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"Sol, listen. I know I should have said somethi-"


Mackenzie had done what she set out to do. She tore down a coven, and ensured there would be no chance of retaliation against herself or those in Sonder. It had been challenging, as a great weight had been set upon her shoulders with the task. One wrong move would have put everyone in danger, and they are not entirely out of the woods.

Victor knew everything. She had brought him back to New York with her once she had healed, and between supplying The Reverend with what was promised, and training, she talked out the finer details. While her handsome counterpart would say nothing in response, she could usually tell when she had a stupid idea. His gaze would flash dangerously at her, as if daring her to do whatever it is she came up with.

Daring her to endanger herself.

But now, when it is all said and done, she finds herself stopping mid-sentence as she tugs the scarf from around her neck. The sound of her cab can be heard rumbling out of the driveway and away from the warm cabin, and her icy blues are trained on the sight before her.

No. Nope. This isn't right.

Glancing around, she crosses the space to the stairs that would lead to the basement, otherwise known as Solomon's cave. The door creaks open easily, and she calls down for him. Nothing answers to her but silence. A 'tsk' of denial escapes her. Crossing the space to the kitchen table, she glances between the two figures sat there.

Lucy, the sweet child that was admittedly stolen from her family by herself and Solomon, and Victor. How Solomon could leave the kid here, alone, with Victor is beyond her. Surely, he had realized that she had stepped out.

It is obvious that she is tired, but she also does not know how to respond to this. Mackenzie presses her lips together before putting on a smile. Stepping up behind Lucy, she allows her fingers to comb through her hair from crown to end, before hugging the girl around her shoulders gently with an arm. "Everything okay...?"

The stress in her voice is obvious, though she works to keep her appearance calm. Quickly, she glances to Victor as she pulls out her phone, catching his eye before looking down at the device to scan through all of the notifications she has yet to be bothered with.

War declaration after war declaration, and a text from Solomon.

About going on a blind date.

"So... Lucy... you've met my..." she pauses, not knowing what to even call him, "..Victor. But what has you up so late? Or early?"

"I had a nightmare."

"Oh..." Frowning, she can feel the judgment rolling off of Victor. Mackenzie, maternal. Mackenzie, with a child she had failed to tell him about.

"And I had an accident."

Swallowing, she meets Victor's gaze before leaning down to sniff at the girl.
November 10, 2017 06:22 pm

Victor Lockheed

It hadn’t been long since he and Mackenzie had arrived in New York. They had been jetsetting quite a bit due to Mackenzie’s plans, and the duo had only just this evening arrived at the JFK airport. Mackenzie had given Victor directions to the cabin along with instructions to go on ahead without her, as she had some loose ends to tie up in town, and he’d done as she asked.

He’d rented a car to take him to the remote location, not particularly wanting to spend an hour with a cabbie who probably wouldn’t last the trip; he was starving. Mackenzie had informed him that there shouldn’t be anyone there just now, so when he arrived at the well-hidden, picturesque location and made his way into the cabin, it was certainly a surprise when he became acutely aware of a small heart beating steadily in an upstairs room.

She hadn’t said anything about a kid.

Despite the relentless predatory urge to investigate, he instead occupied himself with nosing around the downstairs area of the cabin. By the scent in the air, there were at least six people who frequented the cabin, and the smell of dog was almost nauseating.

Victor didn’t particularly enjoy being settled in one spot for any length of time, and by nature became bored easily. Victor and boredom were a catalytic mix. He almost wished her pet werewolf were around to provoke.

He was just investigating some pictures upon a side table near the couch when he heard the sound of little feet padding slowly down the hall upstairs. He turned, gaze lifted to the stairs with predatory interest. The little girl slowly made her way down, dragging a little pink blanket, and he judged her small frame to be no more than five years old. Old enough to be curious, but young enough to be an absolutely terrible judge of character.

She was brunette, pale with pinkened cheeks, and radiated an unnatural amount of heat. He could sense it from across the room. Large chocolate eyes spotted him from the foot of the stairs, and she stopped.

“Hi.” Her tiny voice piped up, croaky with sleep. It was nearing eleven pm, what was she even doing up?

“Hello.” Victor responded, deep voice guardedly bemused.

“Is Sol’min back?”

“No, just me.”

“Who’re you?”

“Who are you?”

She brought her pink blanket up, hugging it to her chest. “Lucy.”

Victor crossed his arms. “Victor. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“I had an accident.”

For f*ck’s sake.

He didn’t sign up for this sh*t.

Victor stared at her hard, although she didn’t seem put off by the black expression upon his face. She pulled uncomfortably at her polka dotted pajama pants, and he sighed audibly through his nose.


He uncrossed his arms and approached her, the scent of fresh urine touching his nose with the movement. He could hear the beat of her heart clearly. Children always had faster heart rates than adults, and the heat radiating off her skin was incredible.

His throat ached dryly.

Victor was a murderous b*stard. He had very little consideration for human life except for what it could do for him. However, if he slaked his thirst with this child, he was fairly certain Mackenzie would have his head.

Options weighed, he sighed and bent down to her level. If he wasn’t going to disembowel her, then he supposed he shouldn’t let her sit in her wet pants. Mackenzie would probably be upset with him for that, too.

“Alright, let’s go find you a change of clothes, kid.”


Victor ran the kid a warm, shallow bath, put a clean set of pajamas in the bathroom with her and decided to trust her to deal with that part herself. He was getting her out of soiled clothes, not playing daddy.

He haphazardly changed her wet sheets, hoping that she would just go back to bed when she was done, but it wasn’t long before he heard those little feet padding back down the stairs again. She’d put her shirt on backward. And inside out.

“I’m hungry.”

And that is how Mackenzie found the unlikely pair, sitting at the kitchen table, a half-empty tub of crunchy Jiff in front of the child with a spoon in her hand, and a decidedly moody Victor sitting across from her, hands clasped upon the table and counting the seconds it took for her to finish.

Mackenzie walked through the front door, extreme surprise and even a bit of dismay upon her features. Victor fixed her with a supremely accusing gaze, and watched as she confirmed to herself that the two of them had actually been alone for a fair length of time.

An impressively fake smile appeared on her face, and she came up behind Lucy, affectionately running her hands through her hair. Victor watched.

She caught his eye as she pulled out her phone, and he could see a slew of questions in that look. An annoyed expression briefly took hold of her face as she read a notification, but she plastered that smile right back on a moment later.

Victor’s silence during the two girls’ interchange was filled with all the snarky things he wasn’t saying, and he allowed the silence to stretch until Mackenzie leaned in to sniff at the kid.

“She’s cleaned up now. You’ve been gone a while, haven’t you.”

His accusing expression would have been more humorous if not for the fact that his already dark eyes were blackened with hunger.
November 11, 2017 05:17 pm


"I got sidetracked..." she mutters, giving him a withering look that tells tale of just what that means. Her business was extended when someone that smelled just too good walked by, practically forcing her hand into a meal. The heart wants what the heart wants, and when it is right in front of you, you should seize the moment. Victor practically preaches these things daily.

"Where's Sol'min?" The little voice demands, and Mackenzie swallows as she pushes her phone across the table toward Victor. He would be able to see the notifications clearly, and it would be obvious what is most bothersome out of all of them.

Realm Ghost
War Declaration

Realm Ghost
War Declaration on your Ally

Realm Ghost
War Declaration on your Ally


Got a date! Lucy sleeping upstairs. Thanks ahead of time.

A date. Solomon King, all of the sudden, got a date. She wonders briefly if it is because she flat out told him he needs to get laid, or if it is something else. There had to be a driving force there, because she had been sure until now that he would never actually date anyone. Ever.

He would die single, and a born-again virgin.

"Solomon is out with a friend, so it looks like we're having a sleepover. How grand. Are you tired?"


"Okay..." she sighs, giving the small girl one last little squeeze before making her way around the table to Victor. And obnoxious kiss is placed upon his cheek as she takes a seat beside him at the table and surveys the situation. Peanut butter. He fed her peanut butter. Mackenzie wasn't even aware that she had such a thing, but she decides to simply accept that it was stashed by one of Sonder's members.

"Is Victor your boyfriend?"

A this, Mackenzie smirks, giving Lucy a wink before looking at the English b-stard with a devilish glint to her eyes. "That depends, Lucy. What do you think of Victor? Is he boyfriend material?"
November 11, 2017 06:33 pm

Victor Lockheed

Victor’s black gaze narrowed at Mackenzie’s mention of becoming sidetracked, and with a quick appraisal of her appearance it became clear that she’d fed herself well. And she hadn’t even brought him home a doggy bag.


Lucy’s little soprano voice piped up, questioning the whereabouts of her caretaker, to which Mackenzie answered while smoothly sliding her phone across the table toward him. He quickly read the brief text upon the screen, and he gave a short huff of almost-amusement. Fixing Mackenzie with a side-eye, he conveyed his muted surprise.

Apparently he’s not as celibate as we thought?

Mackenzie relayed the kid friendly version of the story to Lucy before asking (rather hopefully, Victor thought) if she was tired. The answer was a resounding no. Victor didn’t bother hiding the tremendous eye roll in response. Really though, her energy was his fault. He’d set a tub of peanut butter in front of her.

In all fairness, he wasn’t the most up to date on the sugar content of people food. If he knew he was going to be taking care of a kid, he might’ve read Dr. Spock or something.

Mackenzie took a seat to Victor’s right and placed an obnoxious kiss upon his cheek as she sat, to which she received a withering glare. Yeah, he was a bit butthurt that she’d gone and eaten without him. He would’ve brought her home a snack.

Maybe he should just make a midnight snack out of Lucy. Or would that be a little too over the top?

“Is Victor your boyfriend?”

Mackenzie’s sh*t eating grin almost consumed her entire face. "That depends, Lucy. What do you think of Victor? Is he boyfriend material?"

Victor’s surly glare turned from Mackenzie to Lucy, and he tried to convey to the tiny girl across the table just how close he was to making her a munchie.

Lucy was entirely oblivious and/or immune to his black gaze, for she merely sucked thoughtfully on a large spoonful of Jiff before answering. “Well. He made the water in my bath too hot.” She eyed him carefully, obviously taking Mackenzie’s question seriously. “And he got the Wonder Woman jammies when I asked him for the Minnie Mouse ones.”

How did she even know? Her shirt was inside out.

“But I looooove peanut butter, and Sol’min never lets me have it before I sleep.” As a final thought, she stated emphatically through a mouth of the gooey goodness: “And I like his curly hair. It bounces when he walks. So yeah, I think he’s good boyfriend mateeral.”

Alright. Maybe he’d just be hungry tonight.
December 27, 2017 06:53 pm


He's upset, and being a real baby. Mackenzie can barely keep herself from going over the top and making a tiny little scene about - who is she kidding? Even if she had brought him just a morsel, it would have gone to waste. If anything, she did him a favor. Waste not, want not.

Victor could have a snack later.

'Well. He made the water in my bath too hot.'

She tsks gently, shaking her head minutely as her gaze falls upon Lucy's lament. Her opinion matters, in her own mind. To Mackenzie, it does not much matter what anyone might say about Victor.

'And he got the Wonder Woman jammies when I asked him for Minnie Mouse ones.'

"C'mon, Feb... surely you can tell the difference," a shocked glance is cast in his direction as she puts in her own admonishment. And then, Lucy continues. Her love for peanut butter, and her praise that places Victor upon an edible pedestal much higher than Solomon.

'And I like his curly hair.'

Finally, the girl pulls from Mackenzie a true smile, who then gifts a nod that seems to seal the deal. "It's settled then. If you approve, I'll keep him. Maybe we can get him to teach Solomon how to shave," her final jest is made as she sits back in her chair. Naturally, that would never happen. She hopes and prays the two would never meet.

It is then that she realizes that Lucy would surely tell Solomon of her visit with Victor, and she is sure there would be hell to pay on her part. Mackenzie had insisted they would never come here together, and made as clear as she could without giving gory details why he would never meet the man. And here they are. With Lucy. And they'd been alone.

Yea. He'd not be happy at all.

Her attention is placed upon her phone, and she absently opens it up to glances over the pending war declarations. Spring. Spring had lost her goddamn mind. Mackenzie retains the sigh that wants to escape, knowing full well that she has played a hand in this madness. Honestly, she had no idea the girl held any true love for someone she never talks about.


"...So... has Solomon been hanging out with anyone, lately? Any ladies coming around a lot? Or men, you know." Clearing her throat, she finds herself meeting the blank stare of a child that does not understand the true core of her line of questioning. "Um... does he have a special friend? Like I have Victor?"

In her moment of shameless curiosity, she squints as she awaits the answer while slowly reaching for the tub of peanut butter as if Lucy is a T-Rex ready to pounce upon any sign of movement. "Vic, how much was in this thing to begin with?"

The latter question is mutter under her breath for only the ears of her bloodthirsty companion.



December 30, 2017 05:26 pm

Victor Lockheed

“It's settled then. If you approve, I'll keep him.”

Victor laid a knowing smirk upon Mackenzie. As if that decision hadn’t come and gone eons ago. If it could really be called a decision. It just was.

Sighing, Victor leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed, feeling decidedly provoked by this entire situation. Not that he was being deliberately annoyed by the two females, but it was rather the fact that this setting grated on him. He was absolutely not one of those individuals who enjoyed the quiet country life. The decades had passed over Victor, and would continue to pass, but he could never bring himself to live anywhere but a big city. He needed to be near the heartbeat of civilization, and this? This godforsaken plot of land was the toe.

And not just because it stunk.

He didn’t really see the appeal of the cabin to a person like Mackenzie. Alike as they were, they had very different sensibilities about some things. There just wasn’t enough to do out here. Victor doesn’t do boredom. It was problematic, as he would inevitably create his own fun.

"...So... has Solomon been hanging out with anyone, lately? Any ladies coming around a lot? Or men, you know."

Victor was pulled from his antagonistic thoughts by Mackenzie’s question. Was that a hint of jealousy he detected?

Not that he minded. Vampires were naturally jealous, volatile creatures.

Mackenzie had begun to slowly pry the jar of peanut butter from Lucy’s hands.

In response to her question, Victor considered the half-empty jar. “Oh… it was about full. Why?”

She didn’t immediately respond, as Lucy had piped up. “Special friend? Umm… well, I’ve heard him on the phone with one person a lot, but I dunno if it’s a girl or a boy. Quinnie? Maybe a girl, probably. Oh, he’s with Bones all the time!”

She still hadn’t let go of the jar. In fact, she had gotten up out of her seat to hang onto it as Mackenzie slowly pulled it from her. “Wait wait, I’m done done yet..”

Rolling his eyes, Victor stood from the table and snatched up the jar of peanut butter from both of them, none too gently. “Yes you are. Go to bed.”

“But I-”


Her chin lifted defiantly for a moment, a little like Mackenzie did sometimes, he thought, but she ultimately grabbed her blanket from the arm of the chair and stomped off upstairs.

The duo watched her huffy retreat, and Victor raised a brow at Mackenzie as the girl disappeared. “There.”

Stepping away from the table, Victor walked to the kitchen to replace the jar where he’d found it in the pantry.

“Cute kid. I didn’t realize Solomon had a daughter.”
January 05, 2018 11:16 am


The two answer her questions in turn, and her retort to Victor is quickly nullified by Lucy's chatter. She perks up as the girl talks of several phone calls, only for her shoulder to slump and eyes to roll at the name she is given.


How quaint and adorable. Of course Solomon would latch onto that sweet, innocent little blond that he rescued from the ruins of a destroyed apartment building. Mackenzie remembers the girl well enough. He'd been mesmerized by her, and she has to admit, the girl is perplexing.

Oh, he's with Bones all the time!

"Well that's not appropriate..."

But the kid has refused to relinquish her hold upon the jar, and Mackenzie will not back down. She is doing her very best to be gentle about it, though she is confident that Lucy might end up being dragged across the table before she simply lets go. That is, of course, until Victor abruptly stands and pulls it from both their grips.

She watches the exchange with wide eyes, noting the way in which Lucy jerks her chin at Victor's demands. Probably not boyfriend material anymore, poor guy. An amused gaze finds Victor's dark stare, only a hint of annoyance present.

'Cute kid. I didn't realize Solomon had a daughter.'

"His daughter is dead. Wife, too."

Mackenzie's words are flat as she speaks them, recalling all too well that trip to the cemetery shortly after meeting Solomon King. Clearing her throat, she lets her gaze fall to the surface of the table. "Her parents are, too. He took her in."

There is always a little resentment present when it comes to Lucy. If not for this little girl, Mackenzie would likely still be frozen out of Solomon's life. Just the same, the only reason he thought to contact her was because he needed help with this child. He didn't want to reach out... he was forced to. And that is precisely why Mackenzie would never hold any true love for her, though she would ensure the world would think just the opposite.

Except for Victor.

"He chains himself up on the full moon, and had broken free. That's how that happened."

That being Lucy.
January 05, 2018 03:13 pm
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