Fickle

[Isola]

Ah, yes.. You ran away with my flask."
Isola had a flashback from that night and nodded with a distant look on her face.
"Yeah, I might give you some hobo disease otherwise.." She said in a slightly sarcastic tone, smiling and arched her eyebrow, still in her daydreaming. She was so tired of people thinking that they would get a disease from talking to the homeless and that they would die if they touched them.
God, she missed Alan and his hugs right now.

[Jean]

"If you're going to put yourself down, don't put it on my conscience, girl." She hated it when people did that. Mostly when Leo did it, but she wasn't thrilled when others did either. "Either way I'm not planning on sharing needles with you, so I think I would be fine. From this point on I would say being a "hobo" will be your choice either way."

[Isola]

Isola rolled her eyes slightly and turned her gaze to Jean.
"Yeah, 'cause there is no place like a loving home someone gave you to get rid of you."

[Jean]

"It doesn't really matter if you live there or not, he's not going back either way." She told her and although Jean was pretty sure there was no way of getting a stubborn teenager to see things rationally, she still gave it a shot. "He does this once in a while, drops everything and just leaves to try and start fresh somewhere else. Thinks it will change anything. He would have with or without your involvement. So the question really is, are you going to chose to be homeless because of your bruised ego, or are you going to grow up, face the music and take the chance to change your situation?" Saying this, she turned to meet Isola's eyes with a very grave expression.

[Leo]

Leo looked at Bazz.
"But Jean said...?" He didn't finish the sentence, what good would it do? His scratching in the neck had become a melodical tapping, though he'd rather hit himself right now. After a while he stopped however.
"How do you do it... the vampire thing?" He said, thinking he needed no further explanation of his question.

[Balthazar]

Balthazar smirked and laid his head just a bit on the side as he said:
"I'll let it pass this once."
He was just about to tell Leo to stop his annoying scratching just as he stopped, and then thought about his question.
"You just... get use to it."
He didn't really have a better answer.

[Isola]

Isola looked forward again, Jeans words had affected her, made her reconsider.. What had she to lose to stay in the apartment? If she found Alan or he got her message about where she lived now, perhaps they could start a new life together. She wiped away the last black stripes of mascara on her cheeks with the jacket sleeve and felt a little better. Isola tried to play sulky and hurt but let a hint of a smile shine through.
"Fine! I'll stay in the damned apartment."

[Leo]

Leo nodded, rather confused but content with the answer. Bazz killing Jean wouldn't be good..
The second answer was just as confusing but not as comforting.
"I don't think I will" he said and sighed.

[Balthazar]

"Believe me, Leo, you will. I was just as miserable. I did my fair share of rebelling and killing, too. It's just one of those things you go through as a new vampire. Just as getting used to it is."
He tried not to sound like a father giving his kid some advice the kid hadn't really asked for. He was more going for making it sound frank.

[Jean]

"Glad to hear it." Jean said, giving Isola a light pat on the shoulder and leaning back against the glass behind her. "Now I just have to get said moron to follow suit and do the mature thing, but based on my track record, it's not going to go as well."

[Isola]

The bus stopped at the stop and just when Isola would go on board, she turned to Jean and said with a smile.
"Thanks! ..and good luck."
Then she got on the bus and went back to the apartment.

[Leo]

Leo raised an eyebrow. The thought of Bazz freaking out seemed very unlikely. Perhaps he was different then, but he was still Bazz.
"At least you had a sire..." he hissed and once again that thought creeped in. Why hadn't Bazz helped him back then when he was feeling like shit, all confused and... Perhaps this was the best help he could give Leo... Nobody could help him. Men always abandoned him when he needed them the most, women accused him of being a menace and hurt him.

[Balthazar]

Balthazar nodded slowly. He had had a sire. A sire that taught him how to be a vampire, in his own way, as with every vampire. There were no sire handbook.
He regretted not being there for Leo when he was turned. The thought of Leo as a vampire had been too much, and he had tried to kind of ignore it in a way. And also Leo hadn't really been very approachable at that time.
Balthazar fiddled with his hands a bit nervously, but stopped when he spoke.
"Yes. I'm sorry you hadn't, Leo."

[Leo]

"And then you and Jean were all sad because I had changed"... he almost whispered, pretty much talking to himself, re-living his memories.
"You're sorry..." he just whispered and stared into the wall, slightly rocking back and forth.

[Balthazar]

Balthazar thought he should be used to Leo and all his mood changes by now, but this was almost too much. He did not know what to do, what Leo really wanted from him.
He got up from the sofa and went over to Leo.
"Yes, I'm sorry. What more do you want from me?"
It was an earnest question.