Electra Morrison had never been known for her patience. Actually the thought of Electra Morrison and patience in the same sentence was actually a bit laughable. If Athena were about she would have laughed at that thought. Actually it wouldn’t have been a thought for long at all, instead it would have been one of Electra’s twin sister’s jokes. Then like a total dork she would have laughed at it herself, yep, Atty would have laughed.

But as it was Electra or E as she was known was more easily was left completely and utterly alone as she walked back toward the dorm room she shared with her sister. Why was she walking? Not just at night, but in the big mean city? Well simply put, patience wasn’t one of her virtues. Waiting alone at the bus stop had gotten old, what’s more after more than an hour of waiting, her electric guitar case hanging almost neglected from the end of one arm. Well E was tired of waiting, tired of standing about and pacing, and wishing that she’d brought a book, a Gameboy, anything to break up the time and monotony.

So it was on that note that E started to walk. Walking down the sidewalk, even at night she found eyes constantly moving over her.

That might not have been so bad; that was if she were drop dead gorgeous and people were just checking her out. But being thin and wiry rather than voluptuous, cute and perhaps a bit exotic rather than pretty, well E knew pretty easily that they were looking at her for her lack of skin and hair, actually also eye (thought she did have a little of that), pigment. Atty and E were twins, identical, but they were also albinos. Not a whole lot of ways to hide it, even if they were both way over hiding.

No, instead it had kind of become their band’s gimmick. Actually that was the reason E was wearing a dress. A blood red lace and stain sheath that fell to her knees, it had been tailored well enough that it actually hugged the few curves she had. It came complete with finger gloves made of the same spider’s web pattern, and knee high combat boots.

As far as makeup went, it was charcoal dust under her eyes to give them that sallow look; and her hair was almost fire; colored orange, red, and touched with gold. Simply put she looked ready for Halloween which was totally over, or one kick ass performance, that now she had been told would never happen.

Damned club owners…

Then to top it off she had to tell the rest of the band, oh yeah and her car was busted and she had to get back to the dorm on foot. Happy days were these. Electra really didn’t know how the night could get much worst.

A figure sat on the edge of a roof above the city streets of Demaitre. At first glance one might have considered him a suicidal emo kid or something of the like. But he was calm and looked somewhat contented. He was wearing a Marilyn Manson band tee with an image of his 'Posthuman' album, a black pair of ripped kneed straight legged pants, his checkers converse and his studded bracelets. His messy black hair was freshly washed and smelled wonderfully of the typical synthesized male order that women of today couldn't seem to resist.

It was Benedict Ambrose. Making his nightly appearance. He'd just killed a young woman in her bed after a few drinks and a fun time. There hadn't been any sex of course because he was invovled at the moment but that didn't mean he didn't have any fun. When he left with a full tummy her body parts were horrifically strewn across her apartment and half of her blood covered the bed and walls.

Luckily Ben was a skilled monster and had bathed before leaving. A quick stop at his abode proved to rid him of his blood stained clothing of the hunt and he was simply watching the mortals below as they walked. He was itching for some interaction that didn't invovle killing. He'd leanred to subdue the evil inside him and kill by choice, not because the monster inside him wanted to destroy. Yes, Ben killed regularly. And he enjoyed it. But right now he wanted simply to walk among the mortals with the superior knowledge that he could kill any of them he wanted.

Ben's icey blue eyes scanned the ground until a girl came into sight that caught his intrigue the moment he saw her. She was simply astonishing. Not exactly model-worthy but still pretty. And very punk rock. Scaling the wall of the building he landed elegantly on the ground of an alley way and walked out with his hands in his pockets like he'd just passed through the alley to get to mainstreet.

Wasting no time he started to walk beside her careful to avoid getting hit with her electric guitar that swung at her side. "So... what can you play that thing?"

Electra wasn’t exactly jumpy. She was as good a street fighter as she could possibly be. She had taken martial arts when she was younger; actually her and Atty. Atty had just been the only one to stick with it. Though sticking hadn’t actually been E’s problem. If there was a problem (and in her mind there wasn’t) it was that martial arts were too tame for her or maybe she’d just been too wild for martial arts.

Whatever.

In a fight the only thing that matter was winning, coming away with the least amount of hurt and leaving the person that tried to hurt you with as much hurt as you could manage. That meant that should there come a need for a fight; the albino girl wasn’t going to bow and fight with honor, more than likely she’d try to tears some dumb ass’s balls off and feed ‘em to him. And it seemed she almost had the chance.

Already on edge from the looks, Electra swung her guitar at him before she knew it. Perhaps not the best way to meet people, but it was a way. Of course she kept walking when the swing missed. Actually she paused a nano-second to frown that the bastard slipping out of allies on her wasn’t on the ground, and that well that was just enough time for him to catch up and almost match her step for step.

Rolling her eyes as he spoke; she avoided the standard quip filled comeback and instead looked him square in the face as she continued walking even as she made with the taking.

“Alright buddy, whatever you’re selling I don’t want any alright. I’m just trying to get home…I not a hooker, I ‘m not looking for a date and before you ask, no I’m not too keen on company.”

Violet eyes slipped over him briefly of course. E would admit that he was actually kind of cute in an offbeat and totally emo kinda way, but her first words were best. After all she needed to get home; it wasn’t safe being a woman alone on city streets; probably even less dressed like a punk rock Morticia and carrying around a not so cheap electric guitar.

That realization brought with it a sudden wave of anger. Well, okay actually more anger.

Damn that bastard again for not picking up their act, well that and refusing to help with her car. The ass actually gave her a bus token. If she saw him again…

With a sigh, Electra looked at the guy again.

“I play for the other team alright, I’m not a big fan of boys.” It was a dirty lie; but it was one that usually worked, and well she wanted him gone. Creepy ally way guy could only lead to trouble. Or at least that’s what that little voice inside said, screaming for her to have good sense and listen.

Ben smirked at the lie about her not being straight. "Well, your personal preference isn't exactly my concern. I was merely walking around and saw a pretty lady who looked upset." He caught simple thoughts that flowed freely out of her as if she were meaning to share them. "Band get shut out?"

He jerked his head slightly to the side to get his black hair to fall back into a more comfortable position, basically out of his eyes but in a slightly emo type way covering one of his astonishing blue eyes. He couldn't help but feel his stomach lurch at the fact that this tough little girl's heart rate hadn't picked up at all even though a stranger was now walking with her.

"I'm Benedict. Ben to most though." He put out a scarily pale hand for her to shake while keeping the other tucked away in his pants pocket. "And you are?"

Ben's face was kind and he kept his words calm and friendly. He'd done enough monstrous actions for the hour and decided that he would mess with this girl for a while. She was pretty, a rocker and most of all she looked like she was ready for a fight. And oh, how Ben loved a good mortal on vampire fight.

Electra almost paused. She knew it was stupid, but. Crap. Her feet had stopped before she knew it. And following the path of stupid things, her head turned and she found herself giving the guy the old up and down. She took him in a bit. Definitely cute. But also definitely creepy. After all who jumps out of dark allies. Okay, he hadn’t exactly jumped out; he’d more kinda wandered out. Probably been coming from the next street and had been brave enough to cut through the foreboding darkness. It was a stupid thing to do even during the day; but then some guys were like that. Electra wouldn’t call it reckless; just maybe confident. Most guys didn’t consider being attacked in the streets at night and some, well they just couldn’t imagine losing if it came to a fight.

Blinking; Electra reeled her thoughts in. But at the same time she couldn’t keep a scowl off of her face at the guy’s reply. Embarrassment also colored her rather pale cheeks and E reacted to embarrassment then the way that she always had. With anger.

“Alright, who are you? What did I just pick up a stalker? Or are you a mind reader…” That last was said as sarcastically as possible as violet eyes all but steamed beneath brows that had been dyed gold to go with the hair. Soon enough the color would be washed out and both would be an almost clear ivory. But first; Electra had to get moving. And home; let’s not forget getting home.

The young woman’s frown only increased with his introduction. She really knew she shouldn’t be talking to him; plus she was upset. She didn’t want him to know that, even if it was obvious. She, well she was just having one of those nights were everything that could go wrong had. But even so; she sighed and extended at hand to take his.

“Hi Benedict…I’m…well…I’m Electra. And before you ask; yes that’s my real name.”

Ben stopped as she had and looked her in the face while she gave him the typical 'who do you think you are' look and gave him a once over. She was far too wasy to read. Her mind was wrought with something similiar to that of ADD or some other unfortunate focus deterant.

So... she thinks I'm cute but creepy and perhaps even a fighter. That's very... human of her. Ben outwardly smirked to himself. "I'm not a stalker. Simply a..." he thought for a moment with the same smug smirk plastered to his pale face, "night walker." The way it came out Ben almost thought he'd given himself away but she hadn't really caught onto his actual being so he brushed away his worry. "I walk the streets at night. More fun then walking with all the lawyers in the day time." He winked.

A triumphant look came over him as he shook her hand in greeting. "Cool name. Your parents sound more fun than mine." He laughed half-heartedly, for in actuality he loved his mother very dearly. His father on the other hand was never even known to him so it mattered not. Unless you count his sire, Art - who'd been the closest thing to a father he'd ever known.

Ben spaced out for a moment as he made the humorous and simple connection with Art and a father. He'd looked up to Art. He'd learned a lot from him. He even picked up bad habits and traits from him like a son does from his father. His gruesome feeding habits and the constant urge to harm - those had both been traits that Art passed on with his blood. Both were things that he never took the time to mention to Ben which was in turn another thing fathers were known for - like the father who doesn't warn his son not to drink alcohol because he himself had been one. Ben smiled to himself as he thought of it.

Who needs a real father when you can have a sire? He thought to himself as he began to walk again hoping that Electra would continue as well. A far away feeling of lonliness taking hold as he thought of his mother being most likely dead and Art who had killed himself. He was glad he had Charlotte and Michael. They were his loving ties to the world. Electra pushed her way to the foreground of Ben's mind and he remembered that he was trying to play at the moment and reminscing was not the thing to be doing when one wanted to play with their possible food.

"So... you didn't answer me. Did your band get shut out?" He was trying to get her to keep talking and possibly even let go of some of her frustrations on him. It would make it more fun later.

If Electra had shared her friendly neighborhood “night walker’s” mind reading ability she would have been both surprised and annoyed. Okay, actually if she’d suddenly developed the abilty to read minds she’d have been freaked, but aside from that first the man’s thoughts would have surprised her. If only because it turned out that “night walker” was more than him being a bit creepy and poetic; Electra had no idea that vampires existed. As for the second; the annoyance. Well accusing her of A.D.D. wouldn’t have exactly endeared old Benny to Mama Morrison’s eldest girl. After all since when was complex thought processes a crime? Electra’s mind didn’t stray a bit; unless it was something she didn’t want to face. Of which Benedict’s question was a fine example of.

Shaking his hand; Electra studied his expression a moment, nodding.

“I suppose.” She answered pertly. “Though fun isn’t the word I’d use for them myself…”

E loved her mom and dad very much; always would. If anything they’d made her, the so called anti-social one, a much a family player as anyone could be; when they were little she’d always stuck up for Atty and while E’s twin had changed and grew enough that she didn’t have to hide behind big sis’s skirt any more; well E would still tackle a pack of wild elephants for her “lil sis.” No matter how they might cat at one another; they were sisters, period. The same went for mom and dad; they might have a quirk sense of humor and too much love for mythology, but they were mom and dad.

Even if they had named their daughters; Electra and Athena.

E frowned as she looked at Ben then; his cute and creepiness seemed lost in thought for a moment. It was the prefect moment to be away from him; actually every moment was a good moment to be away from him. All she had to do was put one foot in front of the other and be on about her way. She needed to, Atty would start worrying, plus her car was busted and yes finally and perhaps most annoyingly of all…there was no gig.

That forced the pale punk rocker to purse orange lipsticked lips. And his question coming again made her violet eyes narrow.

“No, I didn’t answer your question.” She said rather pointedly. And raising a questioning eye brow as she continued on with a question of her own. “Why are you asking me that question?” She said then, her expression thoughtful even if she did suddenly feel like running.

“You say you aren’t my stalker, but why of all the questions in the world would you ask me that one? Sure I’m carrying a guitar and dressed to play; but why Mr. Night Walker do you think my band got shut out? And before you ask again; answer my question and I’ll answer yours.”

Ben smirked at her personality and the way she so forcefully wanted her questions answer first. He shrugged, "Well, all those little details plus the fact that you look fuming mad. No pun intended." He said slyly taking a quick glance at her awesome flame colored hair. "I simply deduced that you'd been shut out. I played in a band once and I used to look that same way after a shut out. So..." He probed lightening quick for another detail that would creep her out, mainly because it was fun.

Club owners.

It wasn't much but enough for him to figure out what'd happened. "Some useless, stuck up, pigheaded club manager say 'no'? Or did you just not fit the slot alotted to you?" As Ben spoke his face was calm and friendly all the while his stunning blue eyes pressed into her violet ones. He fiddled in the pockets of his straight legged pants and pulled out a heavy type black and silver pick that he put in his mouth and began to flip over with his tongue.

He looked at her inquiringly. "Now... your turn." He put his hands back into his pockets to rest them there and looked at her as they walked, still dodging obsticals as they came at him even though he didn't turn to face them.

Violet eyes didn’t waver in their continuing analysis of Benedict. If anything Electra looked at him more carefully than before, this time there was no jolt from her hormones or thoughts of cuteness on his part; if anything she found herself thinking ol’ Ben was way too observant for his own good. And more so she wondered just why he’d turn his powers of observation her way? Of course it could be anything from innocent or not so innocent interest in her, to a strange hobby on his part (talking to random strangers seemed a pretty weird one), but then again E knew that there was the very real possibility that this was all some kind of game on his part. Be it for good or ill. Though Electra would certainly make him regret it if the latter.

No matter how big and tough a man he might be under the laid back Emo boy façade; E wasn’t some child to be scared of the boogey man. She was a pretty nasty fighter herself if things came down to it. And if things called for more, well there was always her secret weapon.

And that thought made her feel comfortable enough to nod.

“Alright, have it your way…my turn.” She agreed.

A cross expression slipped across her features then.

“Yes,” She replied pertly then before adding, “Got it in one Mr. Detective…that’s exactly what happened. And he said ‘no’. Really he said and I quote; ‘I’m sure you girls are great and all, but we just don’t think your image fits the billing.’ In other words; I’m not the sunny little teenybopper he expected me to be. So yeah, we got shut out.”

By the end of it E, expression was hard. Actually it was always a little hard, but truth be told she didn’t take rejection well. Case in point.

Still quickly shaking off her own annoyance; her eyes studied Ben again, before she spoke again.

“So my creepy neighborhood night-walker, what brings you to me? You a sob for hard luck stories or am I like so totally irresistible that you couldn’t help yourself?”

That last was said with an ironic and kind of condescending smile; mostly because it was complete and utter rubbish. Electra knew how she looked and irresistible it was far from.

Ben smirked with that coy 'I don't know' type look on his face. "I just like to walk around and you happened to pass me by a few times. It doesn't take a complete geneus to guess that you were upset. And the last time I checked some girls liked to blow off steam by yelling at complete strangers." He cocked a thin black eyebrow at her almost mockingly but not quite to that point.

"Well, if the guy said you weren't quite the right style of music he was hoping for then he's to blame entirely. Not only should he have asked for your genre of musical talents but he should have at least inquired about your prefered volume level." He spoke knowledgably.

"That wank makes a shitty club manager if he can't even be direct enough with his slots as to ask what type of music you play. Don't be down about it. You'll get another gig." He smiled friendily at her.

How could someone so unique be so damning with her appearance. Sure she was the most beautiful of women but she was pretty in her own right. Ben felt bad that someone with her kind of tastes had fallen into the pit of low self-esteem. "And don't damn your appearance lassy. Your a looker even if you won't admit it. But worry not, I no stalker. Just someone who can recognize situations for what they really are. Know what I mean?"

Electra listened as her unexpected companion started to speak. As unexpected as he was though, well strangely enough he’d stuck out her flares of mood and even managed to talk to her without running away screaming or staring like a complete jerk. E wasn’t sure which of those reactions got on her nerves worst; but despite being a bit on the eccentric side and maybe a little creepy, Ben didn’t seem so bad. Especially after listening to him talk. When he was done, Electra couldn’t help but smile. And he actually drew a chuckle out of her that was perhaps a bit at odds with her ‘kick ass’ appearance at the moment, but smiling at him she was genuinely amused.

“Did you just call me lassy?” She asked ruefully, raising a questioning flame colored brow. Then her smile widened and she laughed again, though it was a much more favorable sound than the chuckle before it, part dark and sultry, part easy freedom (simply put it was a laugh that was all her). “And did you also just call me a looker?”

That question made her laugh again.

“You know Ben, your speech is pretty colorful…don’t mind if I’m being rude, but where are you from?”

She smiled again as she realized she really wanted to ask ‘when’. Ben’s speech had an age to it that made E smile hearing it coming from such a young guy. Actually it reminded her of Atty, her twin. Atty was, well she was just Atty. The girl talked like a Cambridge graduate sometimes, all proper English and yet at the same time even she didn’t drop the aged language Ben did. Even is she was a lover of everything that dead poets and writers had ever done.

Electra gave a shrug then, as if his earlier statements could be shrugged off.

“It doesn’t matter. Not really. You're right it was just a gig; we'll find more, we always do…I was just angry, probably more about my car than anything and still am truth be told. But I’ll get over it. If you wanna be a star you better be able to take a little criticism and a few jabs from the peanut gallery. I’m a big girl, I won’t start crying or anything.”

Another shrug and she gave him another smile.

Ben watched her laugh and it was like seeing a flower bloom from a hard shell. She was prettier when she smiled than when she hid it behind the rock hard exterior that told others she was there to kick ass and take names. "Yeah, I called you lassy. That's what you are." He laughed along with her.

She's a toy, Benedict, don't get too friendly. Play it out, you idiot. Ben's thoughts reminded him that he was there to play not to boost the ego of some rock band chick. He gave himself a mental 'shut up' and continued to grin as he thought about home.

"I'm originally from England. London to be specific. I do miss it." His mother's beautiful face came into view in his mind and he felt like crying but showed no sign of it. To the outside world he probably just seemed momentarily distant or tired.

Ben remembered the last time he'd seen his mother and the brothel where he'd grown up. She'd told him that no matter where time took him she would always be there. Being dead, as he assumed she was, he was sure that she would be in his heart and memory more than the gentle physical form he rememberd her in.

"I wouldn't expect you to cry there, lassy." He repeated the word now because they had focused on it and it was already habit to begin with. Now he'd probably be calling every girl he saw lassy for days or even weeks now because of this. Great. He thought to himself. "From what I've seen of your attitude I'd say that you'd been shut out before. You haven't smashed one thing as far as I've seen. You're taking it pretty well." Ben smiled encouragingly.

"What happened to your car?"

“England, huh?” Electra replied, with a smile. She couldn’t say she knew anyone from England and that was saying something actually, after all her best friend Luna was actually Chang-Ngo; named after the Chinese moon goddess and well it was rather obvious where her nickname had come from. Luna’s dad was from China, her she’d lived mostly in the states. Then there was Laz; her friend and part time roady. Laz was from Spain. He’d been named after Lazarus of biblical connotations and well pretty much everyone Electra knew came from all the cross sections of humanity. Never intentional or anything, she just met people. Started up conversations. And a lot of them had ended with making a new friend. It wasn’t that she was so trusting, but that was just the way of things really, they way they worked out.

It made E wonder about him. Would he be a friend? She didn’t know. But surprisingly enough her annoyance at everything was slowly dissipating and it seemed she had him to thank for it. Mr. night walker…

She laughed then at that word again.

“Lassy?” She replied, questioning it again.

She smiled, a wry kind of smile, but also a friendly sort.

“You know that’s a really weird word.” She paused then, looking almost thoughtful. “Though I think it suits you. A bit old and exotic. I guess that’s why they say you Brits are so charming…you know all that well practiced charm and etiquette.”

She gave a shrug then.

“But you’re right. Wasn’t the first time, won’t be the last. I’ll survive. Actually I’m determined to be able to laugh in that guy’s face one day. But that’s not why I’m in a band. No revenge at those that slighted me with stardom or anything. Actually I just dig it. And it lets me spend time with my friends and my sister. So take it or leave it…whatever. And your right no smashing things and that’s always a good sign.”

And it was. She was calm, she was collected, she was still pissed. But she’d work through it and be better off for it afterward. That was the same as taking it pretty well, wasn’t it? She thought so.

Looking thoughtful, she replied to his last question with a thoughtful look.

“My transmission’s shot.” She said finally. “And yes I know I’m a girl and not suppose to know all the manly ins and outs of your regular automotive, but yes I know it’s the transmission and that’s going to be hell to pay or I might just be needing to get a new car. I guess it all depends on how the folks and I match up on finances.”

She shrugged again.

"What can you do. Though that was another reason I'm pissed by the way."

"To have so many troubles only adds to one's character." He winked as he continued to roll the pick in his mouth over and over with his tongue. He caught little phrases as she spoke and her mind whurred with thought behind her words. Friends. was one of them.

Friends... she could be made into the perfect mental toy. I'll get close and just when she thinks she safe, break her. Smash her mind like a crumpled beer can. Oh, the possibilities. As his mind ran wild with imagined scenarios of how he would mess with her he turned to her and the light smile he'd warn on his face diminished.

"Parents." He thought of all his mother had wanted to do for him and once again felt the pang of misery at the loss. Suddenly Ben didn't want to wait until the opportune moment to tear her, destroy her, and mangle her. No, he wanted to destroy her here and now. And he almost did. But when their eyes made contact again he reminded himself that an open street full of filthy mortals wasn't exactly the place for such travesties.

"Love them, even when they're being a pain in the ass or giving you a hard time. You'll only realize once their gone how much they tried to do for you." Ben spoke like a mature adult of many many years older than he appeared. He realized he sounded somewhat miserably philosophical and shrugged it off with a smile. "Sorry. Loss teaches you to appreciate the things you once took for granted."

Ben returned his gaze to the path they walked, even though he need not watch where he was going for his senses would tell him if he needed to avoid such dangers. He missed his mother terribly and for some reason this young lady reminded him of her with every passing moment. They didn't resemble one another but the small things that Electra said made him reminisce about his mother. He hated it.

Electra just couldn’t help her laugh. Benedict was one strange guy, besides being cutie and eccentric though, he seemed genuinely knowledgeable. Gazing him over she had to wonder if he was a college student, looking at him she couldn’t help thinking that he’d seem like a great philosophy major. He had that look, the same one as Luna. Though of course Luna was a philosophy major more to piss off her wealthy parents than anything else, she was still one of the most flawlessly knowledgeable people that E knew. With Luna it was like she’d lived a thousand lifetimes and yet even so she was supermodel good looks and a heart of gold. Not many people would have made friends with Albino twins, heck not a lot of people would have made friends with albinos period. Luna was one in a million and yeah, just a bit this guy reminded E of her best friend in the world.

Of course Ben didn’t get that same kind of trust, at least not immediately. He seemed nice enough, but there was no telling who he might really be. E would admit she worked easier in making friends than her sister, but strange guys in allies should always be taken with a grain of salt, or at least so E thought.

“True enough.” Electra agreed. She understood Ben’s words and yet even so at his finally few she felt the first shiver of pity.

“So you lost your parents?” She asked, more of a prompt really. If he wanted to talk about it he could, if not, well if not she would understand.

Quickly there after she shook her head.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” She said.

Ben looked at her laugh, again a beautiful sight, one that easily told the person watching that she was easing up on the uptight appearance and tense stature she'd held before. However, he couldn't feel himself smiling. More smirking half-assedly.

"Me mum I'm not sure about and I never knew me dad. But, I've lost a woman I loved, and a friend whom I practically considered family. All in one swift moment." He gestured with his arm a swishing movement, a grimace coming to his face as images of his last girlfriend hopping around the apartment like a rabbit with their drummer.

"Keep your sister close, E. Forever." Again Ben's tone swayed out into left feild and seemed deep in thought but his blue eyes were clear and he forced himself to lay on the soft smile to let her know that he had no problem talking about it. "Life and relationships are something that bloom in time, but they leave just as quickly as they come. And considering I've got plenty of time, I'm not scared to talk about what I've lost anymore."

"How about you? Lost something you wished you could get back?" He finished off his ciggarette and flung the dying cherry to the ground and stepped on it as they continued walking.

Electra was more and more unsure what to make of this Benedict. He was, well he was a surprise to be sure. Well that was obvious, after all people don’t just appear from allies while you’re walking by them, at least not people you usually want to meet, but well there was something about him. Just looking at him with deep violet eyes, E wasn’t sure what she got from him. Was it a sense of attraction? He was cute and that had crossed her mind before, but then again it was something less to do with his looks and more to do with the looks in his eyes. There was something far off and far away about him at times. Something that spoke of age and long thought and yet even so he looked to hardly even be her age; it made her wonder if perhaps he’d been raised by his grandparents. In her experience that sometimes explained it or sometimes like in her and her sister’s case, parents that just acted like grandparents. Both Mr. and Mrs. Morrison were old fuddy duddies already, but they were also the best parents a girl could have.

E met his gaze at his words then.

“I’m sorry, that must have been tough.” She replied. The words weren’t hollow, if anything they were full of empathy. Electra wouldn’t say she understood, after all even if she knew Ben’s thoughts she’d never been betrayed by a friend, simply by an idiot that she’d thought she’d loved. An idiot that had, no problems sleeping around on her and even trying for her sister and her best friend…

…even now she could remember being lost in tears as Luna and Atty had invited him over specifically to give him a piece of their respective minds. Luna even would have gone to physical violence if she’d allowed it.

Knowing that her sister and her friend cared for her the way they did, had moved E to her core, while at the same time she’d felt like a total ass for being mad when they’d tried to tell her even before the worst. Love makes you do crazy things, but so too does thinking you’re in love and being wrong.

She nodded then at Ben’s next statement.

“Way ahead of you there. Family is family, or at least that’s what my folks always taught.”

His next words made her smile, even as he memories threatened tears. E knew she’d been very blessed with the people she had around her and that was why even at the worst it wasn’t so bad. That was why dreams seemed a bit closer and she was giving the dream she had now her all. She was going to make her band great on day, just wait and see. Then her smile won out and she flashed it thoughtfully at Ben.

“You’ve got a pretty great outlook there…” She commented. Then her smile widened. “I wish I could be more like that.”

Of course at his last questions Electra looked more thoughtful.

“Nope. I’ve lost a little, but no nothing that I want back. I think I’m a gal looking forward to the future these days. Sometimes the past just needs to be dead and buried.”