whatever like she does though," Tatum quickly added. Barely a month old, and Hunter already had him rough housing.

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Strangely, taking care of babies and children had been something that Kia had made sure Mackenzie could do at a young age. She had always taken Mack along with her when she babysat for people, seeing as Kate was a bit of an unfit mother. Once the tall blonde had reached a certain age, she began helping Kia out, especially when there were newborn’s involved. She had never told anyone, save for Hunter of course, but she actually volunteered to go help her sister out now. There was just something about babies that Macknzie loved, and she couldn’t help but be a bit overjoyed that they now had one in the house. Seeing her best friend grow up and become a dad had been one of the proudest moments of Mackenzie’s life.

Mack had been smitten with her nephew the second she had been allowed to hold him, and she couldn’t help but get a goofy grin on her face whenever she was around him. Tatum, however, was a different story. She had been trying to get Tatum to get over her fear of small children, but it had been slow going. That was why when they decided to stay in with Izzy to let Michi and Hunter have a little alone time, she had decided it was time to get her girlfriend over it. The tall blonde had left Tatum in the living room with Iz while she had gone to cook them something to eat, and by the sounds of it, it wasn’t going well.

“He’s not dying T, calm down,” she called from the kitchen, chuckling quietly to herself. That was her girl, always jumping to the worst conclusions. She turned the heat down on the spaghetti she was boiling and covered the alfredo sauce so it wouldn’t burn. Wiping her hands on a kitchen towel, she entered the living room to save the redheaded girl.

“Baby, just take a deep breath, okay?” She said, taking the screaming child from Tatum. She rested Izzy on her hip like a pro and stuck her tongue out at the other girl. “I ain’t gonna talk in my hillbilly accent! No sir! Jus’ cause I ain’t from fancy pansy Maine don’t mean I’m a hillbilly!” She looked down at Izzy and made a silly face at him, “No, it don’t! Do it, Iz?”

Izzy quieted down, still letting out a few hiccups as he looked up at Mackenzie. The blonde cooed at him and jostled him up and down a bit on her hip, smiling goofily the whole time. She soon had Izzy laughing and making happy noises in no time as he clutched at her long blonde hair. Mack looked down at the small boy and gave him a sweet smile. “Now, I’m gonna give you back to your Auntie Tatum, kay? Be a good boy for Uncle Mack and be nice to her.”

A small dribble of drool was all she got in response, and she placed the child back in Tatum’s lap before sitting down on the couch next to her. “I’m gonna let the hillbilly comment slide for now T,” she leaned over to kiss the clearly stressed girl on the cheek. “You gotta just calm down around him though. He ain’t gonna get hurt if you’re just sittin’ on the couch. They can sense your mood you know, they’re like…You can’t let them sense your fear, or they’ll get freaked out too.” She stood up to go finish dinner, and gave Tatum another kiss on the forehead. “You’re doing fine babe, you two are cute together. Now just stay calm and smile a little and you should be fine while I finish cooking dinner.”

She ruffled the peach fuzz on the top of Izzy's head and went back into the kitchen to drain the spaghetti. She pulled the chicken out from the boiling water and began to dice it. "How's it going in there T?" she called, adding a few more seasoning spices to the sauce.

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