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I said I'm evil without even trying...

Who: Kenzi and ANYONE!
What: Catch-all log for species swap featuring FAEPIRE KENZI! Info post here
Where: House 20 and anywhere else!
When: Day 58, 59, 60, and 61 (leave the day in the header so I can sort out timeline stuff please)
Warnings: Gore, violence, vampirism, blood, hijinks
Notes: You can either just reply with your character running into her somewhere, or hit me up via plurk/PM and I can start something specifically for your character! I'd be happy to do the later if you'd prefer so don't even worry about asking. I will be tagging this for the rest of ever. It does not matter when you tag in! I will reply.

If she'd been awake to see it, Kenzi would have been indescribably proud of the sweet Beetlejuice reference she was currently making. The blanket was pulled up over her shoulder and she was lying horizontally as you usually do when sleep happens. The only difference between this morning and any other morning was the fact that she was currently hovering about three feet above her bed.

Her hair hung down like the sides of the blanket, but the rest of her was perfectly comfy and impressively level mid-air... until the sun in her eyes finally woke her up and she dropped back onto her bed with a thud before bolting upright, looking around frantically and breathing pretty damn rapidly. What the hell was that?! What the hell is in her mouth!? Why the hell did she suddenly feel so... powerful?

... And why the hell doesn't her arm hurt?

First things first. She made quick work of unwrapping the bandages on her arm, laughing incredulously when it came away to reveal the skin underneath was perfectly healed, smooth, and not itchy for the first time in months! There was definitely some freaky fae shiz going on around here! And Kenzi was only mildly surprised to realize that she couldn't wait to find out what it was.

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"Shit." He lets her... uh, sniff, since he's a little preoccupied with how weird he feels, combined with the shock of Kenzi being all floaty and fae-y, anyway. Then he looks up, looks at her, just to see if anything looks different -- just in case it's not her.

"I feel fucking weird. And I had this like -- really intense dream last night. -- Wait, fae how? Did the shit on your arm do this?" He wants to move and sit down on the bed, but Kenzi's in a weird spot.

She hops off his shoulder as soon as he says dream and lands lightly on one foot, turning to face him with CONCERN, not accusation. It happens very quickly. Faster than fast. Vamp speed, so cool!

"Weird how? And what was the dream?" Forget the arm. Forget how! She's gotta make sure Galen's okay and not ... falling back into something that could have ruined his life. "Spill! Everything you remember. Go!"

"No -- Kenz, wait, are you okay? Are you not, like, fucking freaked out?" Her arm is suddenly better, and she's floating! She also looks the tiniest bit different, but he can't put his finger on it. Maybe he's just projecting how freaked out he feels, himself, because something isn't right and he knows it. He just doesn't want to acknowledge it.

Could it be how her eyes look a little more silvery? Or her slightly paler complexion. Nah, it's totally how silky-smooth her hair looks. That's gotta be it.

"No, I'm not freaked out. If anything, I'm totes nostalgic and a little homesick. I can handle this. I've been practicing all morning and pretty much dreaming about it since I met Bo, don't worry about me while I'm worrying about you!" Seriously, Galen. It's her job. You are interfering with her job. How dare you. She pushes him towards the bed so he will sit the hell down and leans in close.

"What did you dream about?" Fuck, he really, really, REALLY smells really good-- oh. That's not... Maybe it-- ... worry about it later. "This is more important, Sugarcookie." He's more important. Especially if it's the stuff from before. Especially if it could fuck Jesse up, too!

Galen sits down, and then remembers his glasses, but just before he goes to reach for them, he notices something strange: he can see. When he looks across the room, he can see the edges of the stupid video camera clearly. Quickly, he reaches a hand up to push at one of his eyelids, to see if maybe he has his contacts in, or something -- but no. His glasses are off, and he can see. What the hell.

He shakes his head, then, staring at his feet. Thinking about it makes him nervous, he doesn't want to.

"It's -- all this fucked up blur, it's nothing. It's not like that." He and Anna killed all the snakes, he's sure of it. "Like an actual dream. I haven't had one of my own in -- fucking forever."

Okay, so ... maybe this is something else. Maybe it wasn't the goo on her arm or the rash. Maybe it's not, though! Maybe-- She needs something to compare all this to.

She jumps up to crouch on the edge of the bed easily and fluidly, balancing steadily on her toes with her hands folded in her lap. At least she's more coordinated now.

Kenzi doesn't take her eyes off him. Not even when she gets a sort of chill and they flash glowing-violet for a split second. Later. Later. "Is there anything else you can do now that you couldn't do before?"

Galen shakes his head again and finally looks up, just missing that violet flash. It's hard to describe that he feels different, and how he feels different -- but at least he has somewhere to start. He can focus on the weirdness of being able to see without his glasses, instead of the memories of last night that are slowly becoming clearer.

"Uh -- I don't need my glasses." He peers down at where Kenzi is perching. Fucking weird. "So that's something. And I feel weird. Like -- fuck, something in my head, I dunno. -- Not in a bad way. Just."

"Different?" She attempts to finish that thought for him.

Yeah, that's pretty weird. The suddenly perfect vision. She squeezes on eye shut and pokes him in the cheek, because that is the obvious test for glasses-less eyesight-- no it's not, she just felt like it. Breaking the tension!

"Guess we'll just have to keep an eye on you, huh? Good thing I've got two of those biatches and also apparently super-strength. Let's see those fuckers try to take anyone else away from me now!"

Galen snorts and nudges her, just to see if she tips over. This is so weird. He feels like he's woken up in a completely different place, like he's been asleep for days, and something is nagging at him. Something about pie and grass and dirt --

He clears his throat and rubs his hands over his jeans uncomfortably. "Yeah, I wouldn't fuck with you, floaterella." Ugh. "Fuck, I have this like -- feeling in my chest, but if I think about it I feel like I --"

Fwoosh. A trail of dark smoke spreads halfway across the room, and when it stops, Galen isn't sitting on the bed, anymore -- he's standing by the doorway, staring at his hands, eyes flashing a vivid yellow-green.

"Oh -- shit --"

She doesn't tip so much as slowly lean at an impossible angle while grinning just to mess with him! Because it's cool. And because she can. So there. In hindsight, probably not the best idea! Because when he disappears, leaving that trail of black smoke, and shows up again with those eyes, she sucks in a sharp breath and falls to the floor.

Oh my god.

Oh my GOD.

She's seen this before. She felt it! The same black smoke, but through her chest leaving her cold and gasping for air. Those eyes staring back at her from on top of her best friend's chest. Fucking-- "MARE! Galen, you're a freakin' MARE! For the love of all things Bowie, you got fae'd too! Oh my god--" What if it's her fault? What if she infected him?! Either by letting him help her with her arm or... the other thing.

All she can do is stare at him, still on the floor and totally freaking out. Can vampires hyperventilate?

... Yyyyyyep. Yes they can. Totally can.

"Shit --"

Shit, he doesn't even have time to panic, because Kenzi is panicking, and that takes priority. Of course, he doesn't mean to do that fucking Nightcrawler thing again to return to her side, so he's a little disoriented when he drops down to his knees and sort of... hovers his hands.

"Kenzi -- Kenzi, hey, breathe, calm down. Kenz. Shit --"

So much for being tough! She's not scared of him as much as the fact that she possibly broke her Squishy. "I contaminated your face!" Definitely freaked about that part.

Calming down is taking a little longer with him being all whooshy and FAE and-- ... well, who said this had to be a bad thing? Galen being fae meant Galen would be stronger and less fragile and not all the shitty things her friends kept reminding her about when she was the only human on the front lines. Breathe. Calm down. He's fine! He's better than fine, now. They're both fae! Makes her wonder if anyone else is.

She pushes herself up and scoots a little closer to wrap her arms around him. They're gonna be just fine.

"I don't think you did this," he breathes, eyes returning to normal, not that he's aware of the change. He hugs her close, for a moment, glad for the contact, because he feels sick. Those images are still pulling at him, and now that he knows that, somehow, he's been fucking fae'd, things are making more sense. Last night. Dreaming. Kenzi told him about mares, and what they do, and it wasn't a dream as much as a nightmare, and this feeling is all too familiar --

"Fuck, I'm gonna puke," he mumbles uneasily, squeezing his eyes shut. "Kenz, this isn't okay."

"I might have. It could have been me, dude, seriously. Magically fixed arm? Fae powers? Norn goo? Who helped me change bandages a million times?" It's logical! So far. Jesse's gonna kill her.

What? No! It's totally okay. Why is it not okay? This is supposed to be good, totally unexpected news. "Not on the hair, man." Jokes! But seriously, do not puke in her hair. She pulls back enough to look at him, feeling his forehead with the back of her hand before cupping his cheek. Not sick-sick, then. Maybe shock-sick. Or stress-sick. "It's totally okay, Galen. Trust me! We just gotta get the hang of it. It took Bo a while to figure shiz out, too! But I've got all the insider tips. Maybe I woke you up too soon and interrupted you while you were eating or something."

While he was eating. Because that's what they do, that's how they feed; they give people nightmares and feed off of them, or feed off of the fear, or whatever the hell Kenzi told him they do. That's what last night was. It wasn't a dream. It was him, hungry and going after dreams (a grassy pit, so many bodies, a white white white room), like before but worse.

"Kenzi." He reaches up, grips at her wrist. "Kenzi, I think I attacked people with fucking nightmares last night, how is that okay?"

He can't do this again.

Holyshit, now who's turn is it to calm down? This isn't like the other thing. This is different! She just has to explain and he'll get it and they'll be fine.

She doesn't move her hand, she's going for sympathetic but firm, here. He needs to understand. "Because it has to be. It's survival. No nightmares, no food, sick Squishy. Most people are going to have them anyway! You just gotta go all karate kid and learn to hone those skills and snack regularly because if you try to resist it? The hunger's gonna drive you crazy and you're gonna snap it's really hard to stop a mare. I know. I've tried. But we've gotta eat, Galen."

It's not bad. It can be, but it's usually not bad. It's nature! Bo can do it, they can do it, too! Maybe it's easier for Kenzi to grasp because she's seen all this shit up close and formed her own opinion on all of it. No fae is in inherently bad just because of the way they were born. They become total assholes later on in life! Also nature.

"No, no -- what the fuck?" He pulls away from her hand, scrambles back a little. It's less to do with her, and more to do with needing space. She's talking like this is permanent. Like this isn't another fucked up Kore thing. Because that's what it has to be, right -- he's not going to live as a fucking nightmare monster, he's not going to do that to people again. Oh, god, what if he went after Jesse last night? What would Jesse say? He never wanted to see that look on his face again.

"I'm not fucking doing this. I'm not giving people nightmares again, I -- have -- have you seen Ned?" Oh, god, he can remember his face, how scared he was. "I don't care if I get sick. I don't want people to be afraid to sleep, I don't want them afraid of me, I -- last time -- fuck, last time I had something in me and my best friends still can't look me in the eye!"

He shifts to his knees, eyes stinging, and with that feeling, they've subtly changed -- an emotional response.

"Kenz -- I can't."

Oh, wow. Even if it wasn't to get away from her, the fact that he moved away still kind of hurts. Hurts a lot, actually. No, she hasn't seen Ned. No, she's not going to let him get sick. That's not an option. Hurting people is probably kind of bad, okay, but it doesn't have to be that intense and she doesn't know how to explain that to him--

"Feed on me." It's out before she even realizes what she's saying. But what's the big deal? Fae feeds are stronger. She is stronger than these people. "Just feed on me instead. I can take it. Trust me, there's a freakin' buffet in there. No one has to get messed up. I'll do it. You just have to focus. Be awake when you feed instead of doing it automatically-- ... you're not pregnant, are you?"

What? Just making sure!

"What?"

The question is so ridiculous, in the middle of all of this, that he actually laughs, and he has to lean on the bed to keep from just falling over. He's ignoring Kenzi's suggestion to feed on her, for now, because that sounds so fucking weird, and he just leans with his eyes buried against his forearm, genuinely unsure whether he's laughing, now, or crying.

"Are you serious? No, I'm not fucking pregnant."

"Yes, I'm serious. It would be a totally different story if you were eating for more than one. Gotta be sure Jesse's not overly potent! Covering all my bases. It's for my own safety, okay?" She'll take frantic laughter mixed with some tears over flat out crying. He's just so against this and it could still be her fault. It feels like all she's done since she met Galen is screw up his life.

Her already strained smile fades and she hugs her knees to her chest, rocking backward a little before hovering a few inches off the floor. "I'll fix it. There's probably a way." The violet glow returns, holding steady now instead of flashing. She should probably get out of here. Just gonna start floating towards the door.

He does stare at her for a moment longer, because she has to be joking - unless she failed to mention that, barf, male fae can get pregnant, but what the fuck - but -- the look on her face. And, shit, her eyes. He swipes an arm over his face, then sits up so he can reach out and take Kenzi by the arm.

"Hey -- hey. Stop. Are you okay? Do you... you said you need to eat." A hesitant pause. "What does that... mean, exactly."

She was totally joking! Until it suddenly became not time for joking. Shit got serious as... shit.

His hold on her arm stops her slow, anti-gravity escape for now. She's still hovering but she's not trying to leave. She could leave. It would be easy. She's so strong now! He is, too, but she knows what she's doing. At least, she thinks she does.

That glowing gaze fixes itself on Galen and she tilts her head just slightly. Judging from his reaction to his own method of feeding, she's fairly certain he's not going to be okay with what she has to do. "I don't think you wanna know." More like 'I don't think I want to tell you.' Bo would understand. But Galen isn't Bo.

It's... kind of unsettling, but Kenzi is his friend, floating and eye-glowing or not. He doesn't let go, realizing that she hasn't exactly told him what she's become, yet.

"I wanna know. Let me help."

"... Pretty sure I need blood. Pretty sure that's why you smell so good." Fae blood. Fae feeds. Bigger rush, bigger hit, stronger fae. It makes sense now. Idly, she wonders what other people will smell like... if she could tell who was human and who was something else.

"Don't freak, okay? I'm not gonna attack anyone. I'll eat rabbits or something." That could work, right? Brad Pitt totally ate rats in that vamp movie with Tom Cruise!

"... Oh. Shit, like a vampire?" Duh, Galen, of course like a vampire. He shakes his head; he wouldn't attack anyone, either, if he could help it, but he's read enough vampire-related shit to know that if she's hungry, she won't be able to resist. Just like he won't. Fuck.

"Let me help. If this thing fixed my eyes, I can probably handle a cut, right?" Hell, he's still offering, even if he's wrong.

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