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Quitting's for quitters.

Or dead people. Which is what you're supposed to be.

Being dead isn't the same as quitting, it just means someone, or something, forced you out of the game.

Alright, but this isn't a video game. You only get one life. Mind telling me how you bounced back?

I never died.

So what happened? You fell down...sleeping?

Yeah, that's exactly how it happened...

[ooc: he's a big baby when it comes to dead/un-dead/his siring in general, so he probably won't dignify her with a proper answer, but #26 here (http://users.livejournal.com/_classact_/13959.html) answers it :D]

If only it were always that easy.

No fucking kidding. And they cheat at scrabble. 18th century slang is still fucking slang. I don't care how long it's been around.

You played Scrabble with a lot of vamps?

Yeah, well, I'm not very good a Twister. Bad hip.

Cause the game was the part I was commenting on.

Vampires tend to have a lot of down time. And they aren't all cool like in the movies. Most of them are boring as hell. They're old people trapped in younger clammy pale bodies. They bitch about how things were better in their day and assuming they are the stick up their butt gotta look like a bad ass type, most of them are down with either cards or puzzle games. Thankfully, I was cured before I got that lame but not before listening to endless bitching and scrabble games boring enough to make you want to stake yourself in the eye.

Yeah, I know all that.

But what do you mean before you were cured? Why the hell have I never heard this story?

Mysteries never cease. Guess you missed the 3 night expose on ABC. Barbara Walters hosted. I found that I look really good in that fuzzy soft lighting thing she has going. Makes my eyes pop.

Look, kid, it's not like it's a story that a lot of people know. At least not from my perspective. It was the Montesi formula. A spell. Killed all the tall, dark and bitey only I wouldn't feed on anything living so I only almost died.

Right. She hasn't talked to you yet.

You almost died? Yeah, I guess that's not exactly the story either of you would have wanted to share with me.

She who? Am I supposed to know you or something?

Abby.

Guess she hasn't told you yet.

I guess not. Who the fuck are you?

Fuck.

I was really hoping she'd be the one to tell you. I mean, she took it well but...you've always been a bit more high strung.

...Hi dad.

*Takes a moment with raised eyebrows and stares at her strangely*

Ummm... no.

She shrugs

Don't know what to tell you. Sorry.

*eyebrows knit together* I'll bite. Whose your mom supposed to be? *silently prays not Colorado not Colorado not Colorado*

Abby. Who else would it be?

Well, there was this chick in Denver but so far so good on that front.

*cocks his head* You're not my kid. Especially not if it's with Abs. Not because of the age or anything. Zoe all grown up is running around here to. I've given up questioning it. Thing is I can't. I mean I'm not like impotent or anything. My soldier's still fightin' strong. He's just shooting blanks. So you see? You can't be mine. Maybe if you were with someone before I was vamped out but not after.

I don't know what to tell you. Did you wanna go get tested?

That involve needles or just one of those q-tip things?

I believe it would involve needles, da....King.

*eyes widen slightly and he clears his throat* Okay, we'll compromise. You can call me big papa but you can't live with me and I'm not paying any sort of child support. Deal?

Yeah, I'm not calling you that. And I can support myself just fine.

Fine. Take all the fun out of it. See if I care.

How old are you anyway?

All the fun, really?

I'm eighteen.

Wow. I must be like 60 wherever you're from. I didn't lose my hair, right? That would suck.

So if you are my kid what in the hell are you doing hunting? Did Abs fuck me stupid or something? Seriously, we don't even like Zoe getting as into it as she's been lately.

When you fuckfaces are all dead sounds good to me.

God, you're like fucking cockroaches.

Now who the hell are you?

{Haha! Win!}

Your best fuck dream and worst nightmare all in one.

[ooc: :P]

See, I think you're wrong there. My worst nightmare is being in class naked, and my best dream is a naked George Clooney. Sorry.

Halfway there with the naked.

You can get me a naked George Clooney?

I don't fuck around with Hollywood, I leave that to the Nancy boy.

Then I don't know what you're talking about.

Nothing to worry your pretty blond head about.

Well gee, don't I feel just ever so much better?

By the way, if you ever say anything to me that even remotely resembles flirting, I'll stick a stake up your ass before putting a UV bullet in your heart, got it?

Do you people ever come up with original threats? I've been around a long time, I've heard them all. Yours was pretty lame.

Who the hell said I was going for creativity points? I was stating a fact.

Take it from me, you should go for creativity points in the future.

Yes, because impressing you is why I'm here.

You said it. You're entertainment and food. Can't think of any other reasons I'd want to keep you around.