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[after_march]

[A red-haired woman stumbles through the village toward House 55 carrying a bulky package. The corner of the brown paper-wrapped item is leaking blood onto the snow, leaving a trail as she walks--although the woman has no idea that this is happening. Is it Boadicea, back from the wars with the head of a general? Or April O'Neil with a special

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[demented_mama]

[The blood, yeah. It is hard to miss. This woman will notice so as she passes, a more manageable plastic handbag in her right hand.]

Someone's been busy.

[Have a third eye looking at you while we're at it.]

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[after_march]

Hmm? [April looks up. And does a double-take at that third eye, but very smoothly covers that up by pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes. And smearing blood across her forehead in the process. Wow, two of Luceti's "moms" are meeting.]

Hi! Well, you know---you want really fresh meat, sometimes.

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[demented_mama]

Ohohoh, hmmmm, does it still have its bite?

[Pause, then matter of fact.]

You're a mess.

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[after_march]

I am? [She reaches up to fix her hair again, then wipes at the side of her mouth. Just in case.

Bad idea, April.]

It's not even for me; I'm on more of a "the less blood the better" kind of diet.

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[demented_mama]

[Chuckle.]

You paint an interesting portrait of a serial killer.

Or a rather violent cannibal.

[Smile, she might as well take some pity on the poor woman.]

Do you want some help before you catch the nose of something unsettling?

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[after_march]

Uh....sure. It's really not that---[heavy. Oh. She looks down at her arms, and the front of her shirt.] Oh. My. God.

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[demented_mama]

[Bingo.]

When your son loses anywhere from 10 to 16 pints of blood in a bad year you learn to throw something on ♪

[The apron, as comfortable as it is, has saved many of her clothes over the year. She'll open her arms for the package to give April some relief.]

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[after_march]

Thanks. [She hands Mom the dubious package and proceeds to try to wipe her clothing and hands off in the snow.] Wow. Your son sounds like he puts you through the wringer.

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[demented_mama]

[She handles it like a pro once she gets a good enough hold on it. It won't be long before some of that blood from the package starts to leak through but true to her word, her apron will take the brunt of it.]

Ohoho, he's a regular pain in the butt.

He's a good boy, if not painfully dense, but he has the uncanny ability to attract the attention of any and all super freaks in any given area.

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[after_march]

I don't have any kids, but some days I feel like Mother of the Year. [She gives the other woman an appreciative smile.] I guess the worst part's the worrying. Like this meat, for example: I had no idea what vampires like to eat, except blood, and it...yeah. Blood.

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[demented_mama]

[Hum.]

I have two vampire girls as housemates, they need human blood, I imagine animal blood could work fine as well. They can't stand the taste of demon blood apparently, so I don't worry about being nibbled on in the middle of the night.

[Haaaaaah, that wouldn't go over well.]

They could also be described as demons themselves, what sort of one are you living with?

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[after_march]

[April looks at her sort of helplessly.] I don't even know. I don't know much about vampires. It's, uh...it's the Derek kind?

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[demented_mama]

[.....]

Hm?

[Huh. That makes what she saw on her front porch make a lot more sense. Assuming it's him. How likely is it? Pretty good, given that no one else spends time with vampires like vampire hunters.]

Born human, turned vampire?

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[after_march]

Yeah. After he died, he came back...different. I'm not really sure how it works.

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[demented_mama]

Are you afraid of him?

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[after_march]

Uh........maybe? A little? It's Derek.