Seriously?!?!?!?!?!(Khalid)

Khalid was surprised when he was contacted by his twin. When was the last time he saw her? Forty years or so? Some may think that was a long time to see your sister but frankly, it was too short for this fae. He preferred the period of around a couple hundred years before seeing her, but the twin thing usually brought them close together. Typically he always sensed her, but he hadn’t this time around…but then again, half the time he was the professor or too occupied with Tristian to even really bother realizing if his sister was around, so who knew. He didn’t have anything against Devika, she was what she was, related to him. But in his “family” being tight knit wasn’t exactly a priority, kind of like baby alligators. They were born, stayed together in the nest for a while then went their separate ways before they started eating each other. Once he, his sister and brother had been quite the trio, but that was long gone.

Khalid didn’t know about her and Tristian, for if he had well, he would have found Devika a long time ago. He figured this was Devika, for some reason, wanting to have a nice family gathering…he didn’t want to but he figured if he didn’t go she’d come bother him regardless. At least it was at Starbucks, he enjoyed overpriced sugary coffee, he drank it like water all the time. When he walked in it didn’t even take him a second to spot her and he gave her his infamous grin as he walked over and sat across from her, taking her coffee and drinking it. Hell, he knew she wasn’t going to drink it so, better not waste it “Dear sister, how good it is to see you” Not really “What is that you want all of the sudden to contact me?”

He sighed and leaned back himself “Yes, unfortunate, isn’t it? This town is not big enough for us both. The whole continent of Europe wasn’t big enough for us both” He grumbled as he shook his head and set the coffee down for the moment. He looked her over with a quizzing look then folded his arms on the table “So…are you still, you know…ah-“ He made a face and motioned his hand in a circle “How do I ask this as politely as possible. Oh!” He smiled cheerfully at her “Still a whore?” Yup, that was him being as polite as possible. Really he didn’t have a problem with his sister selling herself to men, please, he himself had slept around with plenty of women with no shame. But she was his sister and he liked to tease her, and picking at her chosen profession was the best thing of all among the whole laundry list of things he had to give her a hard time about.

Know someone that he knew? He quirked a brow and made a face “If you tell me D’artagnan and that he’s a client of yours, I may have to vomit” D’artagnan was one of the oldest people he knew that was at the school, and the first that came to mind that Devika would know mutually. He then laughed “Freak out is a bit of an overstatement, but I know a particular blonde little nun that will be disappointed” Why did she think she needed to beat D’artagnan, or whoever it was, to the punch about him knowing she was there? Honestly if anyone had told him Devika was in town he would have shrugged and moved on with his life. Why was she acting so strange? Had she lost a few marbles in the past forty years?

But then she mentioned a witch and his face instantly fell. He only knew one female witch that mattered to him, and he suddenly understood her behavior. He stared at her long and hard and although his body language was calm, his gaze spoke volumes.”Tristian?” There was a harsh edge to his tone and he smiled and chuckled a bit…and oh boy, it was not a good sound at all “You have been taking blood from Tristian” He nodded, staring down off to the side for a few moments then looked at her like he was ten seconds away from reaching over the table and ringing her neck “And you thought bringing me to such a public place would stop me from ripping you apart, is that it? Because if that’s what you thought, you were sorely mistaken. The only thing that will be in the sand, sister, is your body” No one touched Tristian, no one.

Oh his sister, the calm one in the family that was for sure. She never seemed to hold the instant temper that he and their brother seemed to possess. It made it very frustrating to try and make fun of her, but thousands of years later and he was still trying to get her wild up and pissed off at him because of his comments. Her reaction to D’artagnan’s name to look through her phone made him give her a funny look and he waved it off “Don’t bother. He’s occupied enough, you don’t have to worry” He was head over heels after someone already, so he doubted someone like Devika would get to him at all that she’d need to worry about….and that was the thing, she seemed worried about this person they both knew. Yes, in the past he had gotten irritated and blown up a bit when she made meals out of people he knew….but nothing like what he wanted to do when he found out it was Tristian.

She may have been rational, but not him. Did he give a damn that she hadn’t known he staked claim on Tristian? Of course not. All he cared about was she got her hands on Tristian’s blood and had been feeding off of her, and that Tristian had not even told him this was going on! Was the girl an idiot? He growled but realized he’d deal with the little witch later, right now he had to pick which way he wanted to torture and kill his sister by. “You touched her. She is mine and you were taking her blood!” His voice was low but he might as well been hollering at her with how much punch he put in every word he spat out. He grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fists. He wanted to hurt her, oh so badly he wanted to hurt her and kill her, but there was no satisfaction in killing his sister when she didn’t actually die.

“You speak as if I care about your excuses, Devika. I do not care! You think you would tell me this and you go unpunished? You should know me well enough then to think that” He didn’t want to calm down, hell no he wasn’t going to calm down! He was absolutely furious, more furious then he had ever been before at his twin but of course this situation was different than any argument they had ever had. No one in his entire existence mattered to him as much as Tristian did, and he refused to let anyone harm her, whether she gave permission to it or not. He leaned across the table as he glared at her “I may not be able to kill you but you best watch yourself or you’ll end up like our brother”

His fist hit the table and he didn’t give a damn when eyes turned to look at them “I am not taking this out of proportion!” He snapped, his voice rising as his anger kept boiling under the surface. She was so aggravating! Why did she stay so calm?! At least Amon would fight back at him when they had a disagreement and Tristian always yelled at him too. Khalid liked better to have a screaming match then him be the pissed off one and someone trying to calm him down, because that just angered him further. When she questioned about their brother he growled and sat back “Amon crossed too many lines and he got what he deserved for it. I can do the same to you. Tristian is a line never to even be looked at!” Ok, maybe it was a bit much to threaten to strip his sister’s power away and lock her for eternity inside of a statue but he was very, very angry.

He sneered and sat back, shaking his head “I am not attached to her” He said stubbornly and well, it was rather true in a weird way. He wasn’t attached to Tristian, because the word attached was far too simple for what he felt for the witch but he was hardly going to have such open sharing time with his sister when all he wanted to do was kill her or at least rip her wings off. He cursed in Arabic under his breath as he looked off out the window “You come into town and just immediately start messing with things that are not yours to touch. Of all people you chose her!” His head snapped back to her “You better be dead serious when you say you have cut ties with her or I swear to whatever God I have to to be able to pull you apart permanently, Devika”

He snarled “I am not in love with her” He snapped, staring at her like a shark ready to swallow her whole. How dare she say he was in love with Tristian! Bratty little whore. He shouldn’t have come here, he really shouldn’t have, but then again if he hadn’t he would have never found out about the little exchange she had with Tristian. HIS Tristian that she had touched and been using like her own personal blood bank. Disgusting. He smirked when she commented about him getting along with Amon “Well, never now” So he hadn’t ever told her what he had done to their brother and he had simply lost his temper and hinted to the fact he had indeed did something to Amon, oh well. He hadn’t told her because she didn’t need to know, not like they had all ever been tight knit and he didn’t need his twin’s permission to all but kill their older brother. It had been what? A very, very, very long ass time ago? Too late to bother telling her now he supposed.

“I’m not acting like a child” Damn it she always ticked him off, this is why he tried to avoid her for a couple hundred years but she always seemed to pop up when she wasn’t wanted, which was always. He really wanted to stay mad at her, wanted to do something to her for messing with Tristian, but the unfortunate part was they were in a public place and he couldn’t or Evelyn would break his arms and kneecaps again and damn it that had hurt! “Fine” He bit out “Fine it’s dropped” For now at least. If she thought she was safe at all she was wrong, he would get back at her when he had a more prime opportunity. Maybe not torture the living hell out of her like he wanted at the moment, but he would do something to make her pay. For now however he would pretend to calm down and suffer through this meeting with her.

He picked up the coffee indignantly and gave her a harsh glare when she called him Bman “You do not call me that” He hissed, wondering if she had a serious death wish today. No one called him that except one special little witch, anyone else that gave him a nickname would get nails shoved in their eyes. He took a long drink of the coffee then set it back down a lot harder then was needed “So is that all? You asked me here to tell me about Tristian?” There better not be any more surprises, he thought.

Civilized conversation? Did she even know him? When did he ever do anything in a civilized manner? He made a face and contemplated it, not knowing if he wanted to bother. The damned woman just fed off the one person he had made off limits to everyone, and she had taken her blood. He was still brooding furiously in the inside about that and would be for a while until he at least yelled at Tristian about it…hell, he’d probably even be angry after he confronted her. Really what could they talk about? He didn’t care about her life or what she had been up too since the last time he saw her and he doubted she cared about his life either.

But when she got up he picked up "his" coffee and took another drink of it, watching her with narrowed eyes before he rolled his eyes and sighed “Just…sit down. You want to talk? Fine, will talk” He gave her a very fake cheerful smile and folded his arms back on the table, watching her like a sarcastic version of a eager child and motioned for her to sit back down “Come on, sit. Will talk. Do each others hair and nails. Check out hot men. Will bond” Oh every word out of his mouth was dripping with disdain but he never lost his false little grin.

“Well, there’s the difference between you and me” He didn’t give a damn, unlike her. Khalid had always cared about himself and never others, it was always his needs, his feelings, his protection, his everything that mattered and everyone else fell behind. That had changed recently with Tristian, now everything he thought about seemed to only concern her, but Devika didn’t need to know that. He caught the hint in her tone and couldn’t fathom why she would be hurt at all. To him his anger was totally rational for a girl that he apparently wasn’t attached too or wasn’t in love with. Totally rational, she just didn’t see that it was and that was not his fault.

He put his hands up for a brief second before folding them back on the table. He had no true intentions to touch anything about her…but, well, since she seemed to adamant about it maybe he would. He shrugged, turning from angry to now non-chalant and uncaring, but he was simply just trying to copy her attitude about all of this. “Alright, lines are good. We will draw up all the lines we need” Maybe he was aggravated with her but her idea to do this was a good idea. If they got everything cleared and out in the open now then there would be no miscommunications down the road. And also if she crossed any lines he verbally set, then he’d have a real reason to get back at her for touching Tristian.

He looked at the wing she pulled out and pointed to it “They have crèmes for that” He said with a dead serious expression, though on the inside he was smirking. But then he shifted in his chair and took in a breath “First person off limits is Tristian. Completely off limits. Don’t even get near her anymore in any way” He didn’t want Devika slipping and taking blood from Tristian so he wanted her far away from her “Second I’m just going to throw him out there, D’artagnan. You don’t try to mess with him or try to get him as a client or whatever you do. And third, there is a nun Michelle who works at the church on campus. You don’t touch her either” He couldn’t see why in the world Michelle would ever be around a woman like Devika, but he was just getting it out in the clear because he had never expected Tristian to make such a deal either.

His head snapped back a little at the comment she threw back at him and he couldn’t help it, he laughed. It was funny! Even though it was against him it was still funny and Khalid appreciated a good come back, especially one like that that he had not been expecting “Touché, little sister, touché” He raised the coffee cup at her before taking one last long drink to finish it off then put it back down “Next time order something harsher, this one was way too sweet” He complained, even though he had swallowed down the contents in a very short amount of time. Even if he didn’t like a certain flavor of coffee, he still drank it. It was coffee! Coffee was not to be wasted.

He gave her a look “If she comes to you then you just turn and walk away from her. Run away if you have too, but you don’t get anywhere near eyesight with her. That clear?” He shot back. He wasn’t going to allow any loopholes when it came to his little witch, there was only his way or no way and the no way path was him tearing Devika apart. If they had to sit and negotiate for hours because she wanted to be stubborn then so be it, but he would not be lenient in letting Devika close to Tristian, he just could not allow it. He then snorted “Yes, fine, I’ll buy her supplies, whatever she wants just tell me what it is she looks for”

“Well, something’s…different, about this nun so just don’t be tempted near her.” He warned. He liked MIsha, he wouldn’t admit it, but she had come to be a good friend and D’artagnan would kill him if his own sister did anything to her. When she listed her own people to stay away he sat back and looked like a upset child “Your deny me Elizabetia?! Damn it, she has some good fears. I give her nightmares about Sebastian. She’s a good meal you know” He was huffing and puffing like a kid who got his candy taken away but he sighed heavily and growled “Fine, I can afford to lose her. The others I only know of Vega and trust me I stay away from her naturally.”

“Stealing yours is a lot more fulfilling” He grinned at her. His sister wasn’t so bad, when he wasn’t steaming mad at her. He did like to tease her and have fun every once and a while, he just wasn’t particularly chummy was all but he wasn’t overly involved with any of the people he knew. He nodded and looked satisfied with their agreement concerning Tristian and he would trust Devika’s word and hoped, mostly for her sake, that she didn’t break it. He took the list curiously and looked over the items briefly, not knowing more than half the things on it but he shook his head in amusement and chuckled “Not surprised. She’s obsessed with her art” He didn’t really understand art, but Tristian liked it so…whatever. She wanted art supplies; he’d get her art supplies. Honestly if Tristian wanted a pink flying pony, he’d get it.

“Good” Devika’s wings were exactly what he was worried about. The little blonde nun was freakishly religious, and something about her was…off. Whatever the reason he was nervous about Misha ever being around Devika and her blood needs and trying to worship the fae like an angel, so he was just content in the fact he had mentioned her. But he wondered if it was depressing or not that he had only mentioned three people, and Devika had had a laundry list of people he was supposed to stay away from. Well, he knew he wasn’t social, that was for sure. Devika was social in a totally different way.

He raised a brow and gave her a surprised look “Evelyn Varrow?” His look worsened in staring at her strangely. Devika just…didn’t seem like company Evelyn would keep as a friend, so why did Devika bring her up? “Evelyn is a friend of mine…well, alright, friend is a bit of a strong word. I touched her once to read her mind and she broke both my arms and crushed my kneecaps. So a better description would be I respect her and learned my lesson to never mess with her” Khalid didn’t respect many, especially not some young little Vampire, but he had to hand it to Evelyn she was one tough bitch, just like her sire Castielle. Sure he didn’t respect Evelyn to her face, but he did deep down. It was the thought that counted “Why do you bring her up?”
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He made a face “I know she’s passionate about art” He said defensively, for he didn’t like Devika talking to him about Tristian like he didn’t know things about her. He knew everything about her! Granted he only knew because he invaded her mind and not because he put effort in knowing her but still, he knew damn it and that was all that mattered. He looked intrigued, in a bad way, when she asked for a favor “Oh? A favor hm?” He smirked at her and listened very intently to her request. His face dropped, he had been expecting something far more juicy, something he could hang over her head “Oh, well sure, alright” he shrugged “I’ve seen her Barbie dolls before. They are quiet good” Sure he could have been an ass and say no but he figured if he gave the puppet to Devika himself that gave Tristian one less reason to go looking for her.

“Nowe?” That was his first guess of this supposed person attached to Evelyn, Nowe was always around Evelyn more than anybody else, but when Devika said ‘she’ he realized that there was someone close to the Dean he had never noticed before…and Khalid noticed pretty much everything. “Protector of the Dean? For that long? The only guard’s she has I know about. Who is this person?” He was dying to know, he loved gossip and Dean gossip was the best kind because they was hardly any of it around. He then rolled his eyes “Don’t worry and your friend doesn’t have to worry, I don’t mess with Evelyn” Anyway, the damned woman never slept! He couldn’t get nightmares from her even if he wanted too.

He pouted when she wouldn’t tell him who it was “Hey, were siblings, were supposed to share” He gave her a look that was meant to be pleading, but it didn’t exactly work on him well. He could have just grabbed her arm and found out himself, but sadly his twin knew him and his little tricks far too well. She would probably achieve stabbing him in the face with her cellphone before he could get an ounce of information out of her. No fun at all. “Can’t you give me any hints? Two small hints? One big hint?” He was being ornery like a child, but he wanted to know! This was the Dean; she was shrouded in mystery enough to have even more added on and no fae scared him, he wasn’t worried about that at all, big deal.

He thrummed his fingers against the table as he tried to think of who it could be. All males were out so…who?! He honestly couldn’t think of anybody. Couldn’t be Evelyn secretary, she hadn’t worked there that long. Claire was a new guard so it wasn’t her but she had been at the school for a while though…gur who was it?! He honestly didn’t have any clue and that was very, very frustrating. And then a small little light bulb popped in his head and although it was a long shot, he’d figure he’d try it “Does this fae…happen to be blonde?” he asked curiously a slow grin coming on his lips.

He laughed with her surprisingly and shook his head. Sure he and his twin had many differences but, they were twins none the same and maybe deep down he liked her a lot more then he would ever admit even to himself. She was the only person who truly knew everything about him…ok, maybe not everything he had ever done but she knew him. There were positives and negatives to that but, the times like this the positives weren’t as horrible as he whined about. “Of course were wonderful at sharing! Were like the Hatfield’s and McCoy’s of sharing. It’s phenomenal” He joked with a lopsided smirk on his face. For now the anger towards her was gone…for now.

He gave her a unhappy look “Secrets are sin you know. It’s in the bible” Like he gave two shits about sin but, he had been getting very bible educated from Misha lately so he liked to use his newfound knowledge when he could and apparently secrets were a bad thing according to the little nun. He had millions of secrets kept from his sister, but that wasn’t the point right now, the point was he wanted to know what she knew. Her answer told him it was a yes, or should would have just simply told him he was way off base “So, it’s possible it was the blonde girl I saw. Hmmm, interesting” He sat back and got that very curious look on his face that spoke volumes of danger. Khalid liked danger, when someone told him to stay away from something for his own good, he didn’t.

He made a face “I’m not a professor, the human is a professor. Because being a stuck up know it all psychologist wasn’t good enough for him” He then sighed “It was a deal Evelyn forced me to make. I was allowed to be on campus as long as I was useful so, hence the human part gets to teach” Evelyn knew who he was and she hadn’t trusted him at all, but since his human side was polite, respectful and everything the fae side wasn’t, she told him if she could use him as a much needed professor he could hang around so, he had taken it.