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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit had the place to himself, which he was getting accustomed to of late. Since Ollie had been seeing Echo Everwood, he tended to spend more time with her than at home when he wasn't working, and Kit was honestly fine with it. He had thought he'd feel a bit lost without his baby brother hanging around as much, but the free time to just do whatever he wanted was refreshingly nice. Like tonight, for example. Ollie was out with Echo (who was really good for him. Kit thoroughly approved of his brother's choice), and Kit had taken a shower and was walking around the house naked, without a care in the world. Nobody would be disturbing him, he could spill crisp crumbs on himself and nobody would ever know, and he didn't even have to worry about nosy neighbours because there were none facing front or back. The house wasn't overlooked at all, save for the street outside. The curtains were all shut tight and he was free to enjoy the floor to ceiling glass doors that led to the kitchen balcony without being concerned about anyone watching him shaking his butt at his reflection. Bliss.

Until the doorbell rang. Kit's face dropped, and his eyebrows raised when Azrael sidled up to him and rubbed against Kit's bare shin, meowing lazily. "I wasn't expecting anyone, were you?" he asked the black cat, listening hard for voices coming from the front door downstairs. He would guess it would be Ollie and Echo, changing their plans and deciding to torture him all night with sounds of kissing coming from Ollie's room until the early hours of the morning. They'd make noise on the doorstep though and it was deadly silent out there. Plus, Ollie had a key, unless he'd forgotten it. Sighing, Kit ran to his room in a blur, grabbing a pair of navy blue pyjama pants from his chest of drawers and tugging them on, hopping back to the stairs as he did so. His hair was still damp as he took the stairs two at a time, all the way down to the ground floor. He yanked the front door open, a frown ready for his brother. "When you say you're out for the night, that's supposed to mean... Oh." It was not Ollie on the doorstep. Kit's face turned from annoyance to embarrassment at the sight of Silas Zhang standing on the other side of the door. Kit crossed one arm over his chest in a bid to cover himself up a bit, feeling horribly exposed. "What happened?"



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tag: Silas Zhang
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outfit: Navy pj pants. No shirt. Bare feet. Uh oh.

with their voices soft as thunder

Kit grinned and raised his staff, blocking the blow that would have rendered him unconscious if he'd been slower. He used the momentum to push Q backwards, trying to get him off balance, and spun, swinging his staff around to sweep it at Quentin's legs. "A confession about me," he grunted as he spun. He would have rolled his eyes at Q being so self absorbed, but he was used to it, and he didn't want to miss any tricks his friend might throw his way. Enhanced senses or not, Kit was still vulnerable to surprise attacks, especially from someone who knew his fighting style so well. Eyes wide open and ready for anything, Kit kept his voice low in case anyone might overhear them. "But it's just between us."



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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit let out a small huff at hearing that Sera had already spoken to their dad about this. He was sure their dad would have held back a lot, no way would he have told Sera how disappointed he probably was. Or was he? He must have been, Kit couldn't be the only one shocked and outraged by the news. Being a single mother was no easy task. Sera deserved so much better than that, she deserved an amazing life before she was tied down by kids. Dora was a perfect example. Kit had been asked to babysit Pansy, Ollie had been asked to babysit Pansy, there probably wasn't a person in her life who she hadn't dumped the kid off on just so she could have a bit of a life. Sera didn't need that. Kit would mind her kid every day of his life if she needed it, but honest to Merlin, this was going to ruin his sister's life. Ollie didn't seem too outraged, either. He was too busy trying to be nice and optimistic, something Kit couldn't bring himself to do. "Modern? Cool?" Kit shovelled a spoonful of cornflakes into his mouth before he could say what he really thought.



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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit would not be saying thank you to a vampire for a drink that he didn't want or like. He didn't bother telling Silas that. Instead, he took the second glass offered to him and downed that, too, another shudder running through his body at the foul taste. He wasn't a drinker. He didn't enjoy alcohol or its effects, but he needed something to help him cope with the fact that Silas had just referred to the dead man in the next room as a temptation. Would Silas have helped himself to a different kind of drink if Kit wasn't there? He couldn't bear to think about it. Between that and the news that You Know Who was recruiting an army of vampires, Kit felt like he might throw up. "We are not all of a single hive mind." The words elicited a harsh laugh from Kit. "And yet you've just admitted the dead man on your rug is a temptation." He shook his head. His father was the only vampire he knew that could resist that temptation every time, to the point where it wasn't a temptation any more. As much as he wished all vampires would choose the path his father had, Kit knew it was a foolish notion.



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with their voices soft as thunder

Kit was about to tell Silas that he wouldn't tell him anything if he did ask, when the vampire made an astonishingly accurate appraisal of him, making Kit grit his teeth in annoyance. He had been rash, he had let his emotions get the better of him, and he had messed up. He knew it, but he was no hero. He never tried to be. He had issues with vampires for good reason, and he worked as an Auror because he was good at it and it made the world a safer place, but a hero? No. Kit clearly was not cut out for that role, not when it came to the crunch and personal wounds were poked and prodded. All he could think about was whether or not his mum would be proud of him for at least trying to save someone like her. He had failed, and the man was dead, but by pure accident. If they'd gotten away cleaner the feeder would still be alive. But the fact that he had tried, that he had stood up and done something to fight back, surely she would have been proud of that...

Kit would never know. The drink that Silas placed in his hands barely registered in Kit's mind, but he took a gulp of it automatically, pulling a face as the unfamiliar taste of alcohol burned his throat. It didn't burn as much as his mistakes did. After a shudder, he downed the rest of the glass, handing it back to Silas. "What information did you get?" he asked, voice gruff. He couldn't bring himself to meet the vampires gaze. He was pissed off at being judged by a killer. He was pissed off at himself for letting his emotions get in the way of a mission. He was pissed off at the man on the floor in the next room for getting involved with vampires in the first place. He was pissed off with his mum for damaging him so badly. And he was pissed off that he was pissed off with how good looking Silas was. He contemplated asking for another drink.



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with their voices soft as thunder

Two sets of footsteps on the stairs alerted Kit to the arrival of his siblings. He moved to put the cereal box away but Ollie was quick in his path, snatching it out of Kit's hand. Shrugging, Kit went back to his bowl, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table and perching on the end of it as he looked up at Sera. "Why are we in trouble?" he asked his sister, shovelling more cornflakes into his mouth. He could think of a few reasons why Sera would want to have a rant at him, but not at Ollie. Then again, there was the wardrobe thing, which Kit had watched from the doorway and been sworn to secrecy over. He hadn't taken part himself, though he was no stranger to Sera's wardrobe. On occasion when visiting his dad, he would pop into Sera's room now and then and shove her more revealing outfits right to the back of her wardrobe, pulling frumpier looking stuff to the front, just to mess with her. Aside from that, Kit was golden. He looked from Ollie to Sera as he ate, waiting for someone to answer him.



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with their voices soft as thunder

The man's heart stopped. He'd lost too much blood. Kit ran a bloodied hand through his hair, heart thumping wildly in his chest. What had he done? He should never have agreed to go to that vampire lair in the first place. He had worried about it, taken it on if only to keep his siblings from being asked in his place. He should have refused Dumbledore. So he hunted vampires, that didn't mean he was equipped to go into a feeding den and come out in one piece, without wanting to end whatever horrors he found there. He had been foolish to think otherwise, he knew that now. Now that this innocent man had died because of him. He would have died at some point anyway, but it didn't have to be tonight. Silas' snarky comment snapped Kit out of his tormented thoughts, and he stood, turning fast and closing the gap between himself and the vampire, anger tainting his handsome features.

"You had plenty of time to gather intel without me," he snapped, his face inches from the vampires. "If you didn't need a babysitter to make sure you're actually on our side, I wouldn't have needed to be there tonight at all." Yeah! If Silas was trustworthy, then he could have gotten whatever information they needed by himself. Kit was just a tag along now that he thought about it. Dumbledore had just been using him to keep an eye on the potentially shady vampire. And now this had happened. Kit felt like shit. Guilt, anger, desperation, and funnily enough, desire, all churned inside him in a tumultuous cocktail. His eyes burned into Silas' as he waited for the vampire to say something. Anything.



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tag: Silas Zhang
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outfit: You have to earn the smile.