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His arm draped around her shoulder as she leaned against him, holding her as he idly flipped through the channels. Brendon snorted, “This place is totally clean. By far.” It was total sarcasm. The only reason why it was cleaner than usual was because he had cleaned; curse his parents for giving him horrendous OCD, everything had to be clean and in order before he could even do anything. 

“They’ll welcome you back- they’re just assholes. Regardless of how Louis felt, he should of respected the fact that you were uncomfortable with all those people in the house and should have listened. You’re his family too.“ Brendon said softly as he looked down at her. “We’ll go back eventually. But I definitely enjoy being with you too. It’s a lot more fun with it being just the two of us.“

   Emily walked back over to Brendon and took a seat next to him on the bed before leaning her head on his shoulder as he flipped through the television station. “I’m just thankful that it’s a suitable roof over our head. And has heating of some sort. And everything is clean.” She looked over towards the nightstand sat up and ran her finger along the top of it and then proceeded to pub he dust off of her fingers. “For the most part anyways.”  She returned back to snuggling up close to Brendon as he picked something to watch. Though there was few channels and there was static once in a while, but at least they were in each other’s company. “I have thought about going back to Lydia’s coven. But- I don’t know if I’d be welcomed back. I just feel awkward right now. Besides, I like this time with you.” 

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Being on his own was by far a hell of a lot more comfortable than being with an entire coven. There were too many problems, too many people, and personally, Brendon was completely and totally happy with just being with Emily and her only. He cared about her immensely, and he knew that the coven in Finland wasn’t the best fit for her, at least not now, and he’d follow her forever if he had to, no questions asked. As long as he was with her, he didn’t care.

He was laying in the king-sized bed, his back proped up against the pillows and headboard as he idly flipped through the tv stations, finding nothing to watch with little surprise; these tvs never had anything good to watch. His red eyes glanced over as Emily spoke, a small shrug was all he gave as he smiled lightly. “Not bad at all. It’s a little cramped, and the tv is shitty, but hey, it’s something, right?”

                                              [ dxrknesswithin ]         Emily walked into a motel room that her and Brendon had rented for a few days before moving onto another location. She set her bag down on a table before giving the place an over all look. It wasn’t the best looking, but it was a roof over their heads, and it wasn’t an abandoned building with little to no furniture. Making her way across the room she got to the window and opened up the curtains that looked out to the wooded area behind the building. The motel was on the outskirts of a town, away far enough if they needed to hunt.  She felt more secure around Brendon, she could trust him and he was there to help her if she were to slip up. Even if Emily had been a newborn for over a year now, it still felt relatively new to her. “Not a bad place, eh?” She said looking back at him. 

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“I’ve never been particularly good at finding people but considering you’re the only one I care about, I  had to find you.” Things had gone to hell, not with the coven but with just him. Elizabeth was gone; he couldn’t find her. And Oliver was up with some woman in Paris, not giving a damn. Brendon needed her to come back- he just needed her. 

                                              [ dxrknesswithin​ ]    “How’d you manage to find me?” Emily said looking at Brendon. She had been  gone for a few weeks without notice to any of the other members in their coven. 

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         “my father had taught me to be nice first                        because you can always be mean later.                                  but once you’ve been mean to someone                                           they don’t believe in the nice anymore.

                             so be nice, be nice until it’s time to stop being nice.                                                    then- destroy them.”

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Brendon slowly kicked the front door of the mansion open, careful not to cause any loud noises, and gently kicked it back shut. In his arms, he carried an extremely large box, which to humans would have been extremely heavy, seeing as it was filled to the top. However, for the vampire, it was as light as a feather. Honing in on Emily's scent, he followed it to the back of the house, where he found her in the greenhouse.

He hated that he had missed Valentine's day. Hell, it was the first one he had ever gotten a chance to celebrate. Instead, he spent it comforting his mother, whom he had recently discovered was left alone in Versailles. Oliver left. Neither of them had heard from him in over a month. Good riddance, Brendon thought. Elizabeth didn't deserve him anyways.

Brendon walked in, setting the large box on top of one of the picnic tables as he addressed her. "I'm sorry...for being so late for this. But I picked you up...well a few things for Valentine's day. I hope you'll enjoy them. I'm sure you'll find something to use them for.

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Brendon noticed her slowness; surprisingly she was doing well. Then again, all pregnancies were different. From what Elizabeth had told him of her pregnancy with Brendon, she was bedridden from the start; he was a restless soul, even within the womb. Couldn't stay in one place for too long. It's funny how it was still true. First London, then America, Germany, and now here to Finland. Brendon was only 129 years old and had travelled the world. 

Perhaps Emily would be his anchor to hold him in one place. Finally.

He followed her up the stairs, his fingers dragging lightly along the wooden railing as he looked around the hall, taking it all in. It was far darker, far more beautiful than it was the last time he was here. It was apparent that they had done a marvelous job in renovating the place. This mansion was finally a home, not a decaying waste of space.

His red eyes scanned the interior of the bedroom from the moment she opened the door, taking it in. It was dark, like the rest of the house; which was exactly to his liking. Brendon looked over his shoulder at her as he stepped in the room. He didn't think he'd be given a good room, like one that was actually finished. Brendon assumed she didn't like him, why would she be kind? Perhaps, things could be different this time.

"Thank you..." He said softly, before turning back to face her. "Look, I'm...sorry if I came off as rude in the past. She means the world to me, I was only looking out for her. But I think I could have approached you and your coven a little nicer when it came to the issues with Emily and I'm sorry for that." 

  As Lydia listened to him state that he would take the guest room her hard expression slowly began to soften noticeably. It came as quite a shock to be honest, she had not expected him to be so—formal. He was just a boy in her eyes, she was unaware of his immortal age and his manners. Perhaps he was truly a gentleman hidden behind his boy like face. Perhaps Lydia had been wrong about him all this time.

The look on her face was clear that she was stunned and was unsure how to react to this. Though she simply nodded and continued up the stairs, expecting him to follow. She was slow, painfully slow. Her left hand held her stomach while her right one held the railing, pulling herself up the stairs as if she weighed too much to carry. Still, she showed no sign of weakness other than the slowness and did not ask for any help. Lydia was too proud to ask for help from a stranger.

Once at the top of the stairs she looked back to Brendon blankly and nodded for him to follow her down the hall towards the guest room which was across from Lydia and Louis’ master bedroom. Mia and Emily’s room were at the other end of the large home. Lydia took a hold of the door knob and pushed the door open revealing the large refurbished room.

It was a very nice room if she could say so herself. The window was covered with large heavy drapes that easily blocked the sun during the day. The bed was a large size like all the other beds in the home. There was a fireplace, a desk, closet, bathroom, and so on. Once inside Lydia stepped to the side so Brendon could step inside as well.

"I hope you will find this room to your liking…" She stated formally. "We do not have automatic heating so you will have to light the fireplace for warmth…I am also afraid inform you there is no form of entertainment in this room…the music room and library are both downstairs on the first floor…the library is in Louis’ office but I’m sure he will not mind you helping yourself to one of his novels as long as you put it back when you are done…same goes for the music sheets if you wish to perform."

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"And...your symptoms? How are they?" He asked, before lowering his gaze. "I apologize for being so...well, nosy. I know what it's supposed to be like. In case Emily did not inform you, I was actually born like this. My mother was once in your situation. I've heard about it a thousand times."

Brendon was quiet as she spoke, listening to her words carefully before lifting his gaze back to hers. He had no intentions of sharing a room with Emily, not yet at least. His parents taught him better than that; marriage first, sex second. Though they didn't practice what they preached, they knew extremely well the consequences of having sex before marriage, which is what initially sparked the downward decline in their marriage.

But he also wouldn't admit that he was exactly following that rule either. But his sexual endeavors were with women he didn't care about. Emily was his everything. He would do this right.

"I'll take a guest room." He said simply, with a small shrug. "I have no intentions of having sex with her any time soon if that's what you are asking. I'm perfectly fine with having my own room." Just by her tone, he knew that was what she was inferring. But he wasn't like that. "And...you can call me Brendon. I suppose we should skip the formalities with we're going to be living together."

  Lydia narrowed her eyes at Brendon’s question as to how far along in her pregnancy she was. It was a little uncomfortable to be honest, then again she wasn’t used to people asking her about things like this—she wasn’t used to people caring about her enough to ask. It was only up until a few years ago that she was blessed with Mia and Louis who cared deeply for her and it was still an unusual feeling to her.

"Seven weeks…" She answered lowly.

This was different, but it felt good. Still, she didn’t know how to openly react to it so kept silent and didn’t thank him for asking.

"And I am fine…" She added while pulling her coat tighter, closing it in the front to hide the bruises.

She didn’t want anyone to see them let alone a stranger. God forbid he thought Louis was beating her. No, quite the opposite actually. But anyone who didn’t know would assume this.

It was nice to hear that Brendon had changed his attitude though. At least she wouldn’t be as stressed over the possibility of her and this man fighting or arguing over the course of his stay in her home. Hopefully everything would work out, everything would stay calm and everything would stay as normal as possible. Stress was something she did not want, not after last time. She’d already went through that once, what Emily had done to cause it, she didn’t want a second one to be caused by her boyfriend. What a destructive pair the two would be.

"So…Mr. Johnson…" Lydia stated. "If you are going to be staying in my home I suppose I should show you to one of the guest rooms" She said while turning to face the stairs, only to stop and look over her shoulder. "Or…do you intend to share a room with Emily…?" She asked somewhat harshly and rudely towards him.

It was no secret that Lydia Barton did not believe in sexual relations before marriage. She had waited with William and had waited with Louis. She didn’t want to think of Emily or Mia giving themselves away to anyone other than their husbands, actually the thought disgusted her. But times were different and she was sure if Emily heard her complaining she would argue with her. Stress, stress, STRESS! Something she couldn’t risk, so to save herself from certain pain she decided she would give in and risk Emily’s purity for the sake of her unborn child. Still, it was clear on Lydia’s face and in her tone what her opinion on the matter was.

Brendon’s answer could very well effect Lydia’s opinion on him.

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"I'm afraid that they're on their last straw." Brendon wouldn't lie and say it didn't hurt, watching the two people in life he loved most, who raised him, destroy their marriage, their lives and separate. But in a way it was better this way. Their lives would be far less stressful without each other. They deserved happiness. "Actually, I plan on talking to Lydia at some point. Ask to stay. I'm sick of being away from you. Everyone else here seems to not mind that I'm here. Perhaps, I can convince her."

Emily pursed her lips as she listened to Brendon. “I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything we could do to help? I’d hate to see your parents go through something like that.” She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. “If you like you could stay here for a bit— or we could leave, go on a mini vacation?”

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"Believe me, I left a household of stress, fighting, and arguments. I will not bring them here, I can assure you of that." Brendon knew of her predicament, he was not about to make her situation any different. He had heard of all the complications of vampire pregnancies, the symptoms. He was born a vampire after all.

"Unfortunately, things got a little...complicated at home. Let's just say I had to leave before my parents started killing each other. I highly doubt I will stay long. Just long enough for them to get over their issues." He didn't want to intrude, but he had no where to go. No other family to go to. Emily was the only family he had now, she was the only person he wanted.

"How's....your pregnancy going? How far along are you?"

  "Mr. Johnson…" Lydia greeted in return as she stepped off the bottom step of the staircase.

It had been a few months since the man had entered her home, though she could already see quite a difference in him. It seemed he had left his filthy attitude outside which was something she was grateful for.

"What brings you here?" She asked lowly.

Her tone was somewhat harsh as was her expression, it was her defense mode towards strangers and those she tended to have problems with. Such as Brendon…and Rose, and anyone other than her own family members. But since Brendon and Emily were now an item it was Lydia’s job as a mother to her to try and get along with her boyfriend.

"I’m assuming Emily has told you about my situation, correct?" Lydia asked harshly yet in a completely calm voice. "I want to insure I will have no problems out of you while you are staying in my home…I want no accidents, no stress, no fighting and so on…do you understand…?"

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"Louis let me in. I assume if one of the heads of the household let me in, it'd be okay." Brendon said with a small shrug, as he stepped forward, wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug. it had definitely been too long since he had last seen her. Brendon would have to remind himself not to stay away so long next time. "Yeah...things got a little crazy back home. I tried to help settle some things, didn't work out. So I had to leave. I couldn't handle their constant bickering."

Emily sat working at her desk making some jewelry with a few beads, she jumped up when she heard a knock. It was getting to be something that never happened anymore, something she had to get used to again. Soon as she heard Brendon’s voice she got up and walked over to the door. “What are you doing here?” She asked, pulling him inside the room before looking back outside the door to make sure no one had followed him down the hallway. “I haven’t seen you in— well it feels like forever.” 

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Brendon knew it was...risky coming to Finland. He knew he wasn't exactly supposed to be there, given whatever circumstances the blonde girl had experienced, but he had to come there. He had no where else to go. Things in Versailles got bad, real bad.

Divorce was quickly coming for his parents, the palace was practically a warzone these days. Oliver had told him it was best for him to leave, get away for a few days, come back once everything had calmed down. But it wouldn't calm down, not until one of theme was permanently kicked out of the palace, and they both went their seperate ways.

Brendon was greeted inside by a blonde-haired man, who had to have been Louis. The two spoke a few sentences, before Louis pointed out Emily's room to him. The man quickly climbed the stairs, and knocked on the door to her room. Brendon hadn't told her that he was coming, this was probably going to be a complete surprise for her.

"Em...? It's me." He called out through the wood, hoping she'd answer soon, before Lydia discovered that he was there."

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----"Mrs. Barton," Brendon greeted the raven-haired woman as he stepped into the living room of the Finnish mansion, leaning against the door frame. It was almost as if he wasn't even the same person anymore, whatever darkness he had seemed to radiate was gone, the saddened, hard expression he once carried was gone. In it's place was a far more relaxed, happy expression. Love could do that to you.

"It's been a while."

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it says dramione.

but i see Brenily

Dramione.