happy birthday to you

WESSEX after all is said and done you're just a carnivore let you in and drink my blood you're nothing but a monster No summons. A request. With what she assumes to be perilously few friends (yes, she’s seen the note on the Bakery door and rolled her eyes almost 360 degrees. But that’s another story), she wouldn’t order one of the few people on her side. One of her kind. An ally. A sister. She drops from the second floor to the first through a hole in boards with barely a sound other than the landing of her feet on the warped wood. She chuckles and rises from her crouch “Is that what they’re calling me?” A moment of consideration flashes across her face and then it breaks into a slight smile. “Not bad, considering the other options. Not entirely untrue, either.” For she was not-human, dead, and then not-human again. She is a flash in the night for some, a shock of blonde hair, pale, an image before death - ah, but that was once upon a time. Alright, if she's being honest, it wasn't that long ago. Her people know both sides of her: the killer and the caretaker, and it looks like they haven’t exactly landed on the side of her former-former life. So it goes. She will prove them all wrong. As for the younger woman, she finally takes a good look at Rex and her smile grows even wider. Genuine, even. “Welcome to a very fucked up family,” the Wraith quips, extending a hand to clasp Rex’s in solidarity. She doesn’t need to say anything, like recognizes like.