Finders Keepers

[all_too_familiar]

Sometimes witches have powers before they turn. But this is rare, uncommon.

More often, a potential witch displays almost nothing out of the ordinary at all. Just, say, a little more skill with people, a little more natural charisma. An extra dose of something that could almost be called luck, if one were paying attention and on the lookout for witches.

There is one such maybe-potential, right over there. He's not from around here, but he is fluent in Italian and French and German and he professes that English is his first language and laughs when people call him a liar because of his perfect accent. He might not be the most powerful, but a polyglot witch could be useful for something. And who knows, maybe there's more to it.

Maybe someone would care to find out.

Comments

[poll_the_stars]

She would like to stick to going out at night.

She is very, very careful about this, though. There are lots of people! People are very breakable. Some people bleed monthly, and while this wouldn't send her into a frenzy on account of the hormones in the blood, it still makes it a bit uncomfortable. So she's going to mostly stay indoors and keep away from the squishy humans. She is worried for their safety.

(But she joyously copies all of the materials, look at all of these materials she can copy, there are so many, look at them all! Gold and silver and brick and iron and steel and every single material she can walk up and touch.)

[honey_twining]

The coven has accumulated a reasonable quantity of more or less useless possessions over the years, many of which are made of unusual materials.

[poll_the_stars]

Excellent. She will be an inspiration for pokemon: gotta catch 'em all. All of the materials will be hers.

[honey_twining]

Meanwhile, except for mostly-Edward, sometimes-Carlisle-or-Esme keeping an eye on her, they go about their lives as normal.

[teleia]

But not for that long.

[honey_twining]

"Yvette, you might want to leave," Edward says suddenly, one late night, interrupting himself at the piano.

[poll_the_stars]

She looks up from her latest attempt to refine her power.

"Okay? Why?"

[honey_twining]

"Because Carlisle is on his way home with a bleeding woman he's decided to turn."

[poll_the_stars]

"That," she says faintly, "is a very good reason."

She pockets her half-transmuted current project and zips away to pack a suitcase so she can be elsewhere for a while and runs over the things another newborn would want to know and what she'll have to deal with and -

It occurs to her that the bleeding woman might have a similar reservation about vampirism that Yvette might, and that Yvette personally has a way to maybe copy and remake the important parts before vampirism makes it impossible.

"Edward, can you tell if she cares?" she asks, freezing mid-pack.

[all_too_familiar]

(Blair has absolutely no idea what she's talking about, but he continues packing for her, because of course he's going with her. He doesn't ask.)

[honey_twining]

"I - she's not exactly thinking about that right now - but - if I had to guess, yes?" Edward says. "If you hold your breath I'll ask her."

[poll_the_stars]

"Okay."

She takes a deep breath, and then stops breathing. She helps Blair finish packing, and then, to stop herself from anxiously pacing at vampire speed, sits resolutely on the ground. She fidgets.

[honey_twining]

Carlisle is home in another two minutes. She's already bitten, whimpering more than screaming, only half-conscious.

Edward whispers in her ear; Carlisle looks at him and then Yvette, startled.

Edward looks at Yvette, and nods.

[poll_the_stars]

Well, now she has a job to do.

That actually makes this much, much easier. It makes it very simple.

She zips to the woman's side, and focuses on doing her job. Her knowledge of anatomy is not as fantastic as Carlisle's, but she was a fucking nurse, and she knows the general area she's aiming for. Besides, she can just copy it all. The problem is that to do it she needs to touch the bleeding woman's abdomen, and that is currently covered in blood and stop hesitating you idiot every second you waste is putting her potential children at risk and she touches it anyway and copies and moves the transmutation area and copies again and again in an efficient grid system until she's definitely gotten everything she possibly can in the relevant area.

Yvette flinches away and zips to the sink because fucking hell her hand is now covered in blood fuck fuck fuck fuck. She doesn't bother with soap, just getting most of it off will help - shit she can just transmute it to water can't she, she's an idiot, she does that. Water.

She actually belatedly notes she dented the sink's handles a bit in her very justified desperation but doesn't care and retrieves her suitcase from Blair and then runs.

[honey_twining]

Edward chases her. "Don't go to the island. We may have to put her there."

[poll_the_stars]

...

Yeah she was actually going to go to the island, it's a really good thing he mentioned this. Of course they might need it.

"Right. Yes. Blair -"

[all_too_familiar]

"Zero people central, follow me," he agrees. "Edward, you're not coming, right -?"

[honey_twining]

"Do you need me? She might."

[all_too_familiar]

He glances at his sister.

"No, stick with her," he says, because after that he thinks they're good.

[honey_twining]

Edward nods and turns and runs home.

[all_too_familiar]

And the duo turn and run off to a very isolated part of the forest, to not be around people and eat some wildlife.

If someone doesn't come to find them, they'll be back in four days.

[alicornucopia]

Esme is home alone. The blood is all scoured away. "Hello. Rosalie is - fine."

[poll_the_stars]

"Hello. Is she adjusting okay?" asks Yvette, a little anxiously.

[alicornucopia]

"Well. Sort of. She finished turning on the island. She's not quite as even-keeled as you were and she doesn't like being a vampire as much as you do," Esme says. "And she made a... clear-headed decision, not an impulse, to go after the men who attacked her. I can't say we're happy about it but to stop her we'd have to... well. She isn't acting irrationally, so we are... not intercepting her."

[poll_the_stars]

"Oh," says Yvette, blinking. ... She can't say she blames her for this decision.