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Rehabilitation had actually been working for Kenna. The talks, the works, the counselling, somehow all of them had managed to put a positive effect on the mermaid. She wasn't about to start jumping around and screaming about how she was nearly healed, but she was indeed beginning to feel hope for brighter and better days ahead. Drugs had fucked her over and blasted a hole in her life, and as much as she didn't want to start bouncing back into them, the temptation was indeed there. All it took was one small snort of coke and she was a goner again, all the efforts of rehabilitation vanishing down the drain. Yet, the more she recovered, the harder it became to not pick up the phone and start contacting her usual dealers. Her fingers itched to dial the familiar numbers. She still had a bit of cash leftover from her part-time jobs, and the more the hung around her room feeling restless, the more tempted she became. Though she was back at home for the time being, Kenna was ready to move back into her usual apartment.

She wondered if she still had a bit of coke left from her last packet. Kenna rose from her bed, and began rummaging through her drawers. Useless junk were pulled out and placed on the desk, and soon enough, the table was supporting a hill of higgledy-piggledy objects. Finally, in a small compartment no one but her knew of the desk, Kenna pulled out two packets, one which contained the familiar white powder of coke, and another with a few leaves of pot in it. The brunette wondered why she had failed to get rid of these two things when she had come out from prison, it must have slipped her mind. "Hell, yeah," she murmured underneath her breath, setting the packets aside and messily stuffing the junk back into the drawers. She and the drugs went a long way back, it was surprising that there were still some leftover here. She wondered what her father would do if he ever saw them. Probably freak and jump off the roof, she thought.

When she was done, she opened the door to her room and looked around. Her father was downstairs, and Spencer wasn't here yet for their family dinner. The two of them were unlikely to pop in on her, leaving Kenna plenty of time to do whatever she wanted. A nagging thought bubbled up in her conscience that whatever she was doing was going to fuck her over again, but Kenna shoved the thought away and closed her door behind her. She would only do one snort of coke, and smoke a bit of pot, and then get rid of it all. Satisfied, Kenna poured out the powder onto her desk, and began splitting it into three parts using a ruler. Rolling up a piece of paper, she placed it next to the cocaine.

Hoping that her father and younger brother did not suddenly decide to check in on her, she hurriedly rolled herself a few marijuana sticks and lit the first one, placing it into her mouth. A thin smile spread across her lips as it kicked in, and she lazily opened her windows to shoo the smell out. Kenna looked around, wondering if unicorns would start appearing in front of her eyes. It would be fun, she noted, to have a weird horse with an even weirder horn sticking out of its forehead. So lost in her thoughts did she not hear the door slamming downstairs, indicating that Spencer had already arrived or her father decided to pop outside.

Sitting down at her desk, she picked up the roll of paper and began to snort the coke. The mermaid had indeed missed the feeling of consuming the drugs, and could not help but feel a bit of guilty pleasure. Kenna was already finishing the first half of the powder when her door opened and in came Spencer. She glanced up dumbly, meeting the eyes of her younger brother before bursting out in delighted laughter. Her heartbeat roared in her ears. "What the fuck, Spence." she said when she was done, feeling euphoric and blissfully on top of the world. Kenna felt as though she could take on anything, even an elephant, and temporarily forgot the fact that she her family weren't supposed to find out about this and she was supposed to follow the guidlines rehabilitation had provided for her to keep her addiction away. Oops. "Asshole, you're home early."

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

It had only just begun but now it's over now

I'm tired of trying

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There was a sense of pride that Spencer had when thinking of his sister. She had done something almost impossible; she had finally taken control of her addiction and in turn her life, and she was now a sober girl. Spencer didn’t think it was possible for her to get her act together, but his sister proved him wrong and he had never been happier. Kenna seemed happier, too, which was an added bonus to her getting clean. Spencer had never really seen what was so tempting about drugs because he had never seen a plus side to taking or doing them. He had a drug of his own, though he hated to admit that it was actually a drug to him. Blood was the thing he was referring to. Even though he literally had to have it to survive now, he still enjoyed it enough to not have a sickened-looking face when he drank.

Not only did he drink blood to survive as a half vampire, but he did it to keep the other side of himself away. The Spencer that would come out and attack anyone who was worthy enough of such an act. It was scary having a side that he couldn’t control who would kill people for no apparent reason other than the fact that he could. He had drained more people than he was willing to admit to anyone, especially himself. He just didn’t think he could handle knowing that he was responsible for so many people’s death’s and so many family’s dispair. To Spencer that was the worst thing that he could possibly do. In no way did he ever want to ruin a family. His own had ben ruined and it had taken a toll on both he and his sister, but moreso Kenna. He would never wish something like that happen.

The Zimmerman’s had decided that having a family dinner together was needed, so they were all going to be eating at their dad’s house tonight. Kenna had been stuck at home since she got out of rehab, but Spencer lived with his friend Ruben. He thought Ruben would probably make good use out of the apartment all to himself tonight, but their bedrooms had locks on their doors, so he knew there was no way anyone he brought over would have access to his room. He knew Ruben wouldn’t do anything like that, but sometimes the girls he brought around were less than honest people and would steal their shit. Anyways, he had decided to surprise Kenna with getting there earlier since she probably didn’t have anything to do all day at home alone. He would have been bored out of his freaking mind if he had to sit at home all damn day with no one to talk to and nothing to do.

He used his key to get in and opened the door. The house was quiet so he went searching for her. He went to the kitchen first, but she wasn’t there. He grabbed a snack before leaving though since he hadn’t eaten much all day. He thought she’d most likely be upstairs in her room if she wasn’t in here or the living room, which he had seen to be empty when he first arrived. Spencer pushed open the door to her room and stopped dead in his tracks. His heart dropped and he felt a sudden sense of sadness wash over him. And then it was gone and replacing it was anger. “What the fuck is right, Kenna. What the fuck are you doing?”

[/b]he asked and went to her quickly. He wiped off the remaining bit of coke that lined the table and snatched the bag of pot from her hands. “Are you out of your god damn mind or do you just like fucking yourself up with this?” Usually Spencer never cursed, especially at women, but when he was angry at Kenna, it was a completely different story. He could be mad at anyone and not use such foul language, but it seemed to Spencer that she only ever understood things when a cuss word was said in every sentence. So he had adapted. He didn’t understand though how she could do this. Her life was finally getting back on track and she had to ruin it with drugs again. He wanted to shake her he was so furious.
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[MCKENNA FAY ZIMMERMAN]

an empire's falling just one day

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you close your eyes and the glory fades

The last thing Kenna had expected was for Spencer of all people to pop in. No one usually dared to because they would receive a huge tongue lashing from her, and it wasn't a very pleasant experience for the receiver. The least they could do was fucking knock, but Spencer was family, and common courtesy for family were usually non-existent. In fact, she had barged into her brother's room a few times without so much as a tap on the door or a 'Hello Spencer, may I come in?' Kenna's fuck the police personality did not allow her to do such things, she did whatever the hell she wanted whenever the hell she bloody wanted. Such things did include snorting coke again because she felt like it, with disregard of herself and her family. Reckless as usually was, she had forgotten to watch out for anything that would get herself caught. As usual, she gave in to temptation, being the hedonist that she was.

After her reaction, all Kenna could do was stare at him, trying to comprehend her surroundings and wondering what the fuck was going on and why the hell was he here when he clearly shouldn't be. Her face twisted into a look between puzzlement and shock, unable to decide whether she should feel the former or the latter. It was only when he started yelling was she snapped out of her drug-induced stupor, and then she was staring at him in horror, realizing. What the fuck was he doing here he shouldn't be seeing this oh fuck She could only stare as he continued shouting, and once upon a time, she might have just hung her head and kept quiet. But Kenna, who presently did not like being yelled at, and knew damn well that she wasn't going to stand for this shit, felt her usual self-defense of anger kick in. She narrowed her eyes at her younger brother, all signs of shock vanishing from her face. Oh no, that asshole did not.

"I'm doing what I damn well please," she spat. "Hey!" Kenna yelled when he swiped off the coke and snatched the pot from her. "Fucker!" She rose from her seat angrily, already itching to throw a punch at his face and take back what was hers. Although she was shorter than Spencer by a head, she knew that she could cause real damage if she wanted to, though she had no idea of his extra vampiric powers. "I don't fuck myself up!" she shouted back. "Don't tell me what I should do or what I shouldn't do, ass." In a usual act of Kenna violence, she shoved him by his shoulders, pushing him backwards and snatching the pot back from his hands. This was her shit and he wasn't going to touch it any further.

"I do what I damn well please." she repeated through gritted teeth, looking aggressively at him and clutching the bag of pot to her chest, challenging him to take it away from her again. Deep down, she knew full well that this was the reaction that she had indeed expected if she had gotten caught, but she did not think that it would happen to her sometime soon. But now that it had, and she had to deal with it. Yet, the last thing that she was going to be doing was admitting her mistakes for the time being, she was too furious with herself for being so reckless and furious at her brother for walking in on her. "And right now, you should piss the fuck off."

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

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There was nothing more important to him than his sister’s health and safety. If he could force her to quit doing this shit he would, but that was impossible. There was no such thing as forcing Kenna to do anything she didn’t want to do. She had been strong-willed and stubborn her entire life and even though he did have a little bit of a sense of how to convince her to do the right thing, he knew that if she didn’t want to do something she wasn’t going to do it. And if she wanted to get back into her old habits, she was going to. So it really shouldn’t have surprised Spencer as much as it did when he found his sister high as a kite in her bedroom. He hadn’t felt this angry at his sister in a really, really long time.

He also wasn’t this close to losing his self-control since two weeks ago when he hadn’t drank enough blood to keep that side of him in the dark. Anger was a big factor in whether or not Spencer changed. Because he was such a gentle person in general he never really had to worry about it unless he didn’t have the blood to save him. But right now Spencer was livid. He could just shake her, put the fear of God into her and make her finally understand what she was doing do herself and how she was ruining her chances of a good life. He wanted to scream at her that she thought she could control it and could stop whenever she wanted, but if that were true she would be sober right now and not completely fucked up on drugs. Isn’t that why she went to rehab in the first place? To get sober? So why was she here relapsing? She just didn’t understand how much the drugs had a hold on her life and that was all Spencer wanted to get through her thick skull.

Spencer took the coke and weed from her and decided the best thing to do was flush it. But he hadn’t expected her to push him and he stumbled backwards a few feet, giving her the opportunity to grab the back of pot from his hands. He stood up straight and felt tension rise in his shoulders. It took all of his self-control not to let his fangs come out at her. “Kenna, you’re being really fucking stupid right now.” He spoke as calmly as he possibly could through gritted teeth just as his sister had. Apparently she didn’t much care for that because she told him to piss off.

And that was the last straw. Spencer’s fangs came out and he snarled at her. He walked up to Kenna and grabbed her wrist not caring about whether or not he was hurting her. He snatched the pot with his other hand and held onto it for dear life. “If I see you with this shit again, you’ll be sorry.” Spencer released her hand and walked out of the room and into the bathroom where he flushed the weed. On his way out he saw himself in the mirror. He gasped a little and retracted his fangs. Spencer covered his mouth in horror.

His secret that he was a vampire hybrid was now known. He hadn’t wanted to tell his sister, especially not like this. He had probably scared her to death and he couldn’t take that back. Spencer felt guilt grow in his chest. Without looking back to Kenna, he fled her room and was downstairs and out of the house within seconds. Spencer got to his apartment in a few minutes and locked himself in his room. He suspected Kenna would know where to find him, but he didn’t want her to see him like this.

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[MCKENNA FAY ZIMMERMAN]

an empire's falling just one day

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Kenna had always been a fighter, who literally did punch and kick whomever that so much as stood in her way, but she would never turn her back on her family. She did love her brother and dad (fuck mom) that although she did spit and snap at them on a regular basis whenever she was ticked, she would never throw a punch into their faces or argue with them unless she had to. In fact, besides the occasional spat, Kenna rarely fought with her younger brother. Spencer was such a sweetheart most of the time, the brunette hardly found reasons to anyway. She was far from amiable and adoring with him, but she did loosen her sharp tongue a little, and he meant everything to her. He was the only family she had left other than their dad. But now, with her high as fuck on pot, everything was crashing down. Just why did she have go and fuck shit up?

She was unaware of the danger she was in because of her brother's evil, vampiric side. As far as she was concerned, he wasn't going to hurt her. That would be unchivalrous of him and a complete asshole move on her part. Spencer had never struck her, and Kenna didn't think that he was going to do anything to her. They were both young adults after all, and were going to talk/yell it out like adults would. Her eyes rolled to the ceiling when he called her stupid, and she threw her hands up in exasperation. "That all you got?" said the feisty brunette nastily. Even a pigeon could better than that in her opinion.

She barely had time to scream at the new sight of his fangs and immediately squeaked with pain at his strong grip at her wrist, the bone threatening to break. Tears of pain threatened to well up in her eyes, but she held them back. "Let go of me!" she shrieked, all her possessiveness of her pot forgotten, truly terrified. Where the hell had those fangs come from? As far as she was concerned, they were not fucking leeches, but it did not explain the unmistakable fangs in his mouth. Kenna had mingled with plenty of vampires to know whether they were legit or not. "Fuck you." she muttered when he released his grip and left the room. She felt her knees buckle and collapsed in the middle the room, shaking and clutching her sore wrist. Her eyes were locked on her door in anxiety, wondering if he was going to come back and finish her off. Kenna had never felt this afraid in a long time.

She remained like that hours, her mind trying to comprehend what the hell she had just witnessed. She had heard of hybrids, but had never thought that her brother could be one. Kenna shakily got to her feet and crawled into bed, the image of the fangs still fresh in her head. She would confront and interrogate Spencer later at his place, provided that he was there, but right now, although she was hungry from the effects of the pot, Kenna wanted to sleep and forget everything.

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The morning after invoked a new energy in the girl, and she didn't waste any time in getting dressed and having breakfast. Deciding that she could move back into her apartment at a later date, since her day was going to be full today, she made her way to Spencer's place and rapped on his door sharply. "I know you're in there, Spence!" she yelled. Damn right she was going to get answers today, there was no way she was going to back out this time. Fangs or no fangs, he was still her younger brother. "Get your ass out here!"

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[SPENCER GRAHAM ZIMMERMAN]

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It was rare that Spencer would let his vampire side get a hold of him in front of people. Most of the time he made precautionary decisions to make sure that he never got out, especially when he was going to be around his family or friends for any amount of time. He still hadn’t told them about being a vampire/merman hybrid. He didn’t want his family to be afraid of him and he didn’t want them to see that side of him. it was so dark and twisted and most of the time he didn’t even know what evil and sick things he did. He occasionally got flashes of the horrible things he did to people including the time he and Ryland fought and Spencer almost killed her. Ryland was Kenna’s best friend and it scared Spencer that he could do anything like that to someone so close to his sister. If he could do something like that to Ryland then he was very capable of doing anything to anyone at any time. He wished so badly that he was normal and that Easton hadn’t changed him. His life would be so much simpler if he hadn’t been bitten and given the virus. He wouldn’t be afraid of himself or his abilities and he could go about his life in a normal manner without fearing that this evil being would overtake him and kill innocent people. Spencer wouldn’t wake up from nightmares in a cold sweat after seeing a memory of draining some poor girl dry of all her blood. He also wouldn’t have to be afraid of hurting his own family. It was the last thing he wanted to do. If he ever harmed his sister or dad he would have felt so guilty that he wouldn’t be able to see them for days, maybe even weeks.

But that was exactly what ended up happening. When Kenna sparked up his anger he had no more control over that vampire within him. Spencer did somehow manage to pull through and regain control—which was really very hard once he was gone because usually he blacked out until the next morning. But he sensed that because Kenna was so important to him he couldn’t hurt her even if he was a vampire. But he had hurt her wrist and that was enough to make Spencer queasy. She had endured enough pain in the past that Spencer instantly wished he could turn back time and fix it. But he couldn’t and he had just hurt her even more. He could see the shock and fear in her eyes. It was enough to make Spencer flee the scene. He couldn’t stand her looking at him like that.

So when he got home and locked himself in his room he dropped onto his bed. His dad would probably wonder where he was, but he didn’t care. And just like that his phone buzzed. He took it out of his pocket to see that it was his dad calling. He answered and told his dad that he was sick and couldn’t make dinner tonight, but promised to come see him next weekend. His dad was always an understanding man and even though Spencer could hear some pain in his voice, he didn’t say that he was disappointed. Spencer once again felt that heavy pang of guilt. If he had just controlled himself with Kenna he would have been able to have a nice family dinner and wouldn’t have his dad feeling sad. It was enough to make Spencer cover his head with his pillow and stay there all night until he finally got to sleep.

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Loud banging on his front door woke him up. Because he had a roommate that stayed awake until unholy hours of the night and slept until noon, he figured if he didn’t go to the door Ruben would likely want to kill him. So Spencer reluctantly crawled out of bed sporting a headache and the same clothes he had worn last night. He walked to the door, but didn’t open it. He just looked through the peephole to see an angry look on Kenna’s face. Spencer called out to her from inside his apartment. “What do you want?” His voice was raspy and dry. Spencer needed coffee and blood and for his sister to leave him alone to his brooding and guilt for a few more days before he could explain all of this to her. But he was sure that she was going to stay until she got to talk to him. As long as they could talk through the door he might feel more comfortable. Then he could be sure that he couldn’t hurt her anymore than he already had.

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