"You have Black Magic," The Kev said as he examined my hands. I tried to glance up, but had to squint due to his redonkulous beauty.
"Turn off the Fairy glamour, babe," Gemma told The Kev. "No one except me can actually look at you and not singe their corneas."
"Whoops." He laughed and morphed back into Kindergarten Cop. . .accent and all.
"Um, does the morph affect your brain?" I asked as I realized I was losing my polite filter in a big way.
"Not at all, my strudel pookie. Why have you to ask the silliness of the question?"
"Because you talk like a dumbass when you're in the Arnold's body," Astrid volunteered as Ethan winced.
"I do that because it makes the fun for me and drives you to the crazy," he told my cousin as he grinned from ear to ear.
"Right now you can do whatever you want. I'm drinking black raspberry chip flavored blood," Astrid announced happily as she went back to Gemma's wrist.
"Wait. What?" Gemma could flavor her blood? I wondered if Grandpa could do that next time I had to suck on his neck.
"Yep." Gemma grinned and held up the pint of ice cream. "Whatever I eat, I apparently taste like. Do not share that info with any Vamps. I only have so much blood to go around."
"Got it," I said. "Do you think that would work with Demons?"
"You want to have the drink of my mate's blood?" The Kev asked, surprised.
"No," I quickly replied. "I, um. . ." Shit on a flaming stick. How did I get out of this one?
"You drank from Grandpa," Astrid said as she watched me closely. "And it tasted like ass to you."
The jig was up and I was actually kind of relieved. I knew Astrid had Black Magic. . .maybe she could help me with mine. "Well, I wouldn't exactly say ass—more like burnt butt."
"Can you control this magic?" The Kev asked, ignoring the buttocks discussion.
Where the Hell did his accent go?
"Um. . ."
"Of course she can't. No one in our fucked up family gives anyone directions, much less a straight answer," Astrid snapped. "I'll help her."
"No, you won't," Ethan said. "We're leaving, which is what I think your whackjob of a grandmother intended when she destroyed our home."
"He's right," Gemma agreed. "The magic in the area is screwed with a capital S and you’re about to blow a seven-headed baby out of your hooha. You have to leave for a while."
"I'm not going anywhere," Astrid informed the room as Ethan banged his head against a tree. "And my baby will only have five heads. My cousin is in trouble, and quite honestly left to her own devices she could blow up the continental United States. I'm staying."
"Ethan is correct, my leibchen. You will be leaving. I will be staying and training Dixie. Her magic cannot hurt Gemma or myself," The Kev said.
"Are you a True Immortal?" I asked. Was Grandpa wrong about who my magic affected?
"No, but trust me on this. The ways of the Fairy are a mystery to most other races. I will teach you."
"I call bullshit," Astrid snapped. "Not that you’re not a Hell of a teacher with a fist like a Mack truck, but Dixie is mine. I will take care of her."
"No, Astrid," I said, surprising myself and the rest of the room—mostly my cousin. "You're leaving. I belong to no one but me and I would never forgive myself if something happened to you or the baby. I have something to do here. Something I have to do myself and I swear on Hades I will do my best not to blow up the United States, but just in case I think you should go to Europe. The Kev, I accept your offer. I have three Demons with me—Carl, Janet and Myrtle,—and they have been training me."
"Sweet baby Jesus in a thong," Astrid shouted. "Carl, Janet and Myrtle? We're all gonna die."
"Nope, not today," The Kev said. "I know of Carl, Janet and Myrtle. . .they are far more than they seem. And I admire Carl's dress sense."#p#分页标题#e#
Of course he did.
Several other very attractive Vampyres quietly made their way into the room and bowed to Ethan. Astrid, clearly unused to not getting her way, stomped around the room and tried to find something to break.
"My Liege," a gorgeous dark haired Vampyre said. "We are armed, ready to go."
"We'll be with you momentarily, Heathcliff," Ethan replied.
"Fine," Astrid said wearily. "Dixie, you will call me if you need me. Gigi said the twelve-headed baby boy will be here soon and I have decided to believe her even though she's an unstable, foul-mouthed fucking walking disaster area." Astrid punctuated her description with a resounding crash as she blew out all the windows in the room with a flick of her fingers.