Chapter 1: Breakfast o' breakfast thy got wall punched.

I walked through the door and saw Keason hunched over his bowl of cereal. I padded across the wooden floor to the mahogany table and pulled out one of the two chairs not in use, "Morning." He muttered staring gloomy into his bowl of whatever, he nibbled on a bagel as I ran a hand through my 'cute cow lick' bed head as he called it which meant I had a swoop at the top of my head.

"Who pissed in your cheerios?" I mumbled as I stretched my arms above my head. "Shan..." Keason sighed and shook his head as he put down his bagel, "Did he 'chill' at Asteroid's again?" I questioned as he turned away from me, to stare into the very interesting blank wall.

Keason sighed again, finally turning to look at me after a few seconds of silence. "Yeah... I'm sorry I know he's your brother but-" I cut him off, "Hey," I put my hand over his, "It's good Keason."

I stood up, my chair making a terrible "SCREECH" as it slid across the floor, I scanned the counter hoping some wonderful breakfast food would jump out at me. Keason chuckled a bit and I turned to him.

"Thanks my little human." He smirked, "I told you not to call me that." I protested grabbing a piece of toast in front of the toaster, it was still warm.

"Besides, we know you aren't a vampire you just have extremely long canines, I do too but I don't have delusions of grandeur." I added, smearing butter across the face of the toast.

Keason snorted and his unusually long canines that he loved to boast about glinted in the sun, "Fair point..." I saw a sparkle in his starry midnight eyes. I chewed my toast thoughtfully as I waited for him to finish thinking of a new nickname that would get him smacked by me.

"My moon." His mouth twitched with amusement as he watch my expression change into my spastic laughter, "Wow, way to make even more of a joke out of yourself, Keason Iumoon Ridganger."

Shan walked in through the door at the exact moment Keason swatted the toast out of my hand, making it hit the wall with a 'thwap'. My brother looked a bit disheveled but not worse for wear. "Well, where were you last night?" Keason leaned back in his chair, I flashed him a grin before stealing half of his bagel. I held it up, "Touche." He said, and I bit into it, "Wait, what did you put in this? It's actually REALLY good!" Keason's eyes widened.

Keason stared at Shan with a look of horror, "No you didn't!?" Shan mouthed, Keason just nodded mournfully, I took another bite watching them with mild interest, but briefly I caught a smile on the corner of Keason's mouth.

"Ima take a shower." I mumbled, my mouth still full. Keason lunged quick as a snake and stole the rest of his bagel from my grasp, "Nuh uh, no stealing my bagel, my little v-human!"

"V... human? As in v-8 juice?" I joked and Shan sighed, "How am I related to you? You can't even make a good joke!" I raised an eyebrow and let out an 'evil' laugh, "Oh, Shan, y'know mom and dad made a joke on this day 26 years ago."

Keason snickered and I turned on him, "Oh, no you don't. You look like a basic white boy; blond hair, blue eyes, good build, and 5,10 height." Keason tapped his lip with a finger, a smile playing across his face, "Did I hear you say correctly, a 'good build' as in-" He flexed his nearly non-existent biceps.

"Muscley?" I finished with a laugh, "Don't flatter yourself." I walked away as Shan and Keason started having a laughing fit, "She's 5,8 Keason, being two inches taller than a 23 year old isn't that big of an accomplishment." I heard Shan punch Keason on the shoulder, "Oh, year well try being an inch taller than her!"

I shook my head and walked into the bathroom but I immediately ran out of the bathroom and into my room to grab my towel and clothes, a fresh pair of light blue jeans and a black shirt.

I ran back into the bathroom and locked the door before undressing and hopping into the shower and cranking it to the highest point possible, the water heater sucks.

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