Paying the bills was an absolute necessity and the fact that the first bill was a whopping §15,700 nearly made poor Were-Tosh's eyes pop out. But it wasn't bad considering the size of the property and the house that they were living in. Besides...who got to live in a house with a pipe-organ. Tosh was sure that all the vampires were jealous. weres thought vampires were mysterious and brooding types, y'know...the sparkling Twilight kind, y'know, like the Cullens of movie infamy - the fame-seeking supernaturals. And frankly the vampires thought that werewolves were immature furry jocks going around smelling each other and getting socked in the head for it. What was fun about the supernatural life without the risk of brain concussion? Being all broody and mysterious with an air of danger was just for emos. Might as well buy a pack of "Splat - Pitch Black" and dye your hair and your eyebrows. And Tosh and Meg had compared fangs...and they were sure that they had bigger fangs than vampires anyways.
Tosh put in his daily exercise on the weight machine. Besides, how better to look more intimidating than to pack on muscle. And he had to admit that he and Meg, in werewolf form, sported some pretty impressive under-bite with their lower fangs jutting out. "Take that you sparkly pouffy vampires. We got two sets of fangs: an upper and a lower. Why what wonderfully sharp teeth you have? The better to rip out your throat with, my dear."
Moonlight Falls was impressive under any circumstances. The glowing green light of the moon lent an eery feel to the night, making it a perfectly spooky atmosphere for creatures of the night to cultivate and pursue their nocturnal activities. Eery howls from town weres also made the few humans that inhabited Moonlight Falls lock their doors, pee their pants and generally hide under their sheets. Evidently the going scuttlebutt around town supernaturals was that you could tell which homes were owned by humans, mainly by the bathroom smell that seemed to permeate the carpets.
Tosh. generally as a rule, used the cover of night for his nocturnal hunting expeditions to find gemstones and alchemic ingredients, however there were times that necessity forced him to hunt under the sun. In that regards, he hunted but kept to remote locations, though on certain occasions he would have to follow the road.
Meg went to the store to top up victuals in human form, but had the desire to eat raw meat which probably didn't go over too well with the town populace who had to witness her eat a roast completely raw. "Awwww, did wittle Meggie gross you out? Vampie? Be a man; grow a pair."
Restocking victuals also meant that they needed to get some cooking skills fast, so they spent the next morning enjoying, what else, cookbooks. Of course, that was after some seriously heavy petting, which Meg loved because it meant that they were bonding as a pair. And frankly, Tosh had been "eyes only for Meg" ever since they had fled the research facility. As weres they would have to form their own pack which would hold fast against humans and other were-packs.
And that involved doing the research in alchemy and collecting gemstones to increase their wealth, because forming a pack would take some influence and the only influence that truly talked was how many simoleons you had in your bank account. Luckily, they seemed to have settled on a property that had a lot of gemstones popping up, which meant that Tosh hardly ever had to leave the property unless it was absolutely necessary. Tosh and Meg pretty much became hermits, seeking and wanting only each other's company. Tosh would only take members of his own friendship circle into his pack because he did not want to be stabbed in the back by some unscrupulous were.
...and their fortune grew, allowing them to sport matching Margarite Vaguesters, with nothing differing except for their colour. Life was good.
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