&; venomous POISON__, tagged ; [saint&&jase]

[Izabella Snow]

"Your cruel device; Your blood, like ice.
One look, could kill; My pain, your thrill..."


The lyrics fell from her pink lips with a slightly melodic ring as she swayed her hips with the smallest of motions to the beat flowing from her headphones and into her ears. She'd never considered herself a singer, never felt that doing so suited her nor did she feel that she actually had a voice for singing. But it wasn't as if the blonde was singing loudly. The words were sang at the same volume she normally spoke (when she didn't feel the need to yell, at least). Plus, her cousin was knocked out in the bedroom, and probably would be for the next few hours. She wasn't sure exactly where the other male was. It wasn't likely she'd be heard unless he suddenly appeared, though he could have been standing directly behind her at the moment and she wouldn't have realized it.

She stood at the sink in Saint's Raway home the day after they'd arrived and the morning after Jase's change. The girl was clad in her tank top and shorts again, the white material of the shirt decorated by black and green designs around a central focal point – Sanrio's Badtz-Maru and his pet alligator, Pochi. The shorts were the same color as the penguin's picture – black. Her hair was in a messy braid pulled over her right shoulder. She had shed of her favorite black hoodie, as well. Her hands were deftly doing the task she'd promised herself she would do the day before – washing the dishes.

She was tired, true, but the lady werewolf didn't feel the need to go back to bed right now. Her nerves were still a little messed up from the night before even though they'd managed through her cousin's selfish streak well enough. She understood how he felt, but the way he'd acted had been a bit unnecessary. It'd been a little different if he hadn't known either of them, and maybe she wouldn't have been so effected by it.

Izza sighed as she rinsed a bowl that had formerly been occupied by ice cream, singing lightly along as Poison by Groove Coverage continued into the chorus from the first verse. She really needed to learn not to dwell on her thoughts too much. They only made her even more tired.

[Saint Harrow]

Saint had left the house earlier that morning to go out and look at his horses. There were exactly seven Arabians. Three female, and four male. Somehow, he felt like he could relate to them, though he didn't see how. A large male- the largest, the alpha had they been wolves- was watching Saint from a spot in the corner. Not warily as he had been earlier. Merely curious. This particular male was all white, with two grey spots on his back, and a black mane and tail.

Two of the other males were currently eating, the food seeming to have appeared randomly that morning. (Also, Saint had noted, Tay's dog bowl had been full.) One male was a nice mix of brown and black, with a few white flecks and a redish mane. The other was grey and brown, his grey mane seeming to come from old age, for there was a slightly red tint to it as well.

The last male was courting- it looked- two of the females. He was almost as large as the alpha, Oreo colors, with a black mane and and a white tail. He made Saint want to giggle by looking so yin and yang ish. The two females were almost identical, with brown bodies, black hair, and several grey spots.

It was the third female, however, that managed to capture his eye and hold it there. She was all black, and very tiny, looking perhaps to still be in her adolescent years. Silver- not grey- eyes shone out, and she kept watching him, put off that he was here. And every time someone came up to her? She'd neigh and trot away.

Shaking his head of the horses, Saint jumped off the fence and headed towards the house. Perhaps someone was awake now, to give him company. Though he'd only slept a few hours the night before, it had been- he consented- the best sleep he'd gotten in a very long time. Opening the front door to his little hide away, he smiled to find Izza in the kitchen. Singing? Yes.

"Hey you." He loped over to the fridge and swung it open, not feeling up to running on empty any longer. "Sleep well?"

[Izabella Snow]

Izza felt the cold air blow in from outside against the back of her bare legs but paid it no mind. Which, in turn, directly effected her jumping when Saint spoke and holding her hand to her heart. She looked up at him with a wide-eyed expression that said 'You just scared the shit out of me.' Pausing the Zune at her hip, she turned to return what she was doing as she responded. "Great. Just didn't get enough sleep," She responded, glancing at the boy from the corner of her eyes. "And you?"

Finishing up the final dish, the girl sat it in the rack to dry with the rest. Reaching down into the hot, soapy water, she pulled the plug to the drain and watched absently for a moment as the water disappeared down it. Izza then pulled her headphones from her ears, wrapping the cord around her mp3 player before dropping it onto the table. With a crinkle of her nose, she cocked her head slightly and looked to Saint. "Please tell me you weren't standing there long and had to listen to my singing."

[Saint Harrow]

He chuckled, pulling out a can of Full Throttle, Blue Demon. Leaning back against the counter, he popped the lid and smiled at the blond. "Well, yes... I mean... I didn't hear a lot of it... just a few lines." Saint held up his pinky in front of her face. "And I swear to never mention it ever again. Pinky swear." Man-giggling still, he took a swig on his energy drink, and tilted his head to stare longingly out the window.

"So, I've been thinking. Jase seems to be pretty fast, but we'll need to test him in; speed, strength, agility, brute strength, and defensive as well as offensive fighting." Covering a yawn with his empty hand, Saint frowned. "You know, I'm sort of worried. Will and Lucian should have showed up here by now, yelling at us for taking off without telling anyone. I haven't spoken to them in almost a week. And they're never there when I phase..."

Saint let his words drift off there, not all that concerned with the brothers. Slightly worried, not exactly up in arms about it. He imagined he'd only get that way should one of them turn up dead.

[Izabella Snow]

Izza snickered, a grin lighting her features. "I 'preciate that," She responded, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table and plopping into it. The girl nodded to his mention of what to test Jase in. "I lay claim on defensive fighting to test him, in the beginning at least. He should be able to defend himself against me after all these years. Plus it's fun to pounce." She giggled again before sobering slightly upon the mention of the brothers.

"Normally ya can't get 'em outta your head, now we hear nothing. Crazy," The blond replied, shaking her head. "But maybe we just can't hear them when we phase. The farthest connection we know of is three hundred miles. Maybe we're outside of the range." She was fairly concerned, but it wouldn't be something she'd lose sleep over. She liked not having someone rummaging in her head, but she knew that they did need to contact Will sometime soon.

Izza leaned back in the chair, lifting her feet from the ground as she used the back of the chair and the table to keep from falling backward. "I'm gonna die if I fall back," She muttered to herself, glancing behind her briefly before looking back up at Saint.

[Saint Harrow]

He nodded at the right moments, chuckled at the right lines. After a moment, when she mumbled to herself, he looked over with a very serious frown on his face, and shook his head. "No, you would not. Know why? Well, I'll tell you why. Because I am amazing, and I would catch you." Nodding like it was the most apparent thing in the world, Saint stood. "I'm gonna go wake up sleeping beauty."

Turning from the kitchen, he made a stop to lean down and rub Tay's fur. She growled in content and rolled over so he could scratch her belly. Chuckling, Saint did so for a moment before standing back up and walking to the door that concealed Jase from the rest of the world. One knock. Two knocks. No answer. Sighing, he pushed the door open.

"Oooh, Jasey pooh, it's time to wakey wakey!" He sang in a slightly feminine tone, walking over to hover above the somewhat younger male.

[Izabella Snow]

Izza cocked her head at Saint as he commented on her mutter, looking as serious as he did despite the curiosity dancing in her eyes. "I didn't mean in the literal sense. But good to know you'd catch me nonetheless," She responded, offering a sheepish grin before giggling slightly at the mention of her cousin and the boy's term for him. "Mkay," The girl muttered, laughing at his way of waking Jase up as she stood to grab her Zune and put it in her bag a moment later.

He'd heard the knocks and paid them little mind, barely even coming out of unconsciousness. The boy was rather exhausted, and he'd had the craziest dream about wolves and running and....

With a groan, Jase turned his head out of where he'd buried it in his pillow to block out whatever light might have invaded the room. "Leave me alone," He murmured lazily at someone's call, starting to open his eyes before they snapped open at the sight of Saint hovering above him. "The hell..." Uh oh. So that meant it wasn't a dream. He really had turned into a wolf last night. That would certainly explain why his muscles were aching now.

The boy turned his head back into the pillow, groaning again. "Let me sleep." The request came out muffled and broken due to the material he'd buried his face into.

[Saint Harrow]

"No." Saint answered simply, snatching the blankets back. He crossed his arms over his chest, cocking his head at the other boy. "Well... yeah, no. You can't sleep any longer. It's almost nine, and we need to see where you're at physically- considering we already know where you are mentally." He added the last part sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "You have ten minutes. I'll be in the kitchen with Izza."

Turning around, he slammed the door shut and walked back to his blond, female friend. "Honestly, Iz, that cousin of yours is getting on my last nerve. Can't we just throw him in a puddle somewhere and tell everyone he fell? I mean... you can't be that attached to having the little cretin around." He was, of course, joking.

This is... about the drowning him part. Not the part of Jase getting on his last nerve. That was very much a reality. Opening the fridge once more, he peered inside and grabbed the eggs. "I'm making an omelet. You want one?"

[Izabella Snow]

Grumbling irritatedly into his pillow, Jase grabbed the covers and pulled them up over his head defiantly. He really, really hated being told what to do. But he knew he couldn't go back to sleep now, so he laid there until almost the full ten minutes had passed before even bothering to stand and rummage through his bag for clothes.

Izza looked up as Saint reappeared, back in her seat at the kitchen table with a notebook and pen in hand. Smiling ever-so-slightly, she looked as if to consider his suggestion before shaking her head. "Be nice to him, please. For me, if not for the entire pack's sake," She responded, dropping her notebook onto the table and disappearing briefly into the living room only to reappear with her hoodie on once again. She really did love the over-sized jacket, even if she truly didn't need it. Plus, she still felt the need for the slightest bit of modesty around her cousin since it seemed he'd be joining the waking world in a few moments, and her pajamas hadn't left all that much to the imagination.

"Yes please," The blonde replied to Saint's question concerning the omelet as she leaned against the counter, turning her head to look at the kitchen threshold right before her cousin stepped through it. "Why, good mornin', lazy ass. Sleep well?" Her words took on a slightly southern ring and Izza grinned broadly at her cousin.

Jase muttered unintelligibly a few select curses that couldn't be made out as he rubbed at one eye. "Yeah, until I got woke up," He finally responded. Taking Izza's former seat at the table, he laid his head against the wood. "So tired."

"You're beginning to sound like me. That's never good."

[Saint Harrow]

Saint sighed, cracking an egg into the pan. "Well... for you then. But you so owe me." He watched her go to fetch the hoodie with a slightly confused face, which even became more so when she returned. Why would she feel the need to have more modest around a family member than around him? That just didn't add up together. Wasn't Saint the one she was supposed to be afraid of showing herself to?

Well, I guess it sort of made sense. After all, he'd seen every part of her on the not-so-rare occasions they were together and going human again. Not that he'd looked. Don't get me wrong, the guy isn't a pervert. But when you're going from wolf to human, modesty and manners aren't generally the first thing on your mind. Though, he reasoned, I'm sure at least one of them is top ten.

As Jase made his appearance, Saint chuckled and and poured a bit of salt and pepper into the pan. "Oh, good Lord, no! The last thing we need in this world is another Izza Snow!" Making a horrified face, he put a hand over his heart and mock fainted. Chuckling once more, he added eggs for Jase without asking the boy if he wanted them or not.

[Izabella Snow]

"Mkay, let me know when to take care of that and even us up again," She responded absently. Izza just wasn't really a modest sort of girl. Not by a long shot. And Saint had been there when she'd phased on more occasions than she could count on both hands, so she didn't see all that much of a point in trying any longer, though she had in the beginning. Seeing Saint's confused expression, she elaborated. "I'm not big on the idea of my own cousin seeing more than necessary. He will eventually, but I'll carefully avoid it until I no longer can." She shrugged.

The girl harrumphed and pouted at his teasing, crossing her arms moodily over her chest. "Har dee har har," She said, her voice oozing with sarcasm. After a moment, Izza huffed again and pushed herself up to sit on the counter as she had the day before. She liked that it helped her feel not as short around either of them, even if Jase was currently seated at the table.

Jase lifted his head from the wood, trying not to doze off or zone out. He sighed, shaking his head at the two with a small smile on his face before turning blue eyes on Izza. "Really, we don't need another one of you," He commented, his face dead serious despite the amusement that was trying to bubble to the surface.

She glared at him for a second, then gave up. "Really, I don't know why I put up with all this teasing. I must like you two more than I realize."

[Saint Harrow]

Saint barked a laugh, flipping the eggs in the pan. "Oh, I think you realize it, plenty, little miss. You're just hard pressed to admit that you do." Shooting another one of his grins at Jase, he focussed in on his omelet making. Slipping three plates out of the cabinet, he spoke to both of them but no one specific. "Someone fix the juice."

Just as he was putting the eggs onto plates, his phone rang. "Yo?"

...

"Oh, hi, Belinda."

...

"Yes, I'm fine, we're in Raway, like I said."

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"Yes, Izza and Jase are with me."

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"Izza. The pretty blond."

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"Right."

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"Jase is Izza's cousin."

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"No, that's Damien. Ow, shit! I gotta go!" He dropped the phone, putting his left hand in his mouth to suck on the bright re burn. "Stupid old aunts asking me stupid questions."

[Izabella Snow]

Jase merely laughed at the girl, running a hand through his disheveled hair to get it out of his face. He returned Saint's grin before standing to do as was asked of no one in particular, since it didn't seem the blond seated on the counter was going to do so.

Izza threw her arms akimbo, huffing. "Whatever, fine. I admit that I do realize it. But you shouldn't know that. Gives ya an advantage," She replied, making a rather annoyed face over the matter before sighing and offering no more in response. The female listened absently as Saint answered his phone, trying not to be nosy but unable to not listen to his side of the conversation. She smiled slightly upon realizing who the caller was, but her face darkened a moment later as Damien's name came into play and she looked down at the floor to regain her composure.

Looking back up to Saint a second later, she cocked an eyebrow and asked the obvious question. "Burn yourself?"

[Saint Harrow]

Saint watched the boy going to get the drinks, his dislike very slowly dissipating into the wind. The kid really wasn't all. Slightly disturbed and maybe a little arrogant, but not all bad. And, well, he had promised Izza to be nice to him. Therefor... well, he really didn't have any other choice except being nice. Or at least tolerable.

The black haired boy stopped in his sucking to shoot Izza a look clearly reading 'duh'. "Of course not Iz. I was just sitting here, looking at my hands, when I wondered what they tasted like. It's quite yummy actually. Wanna suck me, as well?" Rolling his eyes, he finished placing the omelets on the plates and carried them all to the table.

"Bonn apatite."

[Izabella Snow]

Jase brought three glasses of juice to the table, retaking his seat. He watched the both of them curiously, eyebrow raised. As his omelet was sat on the table, he smiled slightly, offering a thanks before digging in.

Izza bit her lip to keep from laughing at his response, deciding not to comment as she jumped down and went to the table to take a seat next to her cousin. Grabbing her notebook and pen from the center of the table, she closed the spiral-bound book and dropped it to the floor next to her seat, dropping the writing utensil atop it. The blond took a drink of her juice before thanking both of them, ever mindful of her manners. Or at least she tried to be.

After a long moment of concerning herself with the food in front of her, she looked up at her cousin. "So you up to figuring out what'cha got goin' for ya today?"

Jase glanced at her, shrugging. "I guess." He didn't seem all that enthusiastic, and Izza silently wondered if he was going to go back to his pissy attitude from the night before.