Beaumont House

[Hadrian Beaumont]

"Where is it? Where is it? Argh. Luci, have you seen my mobile?"

The pale blonde haired woman looked up from where she was reading and shook her head, "No. Have you tried your room?" She suggested shyly before hiding her face in her book again.

"Yes, yes, three times at least. Move Oscar! OW!! Bloody cat!"

Luciana Beaumont giggled quietly into her book as her twin brother Hadrian flailed around the living room looking for his mobile phone, dislodging their foul tempered feline Oscar, a white persian their father gave their older sister in a somewhat pathetic attempt to buy her love, Fae had very nearly garrotted the cat with the phone cord if their mother hadn't interviened. Elizabeth loved that cat. Such a shame that the cat despised her only son so much.

Hadrian sucked irritably on his clawed fingers and narrowed dark green eyes on the pampered cat as he flicked his fluffy white tail mockingly at him.

The brunet turned and marched out of the room muttering about how he should go and get a dog, a doberman or possibly a pitbull, maybe an alsasian just so it would eat the bloody cat. He was resolutely ignoring his sister's laughter as it followed him into the kitchen where his mother was peeling potatoes.

"Mooom, you seen my phone?" He asked leaning against the kitchen counter and attempting to nick one of the grapes from the bowl. Only to have his hand slapped with the flat of a knife and drop said grape back into the bowl.

Elizabeth Beaumont, 5'5" with thick glossy curled brown hair, warm green eyes and freckled features smiled warmly at her only son as he nursed his clawed/slapped hand. "No I haven't. Have you tried your room?" She asked lightly, knowing that he had already looked three times and judging by the narrowed look he sent her, he damn well knew she knew.

Silence reigned for a while until Elizabeth started to giggle, "If you can't find it, why don't you just call it on the house phone and follow the sound of it ringing?" She suggested.

Her son just blinked before banging his head on the table and calling himself stupid for not thinking of it earlier.

Elizabeth just laughed, "Let's face it honey, you're as smart as they get, but you missed the train for Common Sense." She teased pressing a kiss against his head before ushering him out of the kitchen. "Now out. I have work to do and I can't do it with you hovering around like a bad smell."

"Oi, I don't smell!"

"Ha! That's what you think."

"I took a shower this morning!"

"I thought you were looking for your phone?"

Hadrian grumbled all manner of unpleasant things under his breath as he grabbed the house phone and keyed in his mobile number. Fairly soon the obnoxious sound of whatever ring tone his mother had programmed in this time floated to his ears from the living room.... from under Oscar.

"Ooh that cat." He growled turning the house phone off and lobbing it at the animal, causing Oscar to hiss violently and streak out of the room and into the kitchen where he was garanteed to get scraped from a sympathetic Elizabeth.

Snatching up his phone the brunet began to check through his messages before sending a few texts back, flopping down beside his sister. Luciana had taken after their father with her pale blonde hair, their older sister Fae had too though her's was more of a golden colour, she was a little shorter than her brother with pale jade green eyes and pale skin. She was still in her sleeping clothes and since it wasn't even noon yet he supposed she could get away with the simple white silk nightgown. Especially since she wasn't actually planning on going out, just staying in and reading like she always did.

Really.... how did he end up with such an uninspiring and boring twin sister? Ah yes, all that fun stuff went to him obviously. The brunet resisted the urge to grin like an idiot as he mentally bricked himself for thinking something so uncharitable about his dearest little sister.

[Nicholas Wright]

The problem with a household like this, was, as a currently large and rather angry werewolf was discovering, people didn't seem to notice him. After all, they were more concerned with bickering. It had literally just entered the house, and was curiously pushing its way into the living room. It needed to announce its presence, it decided.

It let out a howl, and then managed a toothy grin when people realised it was there.

That was, until the window exploded, and someone came tumbling through, covered in glass.

Wright managed to land on his feet, and would have looked suitably heroic, had he not then been unable to stop himself, crashed into a chair, flipped over it, and landed in a heap on the floor. He quickly stumbled to his feet, too drunk to feel the stabbing pain of the glass, and spotted the werewolf. It growled at him, and leapt.

Contary to what would be a sensible idea, Wright also leapt at it, and met it half way, hitting a small table and knocking a vase off of it in the process. To everybody's suprise, he managed to catch the vase. Rather than preserve it however, without thinking, he decided that this was a weapon, and smashed it into the werewolf's face.

The creature went to tear at him with its claws, but he hunched in close to it, and drove his knee into its groin. As big and strong as it was, it wasn't ideally built for brawling, and so it shifted back into a human being, rags of clothes hanging off a hairy, muscley looking man. He punched Wright angrily in the face, and knocked him backwards. The werewolf charged, and Wright swung aside, using the man's own weight to throw him towards the fireplace, where all kinds of assoreted valuables were stacked. They all smashed and shattered and toppled as the werewolf crashed along them.

Wright spotted a nice potrait in a big frame on the wall. Perfect. Still in his 'everything's a weapon mode' he grabbed it, and pulled it off the wall. He smashed it over the werewolf's head, pulling it down and pinning it in the frame. The werewolf growled angrily, and burst back into wolf form, driving a full powered werewolf punch into Wright's ribs.

Crunch. Wright went flying back into the fireplace, finishing off whatever ornaments had survived the first assault. A few of his ribs must have cracked under that one. He grabbed a log from the fireplace, and threw it at the werewolf. It slammed into it and burst into fiery splinters. Luckily, against narrative convention, it didn't roll away and set a curtain alight. Because Wright had already torn the curtain down, thrown it over the head of the werewolf, and wrapped it around so that it couldn't see.

It chewed through the curtains rapidely, but by that point, Wright had grabbed a candlestick, and hit it with it, hard. There was a hiss, and a growl, and a smell of burning. Wright glared at the candlestick.

Silver.

He bashed the werewolf a few more times before it lunged at him to stop the assault. He thrust the candlestick forwards, down the werewolf's throat, causing a massive yelp as it burnt and dropping it to the floor in agony, where it spasmed for a bit, before finally falling unconcious, reverting back to human form.

Wright fell to his knees, panting.
"....Don't...worry...." He finally said. "....Police..."

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian stared in stunned horror at the man who claimed to be a police officer from where he was stood in the corner, half covering his twin's body with his own as she trembled as stared at the unconscious form on the floor.

Their mother was stood in the doorway to the kitchen, shotgun held loosely in her hands, her blouse splashed with water from where she had jumped violently peeling the potatoes.

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri rushed into the room just in time to see Wright catch the vase. She stopped. Everything is under control....

She winced when Wright smashed the vase.

Maybe not.

Darting forward, she began a vain attempt the stop the ornaments from smashing. She managed to catch a few, and put them back in their place, only to have Wright and the lycan smash into the fireplace again and break them.

She sighed. Then she spotted the portrait on the wall, probably about the same time Wright did.

Oh no... please don't do it... She pleaded. She didn't doubt it was a very rare, probably antique portrait of some long-lost family member. She winced again as it smashed over the werewolf's head.

Once the werewolf was out, Eleri rushed over the Wright and crouched next to him.

"Sir, are you ok?" She asked, with genuine concern in her voice. Then her awareness of the family kicked in and she stood up.

"Eleri Mortymer, EHPD." She said in what she hoped was a reassuring tone. "This is my captain, Nicholas Wright. Sorry for the intrusion, we were chasing this criminal and he decided it would be a good idea to break into your home."

She considered the amount of damage done in the room and continued.

"My apologies for the damage to your home, we can discuss the costs later, but first I think it's more important that we check nobody was hurt."

[Nicholas Wright]

"Don't worry. I'm fine." Wright groaned, still on his knees. He apparently couldn't stand up, had at least three ribs broken, was covered in cuts from the glass (several shards of which were still lodged in the injuries), had been thrown around and was badly bruised, and probably had a concussion. He was, however, also a man, and therefore pretty insistant he was fine when he obviously wasn't.

"And yes. We'll discuss costs later." He seemed to cough up some blood. "Namely," And he said this very specifically to Eleri. "How all the damage was done in the pursuit of justice and therefore we couldn't possibly pay for any of it." How Eleri thought he could afford to fix this kind of damage, he didn't know.

He glanced at the woman with the shotgun, and just sighed.
"Put that away, would you?" He asked, not entirely politely, but then again, in his condition, being able to speak at all was a miracle.

"So, how are we gonna hold this one?" He asked Eleri as he sagged to the floor, managing a feeble gesture to the werewolf. "'cause I don't have a silver light bulb for a torch..."

[Hadrian Beaumont]

It was at this point in time that Elizabeth realised she had a shotgun in her hands, even if it was lowered, pointed vaguly at a police officer. And while she'd never heard of a police department in Edgehaven of all places, stranger things had happened.

"Ah yes, no its alright. Sorry." She exclaimed carefully putting the gun down on the floor. The woman eyed the mess around the room with a wry look on her face, "Well.... At least you caught him before you got to the hall." She pointed out with a grin. They could replace the majority of what had been in the room, aside form the painting, but Claude had gotten that for her on their first anniversary.... she wasn't sorry to see it go.

"I-is it dead?" Luciana asked from behind her brother's arm as the two cautiously approached, the pale blonde haired girl maintaining her death grip on her brother's clothes as she carefully picked her way across the floor in barefeet.

Hadrian twisted his head, "No. Just knocked out. Though I doubt he'll be talking for a while. Not after deep-throating that silver candle stick Grandma bought."

Elizabeth snorted, "Never did like that thing." She muttered. The brunette carefully made her way over to Wright, "Hadrian, go and get the first aid box in the kitchen, under the sink. Luci go and get dressed will you?" She told the twins who both nodded and left the room as she knelt down beside the fallen police officer. "Right, let's see if we can't fix you up a little. Its the least we can do after you saved us."

[Eleri Mortymer]

Eleri shook her head gently, bent down and slipped an arm around Wright's back, positioning his own arm over her shoulders and hoisted him gently to his feet.

She considered the lycan.

"We can worry about that later. He's no threat to us unconscious. What's important right now is getting you seen to. Sir. Looks like a few broken ribs at worst, and a few scrapes and bruises. You'll need those wounds cleaned out though."

She tried to ignore the blood. It was only a little bit, after all...

Her thoughts snapped back as the woman with the shotgun took command. Eleri liked her.

"Thank you." She said to her gratefully.

((Edited cuz I just noticed Hadrian's post. Sorry.))

[Hadrian Beaumont]

((OOC: Argh sorry I'm really lagging! DDDX I'm making dinner right now so I'm sorry!))

[Eleri Mortymer]

((OOC: No worries, I'll prolly be AFK for a while now anyway. There is Bill & Ted ^^))

[Nicholas Wright]

Wright gave Eleri a helpless look for an entirely different reason.

"They're not mad at me!" He yelped. "I've never had people not mad at me before. What happens? What do I do?" Maybe it was the head damage talking, but that was a little too much to hope for from Wright.

"Ow! Don't touch that!" True to perfect narrative conventions, Wright yelped like a little girl when Elizabeth tried to touch his wounds (but hadn't raised a complaint when brawling with the monster itself). "OW! Or that!"

((Edited because I noticed that Eleri noticed Hadrian's post... I hope I don't start a chain here)).

[Hadrian Beaumont]

((OOC: I'll just sit back and giggle.))


Elizabeth snorted and poked him in the forehead for good measure, "Oh stop squirming like a little girl!" She ordered him with a wide grin. "You were all manly and heroic fighting that wolf and now you're whimpering like a four-year-old with a scraped knee."

Hadrian raised an eyebrow as he came back in with the green and white box, "Manly and heroic?" He echoed, eyeing his mother strangely. "Please tell me you are not flirting mum. Please." He begged going pale.

Elizabeth merely grinned toothily at her son, green eyes glinting with mirth as she accepted the first aid box from him and cracked it open.

Hadrian whimpered slightly.

[Eleri Mortymer]

"You'll get used to it." Replied Eleri. "Just shut up and let us get on with it." Her voice was strict and for a moment she forgot she was talking to her commanding officer. She felt more like she was talking to her little brother.

"Besides, I'm sure people will start hating you again soon. That werewolf, for one." She grinned.

She laughed at Elizabeths flirting. She definatley liked this woman.

She spotted a chair that, mercifully, hadn't been destroyed and lowered Wright into it carefully, before helping Elizabeth clean him up. She picked out some glass from a few wounds, and then looked at his chest.

"Does that hurt?" She asked him, pressing his chest gently.

[Nicholas Wright]

"YES! OW!" Wright snapped, wincing. Everything hurt. He really wished people would stop proding him and asking.

He wasn't sure what to make of Elizabeth's 'flirting'. Given Wright's experience, being a copper and a drunk, he didn't get much flirting. He didn't even really recognise it. Being called 'manly and heroic' just made him suspicious. Heroes were like the Circle, all shiny white teeth and riding in on white horses, or whatever it was that they did. They didn't trash a house trying to catch one werewolf, and end up barely able to stand (not that he couldn't stand of course, if he had to...honest...).

While he didn't like getting told he squirmed like a little girl, everything really did hurt now, and with adrenaline wearing off, he was beginning to notice. God, he needed a beer...

"Look, just...restrain the werewolf before it wakes up, would you?" He tried to tell the others, to stop them poking him and asking him where everything hurt. "We still need to find a way to keep it in the cells, you know?"

[Eleri Mortymer]

"Hmmm.... you've definately cracked a few ribs." She looked at Elizabeth. "Check his ribs for me, would you?"

She gave Wright an Almost-Look. "Stop squirming and do what you're told." Then she stood up and considered the werewolf.

"Do you have any silver chains or bracelets about?" She asked to any member of the Beaumont family that was listening. "Or just anything silver? A knife would be good..."

She had another thought.

"And where do you keep the whisky?"

[Hadrian Beaumont]

Hadrian hummed thoughtfully before grinning wickedly, the brunet flitted into the kitchen and began to rummage around before laughing in glee as he returned holding up a roll of duct-tape.

"This shit holds the universe together. I'm fairly sure-" He tore a long strip and approached the downed Werewolf with a maniac grin on his face, "- it can hogtie a werewolf."

Elizabeth hummed thoughtfully, "Unless he goes were-form and rips it apart." She pointed out. "Don't you have a set of silver handcuffs?"

"That was Fae and I think she took them with her to America." The brunet pointed out.

"U-um, no she didn't." Luciana voiced from the door way, she'd changed out of her white silk nightdress and into a long grey skirt with small pink roses embroidered along the hem and a baggy pink sweater that fairly swallowed her tiny form. She had a pair of handcuffs clutched in her hands. "S-she, we... um. " The girl blushed and merely handed them to her twin who eyed them oddly, his sister and then pulled a face.

"I don't want to know." He declared before applying both handcuffs and duct-tape to the werewolf.

Luciana turned a new and violent shade of red not yet catalogued by Duelux at her brother's insinuation.