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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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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.

"Exactly like a vampire." Dream come true, right? Well... it had been until Galen popped the funtacular fae bubble. Now she just feels guilty and she hasn't even snacked on anyone yet!

She shakes her head, "Why do you get to swoop in and offer to be the big hero but you totes blew me off when I offered first? No way, dude. Friendship isn't one-sided--" Ugh. Deja vu. Only this was a conversation with Party. She lets her feet hit the floor and stands up. This is serious! "Mutual or not at all. That's how this works."

"Because giving a little blood isn't the same as letting someone manipulate your fears and like -- childhood trauma," he points out. He's pretty sure he's in the right, here, but he's also pretty sure that Kenzi isn't going to change her mind.

Sighing, he pushes himself to his feet, too, a little surprised by how easy it is. "You would seriously, voluntarily let me do that?"

Fuck childhood trauma! How bad could it be? Okay, so she's seen how bad it can be, but she's gonna do it anyway! It's all in the look she's giving him. Done deal. "Pretty sure you can't beat my mom when it comes to fear manipulation. I think I can handle it, Squishy."

When he stands, she briefly does the patented face-squish. "Yes. I seriously would. Got your back no matter how stupid, you know that." He's one of the few people still here that she'd do anything for. "I still think I'm getting the better end of the deal, here. I just have to pass out. You're the one that has to be in pain--" Oh god, maybe she can't do this. Hurting Galen? Noooooo, nope. No way. Nu-uh.

"... Maybe we should come up with something else."

"I can handle it," he says flatly, reaching for her hand. Eugh, she's so cold, it's weird. But he wants to squeeze her hand for reassurance, because thanks to this place, they both have to do unsettling, shitty things. At least, thank god, they can still be friends.

"I guess it's a deal."

You're weird. And really warm. And still really good-smelling. Woah. She gives his hand a squeeze right back and moves in a little closer. Her eyes are getting brighter. Stupid! Why did you go and use up all your energy messing around with stupid powers and stuff?

"Think you can handle it right now?"

Yep, still unnerving, but Galen feels something strangely like a connection, here. Maybe it's due to being fae, or maybe Kenzi's glowy eyes are just creepy and hypnotic. Regardless -- he takes a deep breath, then nods. One thing he knows for sure is that he has a lot of energy, after the shit he pulled last night.

"Yeah. It's okay. Do you want -- what, my wrist?"

His wrist? Kenzi can feel the pulse there, but there's an even louder one calling to her. She shakes her head without breaking eye contact, a smile spreading across her face, "Nu-uh." Not the wrist. Maybe next time. Maybe a snack. She needs something a little more ... substantial right now. She seems to be running on autopilot.

It's not as bad as it could be. Giving into instinct like this could have been a lot more dangerous. But she's not starving, just hungry. And it's not some regular, fragile human that she doesn't even know, it's Galen. And he's fae.

She uses the hand already holding his to pull him even closer. Her other hand moves over his chest, up his neck, around to the base of his skull where fingers start to thread through hair as she tilts his head to the side, exposing his throat. She moves in slowly, breathing against his skin. It's fucking intoxicating from this close.

"Take a deep breath." It's the only warning he gets before her very, very sharp teeth sink into his neck. From there, everything is fireworks and warm, gushing Bloody Mary, hold the Mary. She's still holding his hand, that grip is gentle, but the hand in his hair is holding on so tight. Don't hurt him-- don't hurt him-- oh my god, it's so good.

Oh shit. Ohhhh shit. The anticipation is almost worse than the actual bite - as well as the lead-up, because wow, this isn't supposed to be a turn-on at all, Galen, stop that - , and he does take a deep breath, as he's told, but -- sort of chokes on it. It's -- it could be worse; maybe his tolerance is greater, but he's still taking short, slightly panicked breaths, his free hand gripping at Kenzi's side.

"Holy -- haa -- holy shit --"

This would be the worst possible time for Jesse to walk in, wouldn't it?

Worst possible time, and yet - Jesse can hear really well, smell really well right now. And he hears and smells very conflicting things coming from his room. Galen, and Kenzi. They're in there. There's the smell of blood. But he can hear Galen's voice, and the way it sounds - it's very reminiscent of much more private thoughts. He has no idea how to take it, and that's why he takes the steps two at a time and flings the door open.

And what he sees makes his entire body set aflame with rage.

Jesse's crossing them immediately, and his expression goes feral, fangs and yellow eyes and distorted features, the wolf is coming out in his movements. He yanks Kenzi away, snarling loud, inhuman, and throws her across the room. Sorry, Kenzi. He's not thinking straight.

Definitely not expecting that. Not even the grip she has on Galen can stop Jesse from ripping her off of him, literally, and sending her sailing into the freaking bedroom wall. She's up in an instant, barely dazed from impact, with blood dripping down her chin and her fangs bared. There's probably a nasty gash in Galen's neck now instead of just the puncture wounds that would have been left had she not been interrupted.

Kenzi hisses. Actually, legit hisses at Jesse. Her eyes are still purple and glowy and her hands are out at her sides, fingers hooked and ready to strike. There's no trace of guilt on her face. No sign of recognition, either. Only rage. You don't come between a fae and their meal without consequences.

Not even if you've achieved bff status.

She launches herself at Jesse, impossibly fast and just as strong as he is. Her hands go straight for his throat in an attempt to knock him off his feet and pin him down.

"Jesus --"

Disoriented, Galen is knocked away from Kenzi, and the tear in his neck is dizzying, for a moment, as he hits the floor and tries to make sense of what's happening. He doesn't even recognize Jesse, at first, not that he can see him very clearly, but he does see Kenzi bloody and bared and poised to strike.

Hand gripping at his bloody neck, Galen scrambles to get up, to see what's happening.

"Hey -- hey!" He shouts, eyes flashing that vivid colour again, and he turns his look on -- oh, fuck, that's Jesse, and Kenzi is pouncing. "Both of you, stop! Ah --"

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

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