Halliwell Manor, Sunday afternoon

[blessed_twice]

Fork had awaken in a closet with a splitting, frying-pan induced headache. It took him awhile, but he managed to bust the door down. Unfortunately, it was daylight again and this stupid house had so many windows. He kept out of the direct sunlight and skulked, looking for Isabel. She was sleeping. In the sunroom. Bathed in sunlight. So. Not. Fair.

He amused himself for awhile by throwing things at her, but she'd woken up and TK'd stuff right back at him and promptly went back to sleep. Eventually he got bored and wandered upstairs, poking through rooms he could access. Then he discovered the attic. He had to scramble to cover up some of the windows, but it was shielded from the light enough to let him move about and explore. And there was an interesting book set on a stand in the center of the room. It seemed to quiver a bit when he tried to touch it (the Book, if it could talk, would've said it was confused by the sense of Wyatt-not-Wyatt, and if it had shoulders it would've shrugged and said, eh, how much damage could he do? If he gets out of hand I'll smack him down), but as he flipped through the pages, he began to realize that this Book could be fun to experiment with.

He was just definitely making sure his back was not to the door.

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[blessed_twice]

"I'll only take a little," Fork promised. "You'll maybe even like it."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Define a little."

[blessed_twice]

"Just a pint or so," Fork said. "It'd be just like giving blood, only no plastic bag or rejection for having a new tattoo."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She couldn't believe she was going to negotiate this, but he did have a point. While Isabel was fairly certain that Fork could survive till morning, did she really want to take a chance?

"Half a pint and you don't get near my neck."

[blessed_twice]

"I'm good with biting you on the inner thigh," Fork leered. "Nice artery there, too."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Worlds, worlds, worlds of NO!" Isabel shuddered. "See the thing is? He's going to remember all of this. And that's a level of kink neither on of us need."

[blessed_twice]

"You never know, he might like it, too," Fork smirked.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, sure," she replied. "Maybe. But it doesn't matter. Because we're not finding out with you as a middleman."

"Just wait here for a minute," Isabel told him. "And don't read anything from the book. I don't want to see you vanquish your own ass accidentally."

Still half boggled that she was going to do what she was going to do, Isabel went in search of what she needed.

[blessed_twice]

Sadly, the book did not have a "Bend Feisty Blonde Chick to My Will" spell. (The Book, if it had eyes, would've rolled them.) Fork flipped through the pages some more, wishing that vampires really could hypnotize humans like they did in the movies.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Five minutes later, Isabel was back with what she'd gone looking for.

A roll of gauze, a very sharp knife, and a glass. But not just any glass. She wouldn't be pretentious and use a wine glass. No, instead Isabel found the a glass that must have been left over from when Wyatt and Chris were younger. The colors on it were faded, but the Space Battles figures were still quite visible.

"I cannot believe I'm going to do this," she muttered.

[blessed_twice]

Fork licked his lips. "You have a good heart," he smirked.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"No. I just love my boyfriend and want to make sure that I get him back."

Isabel picked up the knife, took a deep breath and drew it deeply across her palm.

[blessed_twice]

Fork was practically drooling. "I don't need a glass," he said helpfully.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You'll use a glass or you won't get any," she warned, holding her hand over the glass and watching the blood drip down.

[blessed_twice]

"All right, all right," Fork said, doing his best to be patient. His best was pretty bad, however.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

The only way to make it go faster would be to open up her wrist. And that wasn't going to happen. "Just relax. The world isn't going to end if you have to wait a few minutes more."

[blessed_twice]

Fork frowned. "What blood type are you?" he asked. "Your blood smells...different."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"It is different. I told you I was an alien."

The glass was mostly full so Isabel, stepped back and reached for the gauze.

[blessed_twice]

Fork moved forward quickly, seizing the glass and lifting it to his lips. He drained it in seconds. "Good stuff," he said, wiping his mouth with his hand. "I like it."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You should have savored it then," Isabel said, prepared to thump him about if he decided he wanted more. "That's all you're going to get."

[blessed_twice]

"Aww, come on," Fork said. "I need at least a pint a day to survive."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

She rolled her eyes. "When I see you start wasting away, then maybe I'll reconsider. But for now? You look perfectly healthy. Well, except for the pallor."

[blessed_twice]

"So now what?" Fork said. "We sit around and play checkers until I turn back into your boyfriend?"

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Checkers is probably the only suggestion you'd make that I'd agree to."

It was going to be a very long night.