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== <b>/ck/ Visits /x/ </b> ==

“Nope”, replied /r/, never looking up from his girly magazine, “for something like that you should try that creepy girl.”

Disheartened, /ck/ shuffled back to the kitchen and opened the book once again. coq au vin. A rustic French chicken dish: hearty, refined but not haughty, fancy but not schmancy. /co/ would love it she was sure. “Truly a dish of super-heroic standards”, he would beam, “you’re the greatest!” She couldn’t help but smile at the thought.

There was just the matter of that one elusive ingredient. She had tried all the usual spots, and had made called every butcher and specialty food shop within 50 miles of the apartment. No luck. Some other recipe perhaps? No, her mind was made up and her heart was set. For the dish, for /co/, she would summon her courage. She would visit /x/.

Her resolve lasted all the way to /x/’s door. The door was covered with warnings and strange symbols she could only guess were meant to ward off whatever /x/ was convinced would come for her. With a deep breath she rallied her remaining courage and knocked. After several moments and half a dozen door latches being undone the door opened several inches, though a door chain remained in place. A single red eye was visible peeking through the crack.

“Yes”, a quiet voice questioned.
“Hi /x/.” “Um”…, she stammered. “I have kind of an odd question.”
After a few moments of silence the voice replied, “Yes?”
“Do you, um, happen to have a pint of chicken blood I could borrow?” she finally spat out.
“One moment.” The door closed and a sudden feeling of relief swept over /ck/. She was proud of herself. She faced her fear and now she could prepare a wonderful dish for herself and /co/. He would probably be doubly impressed with her for her bravery. Again she couldn’t hold back a smile thinking about it.

The door opened once again, this time a pale hand could be seen holding a cup. “Thank you so much /x/”, she chirped as she reached for the cup, “I have to admit I was a bit worr…”
SPLASH
Long moments passed as /ck/ stood in shock and /x/ watched her intently through the crack. She was drenched but…. Wait… this isn’t blood
“Holy water”, /x/ replied. “Vampire check . Standard procedure for anyone coming to my door asking for blood. No one is bidden to enter before checking out. I’m sure you understand”

“Wouldn’t a cross or something be more efficient?” /ck/ blurted out slightly flustered and wiping her face.
“You seem fine.” replied the pale young girl, ignoring the question. “I guess you can come in.”
/ck/ couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do less, but after /x/ released the door chain and opened the door fully she hesitantly stepped in.
“Do watch your step though.”

/ck/ quickly halted and looked down to see an elaborate array of candles and bizarre occult looking bric-a-brac covering the floor.
“Try not to knock anything out of place; these things can be very… finicky.”
“Finicky?” /ck/ puzzled aloud.
“Oh yes. The slightest mistake can cause all kinds of unexpected things to happen. Even a simple love spell can cause havoc with nothing more than a misspoken gender qualifier.”
“That /v/!” a voice could suddenly be heard from the hallway. It was /a/ holding a plastic box as he emerged from his apartment. “He left his new game at my place, I should return it.” He looked up to notice /ck/ and /x/ watching him through /x/’s still open doorway. “Uh… not that I care if he loses his dumb game or anything! I’m just sick of that idiot always leaving his stuff around for me to clean up!” he blurted before running off.
“Finicky stuff.” /x/ mused.
“Wait… does that mean…”

“Just what do you need chicken blood for?” /x/ interrupted.
“Oh, it’s for a recipe… coq au vin, the classic version uses blood to thicken the sauce. It sounded kind of interesting and I think /co/ will really like it.”
“I see. And how is /co/?” /x/ asked turning to a mini fridge in the corner of the room.
“He’s good, he and /tg/ have patched things up for the most part. We were both a bit worried about him for awhile there.”
“You give him too little credit” /x/ snapped a little more forcefully than she intended. “He’s stronger than you know.”
/x/ quickly turned back to the fridge, a little confused by her own out-burst.
“I… I didn’t mean to imply… I was just worried that it may have hurt him. Me with his best friend after all.”

“He seems to have gotten over it well enough.” said /x/ walking back with a small thermos.
“Yes, it was kind of mutual really. I guess the magic was just gone.” /ck/ paused a moment considering her words. “If you’ll excuse the expression” she mumbled feeling a bit silly now.
“The magic?” /x/ replied with what may have been a slight grin. “And is the ‘magic’ there with /co/?”
“Oh yes! We’re very happy!”
“I figured as much. Enjoy.” /x/ said with that same sly grin, handing the thermos finally to /ck/. “I’m sure the magic will be there for some time to come.”
“Th… thank you” /ck/ said, unsure of what just happened. “I’ll be sure to save you some if you like?”
/x/ simply nodded as she quietly closed the door behind /ck/, still with that sly half-smile; a smile that would haunt /ck/ for days to come.