::Zan:: Strength To Believe

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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Zan never answered Rebekah on the way home, and the only hint that he was even there was the belt buckle seemingly floating in mid air around him. When Rebekah arrived at Niks house, since she didn't have one of her own, she parked the car and quickly went around to see if he was still there, if he was still... alive. Rebekah worried badly that he was dead. But she felt him breathing, tiny breaths going in and out of him, so she relaxed a little bit, though he still wasn't fully visible yet. This worried her as she carried him into the house.

She looked around to make sure Nikalus wasn't around, as usual, she had the house pretty much to herself these days. Last thing she needed was Nik making things worse, lucky for her, Nik was no where to be found. She carried him up to one of the spare bedrooms next to the room that she claimed as her own. The bed was far to big for a 6 year old, but it was the only one she could give him. She lay him on the bed, he still wasn't fully all there, but she knew he was only sleeping, so she wasn't freaking out as much as she had been.

She covered him up and sat down in the chair in the room. Watching him, worried that if she took her eyes off of Zan again, he would vanish completely from her. That would not be fair for Rebekah, if Zan just vanished from her life after he came into it like this? Why would someone do that to her? Bring this boy into her life only to have him vanish from existence after only a few hours? Rebekah fell in love to easily, sure, but she didn't deserve to get her heart broken like this. She would cry for a week straight if Zan did that to her.

Rebekah decided not to think about it to much. She decided that she needed to find some toys for him or something. Books. She didn't know honestly. You know for when he wakes up, not if, but when. She wanted to be ready for him. She looked around the room, it was a spare room, so the only things in it were the bed Zan slept in, the dresser, which was empty, and the chair that Rebekah sat on. No pictures, why would they decorate a spare bedroom for? No toys, no books, no nothing. She tried to think about the other rooms in the house.

There was the room Nik stayed in, the master bedroom, but there wasn't anything in there that would interest a 6 year old, at least in Rebekah's mind. There was her room, which the only stuff in the closet was clothes, and some of which were not proper to wear in front of a 6 year old. She didn't have any toys, not even a stuffed animal, Noah never bought her one yet, not that he wasn't thoughtful, he just knew that Rebekah was probably not a stuffed animal kind of girl. She had nothing to give him to play with when he finally woke up.

She sighed, she would just have to go to the store and he can pick out all the toys he wants later. Right now, he had to wake up. She watched him for hours it seemed before she just passed out herself in the chair. It had been tiring worrying about Zan and after everything that happened, Rebekah couldn't help but fall asleep as she watched him sleep, even though she did her best to stay awake. She couldn't of been asleep more then 30 minutes when a sound woke her up. "Nik? "She asked, thinking her brother was finally home.

She looked around the room, realizing that it wasn't her wayward brother. "Zan?" Rebekah asked, rubbing her eyes, the brightness of the setting sun coming through the window and the fact she just woke up made it hard for her to see. "Zan... are you... visible again?" Rebekah asked him, finally removing the sleep from her eyes and her eyes adjusting to the light.

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Notes: Part 2 of the Zan & Bek Saga. Sorry it is shorter then your use to from me. Future posts will be longer, lol.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Well it had been quite the eventful day for this little guy. Not only did he get his butt kicked, but he healed himself, found himself a mother figure, a protector. Someone who ran the mean boys away. Someone who got him his favorite candies, just a good person, though she though she was a bad girl. He still did not under stand why. But it did not matter. Fate had somehow brought them together, and she felt right to Zan. She felt safe, and at home with her. He felt like nothing bad could happen to him, while she was around.

But his body sensing the mean boys coming, had disappeared a coping skill that always worked best for him, now backfired. He did not remember much, but what he did remember he did not want to think about. A lot of crying, some hysterical tears.... just bad things. He recalled a bumpy car ride, and that's it. Now as the sun began to set, Zan began to awake. He whimpered softly, not sure where he was. This did not feel like the bed at the boys home, and he was not in Bek's arm, or the car. He was just not sure where he was, and it was a little disorienting, waking up in a new place. He moved softy in the bed, not sure how he got there, or where he was. But he knew Beck was close, even if he could not see her yet. he knew she was there.

Wiggling he moved to the end of the large bed, allowing himself to fall off, and onto the floor. His little feet catching his fall. The sound seemed to have awaken Bek. For she called out a name he did not know, and she began to move from the other side of the bed. Zan peeked around the bed, seeing her in the rocking chair. He smiled shyly, a thumb instinctively heading to his mouth, his pointer finger hooking around his nose, as an anchor. Zan smiled softly, before running over to Bek, and climbing onto her lap.

He allowed his little head to rest on her chest, his thumb back in his mouth where it belonged. He was complete visible. His body just needed to reset itself that's all. He was still here, he never left her. He just could not be seen. It was apparently a curse. It caused Bek to freak out so much, Zan thought he himself was dead, and gone. He just did not understand, something that had saved him so many times in the past, now failed him. Failed him horribly. He had nothing to say.

There was really nothing to say. He could only sit in her lap for a little morning.... erm. Night time cuddle. Maybe he could try and explain to her that he never left her, and he was sorry for making her cry. But he still did not understand why she cried, or how he left her. Her crying don't leave me, kind of haunted him. He just did not understand, and it bothered him greatly. But at least he was safe.

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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Feeling him crawl into her lap she smiled as she looked at him, finally able to see him. Rebekah was so happy that he was alright and she wished that he didn't do that to her and she didn't know if she would be able to explain to him why it scared her so much. How would Rebekah explain to Zan that she has deep seated abandonment issues? That every guy she has ever fallen in love with has broken her heart(Except for Noah). How no one in her own family as ever really loved her. How everyone she has ever cared about has let her down in the past.

Those weren't things you talk about with a 6 year old. Sure he would probably understand most of it, as most of it was happening to him as well. He had a family that died on him, left him alone in this world. He didn't have many people that cared about him either. So, Rebekah felt that Zan would probably understand why she was so scared when he vanished on her, not because the action itself is scary to Rebekah, but because of what it meant to her, that he was leaving her, and that it made her think that he was never gonna come back to her.

Rebekah smiled at him softly, her eyes quietly trying to tell him all of this, but the words wouldn't come out of her mouth. Rebekah liked hearing the sound of her own voice, or so it seemed anyways, but for really the first time, she didn't want to speak, she just wanted to stare at him, now that he was real again, not that he was never real. Zan cuddled up to her chest and she sighed in contempt. He was real again, and that was all that mattered to Rebekah, and he still wanted to be with her, and that made Rebekah feel like she could fly.

"I'm sorry your new room is so boring." Rebekah said finally, wanting to avoid the previous conversation she thought about at all costs. She just got him back and last thing she needed was him vanishing on her again, she would break if that happened, she would never forgive herself if she allowed that to happen. "We can go shopping, I will buy you anything you want, toys, books, food, clothes, anything you want." Rebekah said to him, she wasn't trying to bribe him, as he seemed to want to be with her no matter what he was offered.

She wanted to make sure he was comfortable, that he had a good life, that he was never bored or hungry or lonely, or cold, or abandoned. Rebekah would never leave him, and she expected the same from him. The only way she would let him go is if his real parents all of a sudden came in and said they wanted him back. Rebekah would do the right thing, no matter how much it hurt her, she would let him go with them. But since she thought that they were dead, Rebekah thought that Zan was gonna be hers forever, well as long as he was gonna live.

That would be the only other way she would let him go, is if he is old, and sick and tired of living, and she is forever young and he needs to pass on. But that wasn't gonna happen any time soon or so Rebekah hoped. At least for 80 years, if not way longer, 80 years wasn't nearly long enough for Rebekah, but if that is all he can give her, then she will take it. She wondered what she should do about her family and friends and boyfriend. Should she just tell them that she... adopted Zan her new "son". Or should she keep it quiet? Will they freak out?

It didn't right now, what mattered was the bundle in her lap, holding her. "Does that sound ok to you Zan?" Rebekah asked him. "You just have to promise me one thing. Never vanish on me again. I will protect you from anything, you don't have to worry about anything. You are completely safe with me." Rebekah said, thinking that, that is why he vanished, was cause he got scared about the boys or something. Zan never had to fear anything ever again, as he now had the ultimate protector watching out for him.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Zan shrugged under her. His room was just fine. The room he came from was twice this size, but it had small beds, and lot of them. So this was amazing. About the same size as his old room, when he was living with his adopted parents. The bed was bigger, and it was far from colorful. But Zan did not need much. If he wanted to change the color he could just touch the wall, and everything would be fine. But he did not mind it at all. The white walls gave him a canvas. Gave him a space. of course he'd color all over the walls, changing it back to white before anyone could see how naughty he was being. But it was relatively harmless. Or so he thought. His adopted father always used to say what mamma don't know wont hurt her. And so sometimes they did eat on the sofa, not at the table. Sometimes he got an extra piece of cake when mamma was not looking. So long as it hurt no one, and things were back to normal quickly, why not? So yes when he was sent to bed, he'd spend hour coloring on his bedroom wall, just to cover it up again before he fell asleep.

"It's big." He commented. And it was. It was pretty big for him. He did not need so much space. His little corner back at the boys home was just fine. It was good. He slept on his bed, and played under it. That's all the space he needed. Here his bed was so big he had to roll around just to get off of it, and he'd surly have to climb to get on top of it. He really did not need such a big bed. But that was okay too. He did not need much. This was just find. He was out of the boys home that's all that really mattered.

"Paint?" He questioned when she said she'd buy him anything. He lifted his head to look at her, with a hopeful smile. It was all very nice, but all he really needed was some paint. A few books would be nice too. But paint would be fun. He liked paint. He liked messing with the colors and mixing them, maybe using his gift if he could not get the right color. It was fun to mix red and yellow and watch it turn green. It always made him giggle changing colors like that. Being silly. Zan was really easy to please. He'd just sit, smile and entertain himself really. He was not very good at playing.

Once he got his answer he'd put his head back on her chest again. He just wanted his answer, then it would be okay. Even if she said no. That was okay. He did not need paint, not really. He hand his finger and he had his little power. That was enough. But paint... paint was always fun. Anything that messed with colors was fun to Zan. He'd like to defy logic like that. He used to freak out his mom by doing it. His dad thought it was funny and some kind of trick, but his mom jut freaked out. They used to giggle so much. But that was a very far away memory, one he could hardly remember anymore.

He nodded. He did not fully understand the promise. He never left her before. He knew it had to do with him going invisible. But he never left her. Not really. "I never left." He chirped up quietly. Sounding a older then he was. "Not really. " He added with a half shrug. "your eyes just stopped working, but I was still there." He said, though he felt like he was asking. He knew he was there, he was there, and her freaking out helped no one. Especially seeing as Zan was so reliant on others feelings and reactions. Still he never left here. Like he said, her eyes just stopped working, he was still there. It was like if her ears had stopped working, he'd still be there. Or if she could no longer smell him, but see and hear him. Still there. He was there, her eyes just could not see him.

It might not be super logical, but he'd never left her, not for one second. He though he was, seeing as she kept saying don't leave, but she could hear him, smell him, fell him. She just could not see him. He was there, her eyes just saw past him. He did not so much see himself as going invisible as more, he turned off peoples eyes. There was one time when some boys could not see him and others could. That was more when he was in transition between visible and not, but he did not know that at the time.

It was all very confusing, and he can't control it, so its scary for him. Imagine looking down at your hand, your body and seeing nothing at all It's freaky, and scary, and not natural. If he could practice, and learn how to control it and use it, it might not be so scary anymore, for any of them. And if he does go invisible next time they would be better prepared for it. She'd just need to coach him though it. Help him find that trigger. Help him understand it. It would surly help them both. At the very least it might help Bek to use her other senses.

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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There aren't any small bedrooms in the house. Nik didn't build it with kinds in mind, after all he was a hybrid that had no chance of having a child. This room was the one closest to the room that Rebekah claimed as her own, so it made sense to give him this room, even though it was a little to big for him. "Yeah." Rebekah said, wondering if it was ok for him. But she figured he would speak up if he didn't like it, or couldn't stay in it. "My room is right down the hall." She informed him, if he wanted to know. Maybe she could buy him a smaller bed.

"Sure anything you want." Rebekah replied to him. She thought for a minute how mad Nik might be if Zan drew on the walls, but she didn't really give a damn about how Nik would feel about that. Rebekah found someone, something she wanted, and she took it. Was it illegal, probably, was it immoral, depending on how you look at it, but he was getting beaten up and ignored and she rescued him in her mind. Nik always called her a silly little love struck girl. Well, she was now trying to be an adult, to take care of someone other then herself. If he couldn't respect that, then that was his problem.

"I should tell you my brother Nik lives her too." Rebekah told him finally, now that she was on the topic. "Its his house, so if you want to paint on the walls, make sure its in your room, or my room. Don't do it in the halls, ok?" Rebekah asked him, she hated implementing a rule already, but she didn't want Nik to get mad and hurt or scare Zan, she didn't really know how her brother would react. Nik wasn't the most level headed of fellows. She blamed his werewolf side, and what their parent's did to them. Most days Rebekah couldn't help but think her life would of been better if she aged and died 900 years ago, but not today, today she thought she finally had a purpose.

"Anything you want? Stuffed animals? Toys? Those little car thingies that look like real cars?" Rebekah asked him. She didn't know what they were called, but they were like a little car and were 1:64 scale or something like that. She trusted Zan was smart enough to not try and swallow one of them, he was much smarter then most kids his age and she wondered if he was smarter then her really. Rebekah wasn't an idiot, she was well learned, and she studied tons the last 1000 years, but she sometimes acted forgetful and even ditsy. To throw people off, but Zan, he was smart.

And to think, a few months ago she wanted to torture Stefan Salvatore because he didn't remember her, and now, here she was trying to be a mom? She decided that what she should call her new roll, mom, or at least guardian. Maybe she could get tips and hints from Jenna Sommers and Alaric Saltzman, oh the irony. Jenna was killed by Nik and then brought back to life for some reason or another. And Alaric, well he hunted Rebekah's kind. So they were the last people that would give Rebekah advice, but they were the only ones she knew of that became guardians.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry and get upset." Rebekah told him, yeah he hadn't left her, not really, but Rebekah had a lot of people leave her, or betray her, or hurt her. She thought Zan was gonna do the same thing. "I'm just use to the people I care about leaving me and never coming back. I thought you were gonna do the same thing." Rebekah told him honestly, hoping he would understand. Rebekah realized that she just told him for the first time that she cared about him, maybe even loved him. Rebekah was always falling in love to easily, but she had every right to with Zan, he was... special.

"You think you can stop it from happening again?" Rebekah asked him, not that she didn't like that he had a special gift, like herself, but something like that just scared her to much. "Maybe I can help you to control it? I also have friends that know a lot about control as well." Rebekah offered, she used the term friends really loosely here, as other then April, and maybe Caroline right now, she had no friends. Not really, she had people she saw every once in awhile, and she occasionally threatened to snap their necks or torture them, but friends were few and far between for the blonde bombshell barbie.

Caroline would help... Right? Rebekah agreed to help her, even though helping Caroline meant secretly working against Nik. Shouldn't Caroline return the favor? When Rebekah thought about Caroline, she thought about a young vampire that had great self control. She never lost control and Rebekah didn't know how she did it. When Rebekah was a new born vampire, she couldn't control any of her urges, but Caroline, she was the perfect vampire. It kind of made Rebekah jealous, Caroline just had to be better then her.

"Are you in school?" Rebekah asked him, cause Rebekah was still "in school" herself, though she was 1000 years old, she easily passed for a 18 year old, she wondered what age group Noah taught, maybe they were older then Zan was. She wondered why she never asked Noah more about his job. She really was shallow wasn't she to not ask her boyfriend and lover such a trivial thing. She guessed it never mattered before, she knew he loved teaching, and that was all that mattered, but now the details did matter to her.

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Notes: Sorry for Delay.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Zan really did not need much. Everything was just fine really. He'd grow in to the bed at the very least. What 15 year old wants to sleep in a kids bed or even a twin? So he'd grow into it. Sure it would take many many years, but why waste your money on a kids bed he'd grow out of shortly anyway. Why waste your money on a twin when your child will be a teenager and after that an adult, bringing home a wife at some point. In the future he could use a big bed. But now he did not need one, it was unnecessary, but if it's all they had, then it's all they had. He'd hardly ask for a smaller bed. He'd get used to this big bed soon enough. He was just not used to it. Not yet at least.

"Lots of color paint?" Zan asked. Trying to see if that was under the any thing you want category. He'd been told that before, but when he picked out something it was too expensive or not appropriate for his age, or something. So he was not so sure what anything you want really meant. He'd assume anything meaning anything he saw if he wanted it he'd get it. But that theory has been knocked down a few times before. So he'd have to come up with a new meaning to the words anything you want. He was not sure what she meant by that, but he had a feeling she'd really get him anything. God forbid he ask for the moon, she might just climb into the sky and bring it down for him. He read that in a book once. Maybe she could do it in real life. Books were real life after all. At least to him they were.

Zan nodded a little not sure how to respond, so he tapped on his teeth, his lips open as much as they can go with his bottom and top teeth still touching. His sign, his way of asking if they were like her or not. He could not remember if he was a vampire or not. It did not really matter, but he felt he should know anyway. His next question would of course be, are they good vampires or bad ones? There were always good vampires and bad ones. If he was a bad vampire that was okay. Zan would not mind it so much, he might have to sleep under Beks bed. But he was Bek's family so good or bad, it did not matter.

There was that anything you want saying again. Zan just nodded. He was not at all sure what she was talking about, but he nodded anyway. Why not? It sounded cool. Zan always wanted to drive a car. Then he could go find Liz, and he could drive to see her, she prob lived very far and he could not walk. He always always hated that darn buss. The one that picked him up and dropped him off at school or the boys home, or any field trip really. So if she got him a car, he could drive it to school and not have to worry about the stupid buss... Would the buss still pick him up? The same buss with all the boys from the boys home? He always saw lots of yellow buses, and he saw lots of different kids getting on the buses. He wondered if maybe he could ride a different yellow buss. It might not be so bad, it might even be fun if it were a different buss. He was not so sure how the Bus system worked.

"But I cant poof." Zan said. Trying to make her feel better. He was trying to tell her that he could not teleport, he cant just leave, like that. He can't go from one place or another without the use of his feet, or a car or something. He may have powers, but not that kind of powers. He can't just poof. He can disappear from sight, but he's still in the room. If he wanted to leave the room he'd have to walk across the room like everyone. He hoped he was comforting her. He did not really have to words to tell her what he felt or how he felt. He was not really sure what feelings were. He was still learning that everything he felt had a name. He jut did not really know the names of all his emotions yet. No one really could anyway. Still. He tried. He can't just disappear, he can go invisible, in his mind there was a massive difference.

Zan shook his head no before she even got her whole question out. Could he stop it. No once it starts he cant put a stop to it. Once he started to fade, it's over, and out. He's done, he gone from view. Zan responded with a small shrug. He was not sure what that meant for him. But he'd be willing to try. Why not? It would be nice to not run from his problems. As scared as he was, he did not want to go invisible half the time. He jut did, and it was scary. It was not a good feeling to be so out of control like that, to not be able to do anything. He can scream and yell and throw things, but no one would respond to him. They would just run away quickly. So it was not easy on his part.

Zan nodded at her question. "I'm in First grade with Miss. Blanket. She's nice and lets me paint." Zan said with a soft smile sitting up in her lap a little more. At least he was more awake now then he had been. "And I don't have to share, and she lets me read by myself." Zan continued. Basically the teacher saw Zan as a very smart kid, which he was, so she let him go off and do whatever he wanted. She would be no help to him, and his classmates would only tease him and distract him if she gave him work. The work she gave the other kids, would be far too easy for Zan. So School for Zan was pretty much art time, reading time and just a time to get away from the boys home, a needed break. He was hardly challenged. If and when he came across a word he did not know, he'd ask, get his answer and go back to doing what he was doing. School was really a waste of time for Zan. At least at the public school he was attending.

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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"Sure." Rebekah said to him with a smile. Of course there were limitations on what she would and wouldn't buy him. Rebekah didn't know about some of the stiff he wanted, how could she? Rebekah didn't lie to him, she would buy him anything he wanted, but she thought anything he wanted consisted of toys and books, not a car or gown up stuff. Rebekah didn't want him to think that she was being un-honest over it, but if he was to ask for a car or something that she shouldn't buy him, she would have to tell him no. She never thought in a million years he would ask for that.

"Yeah Nik is a vampire like me." Rebekah responded. Nik was no saint, but hurting an innocent six year old? Nik would never do that, would he? "You can call him uncle Nik, he will freak out." Rebekah told him with a smile. She giggled at the thought of Nik's face and how it will look if Zan called him Uncle Nik. But the other part of her wanted Zan to get no where near Nik. She was certain he wouldn't hurt Zan, but still. Rebekah nodded. "I have a lot of vampire friends, you have to meet Noah, you will like him, he works with kids at a school." Rebekah told him with a smile.

Rebekah smiled at him, but clearly Zan didn't understand her feelings. Maybe when he got a little more use to what feelings are he would understand better. "It just scared me is all." Rebekah told him with a shrug, knowing he should know what being Frightened meant and it was the only feeling Rebekah knew he would understand to help describe it. Again, how do you explain abandonment issues to a six year old? Even one as smart as Zan would not understand what she meant by it, as it was a really complex and serious feeling that Rebekah has known most of her life.

"Its hard to describe." Rebekah told him holding him close to her. "Do you remember how you felt when your parent's left you? Sad, scared, angry, betrayed maybe. Alone?" Rebekah asked him. "That's how I felt, I didn't want you to go, I wanted you with me. I wasn't mad at you, I was mad cause I thought someone was playing a joke on me and messing with my feelings. I don't know how to explain it." Rebekah told him. It was the best way she could think on how to tell him about it, at least she didn't give up on the conversation all together.

"I know that now. I didn't know that before, I thought you were leaving me." Rebekah told Zan. She thought for a few moments. "You, , you won't leave me will you? It will kill me if you left me." Rebekah asked him. Of course kill was a bit of an overstatement, she really couldn't die, she could, but it was really hard. She meant basically she would die on the inside. Before cold and mean and vial again. She would kill for the fun of it, she would not care what she did, or whom she hurt. There was a difference betwenn Zan leaving her and her letting Zan go cause it was what would be best for him.

"That's cool. I can drop you off and pick you up from your classes." Rebekah told him with a smile. She smirked to herself a little bit, who would of thought, Rebekah Mikaelson "Soccer Mom"? Rebekah stood up, holding Zan in her arms she carried him out of the room and downstairs. "You must be really hungry, you haven't eaten since I met you and that was a long time ago." Rebekah told him as she carried him down the staircase in her arms. "She sounds really nice. Do you like her?" Rebekah asked him, she wanted to know more about everything as she thought it would help her take care of him better.

"I mean, its in Richmond right? Would you mind going to school here in Mystic Falls? Its a long ways away." She said setting him on the counter top in the kitchen. They always kept "Human" food in the house, cause #1 it sometimes helped with the cravings, and #2 it tasted good to Rebekah, she didn't know why, but certain things tasted really good and she liked eating them, even though it served no real purpose as the only thing she had to drink/eat was blood. "How does cereal sound. We have Captain Crunch and Fruit Loops." Rebekah asked him, hoping those were ok flavors of cereal for him.

With most stores closing soon, she would have to take him shopping tomorrow, so for tonight they can just be together and hang out and get to know each other better. Rebekah would be his entertainment for the night. Normally, Rebekah being a guys entertainment meant something completely different, but to night, it meant being a good parental figure or protector or friend to a six year old she was rapidly falling in love with.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

He would never ask for anything really. But if that little toy car was offered, he'd likely take it. It could get him to Liz. He'd never ask for it, nor would he ask for a real car, at least not yet. But even a bike, if it was offered it was a way to get him to his family, the one he belonged with. The one he knew he was going to end up with. Bek was the women would saved him, she always would be, and she would always be in his life, she was just not meant to be his mother. No matter how much he wanted to be with Bek, and how much he loved her already, Liz was always in the back of his mind. She was always there just waiting for him.

He needed this relationship with Bek first, he needed to learn that he could love again before he was put back with the family that left him so many years ago. He knew they loved him, he just did not understand why they gave him up. He said he understood, but he never really truly got it. Why did they give him up? Why not keep him? He was hardly any trouble at all. Bek was the women who would help him get to where he needed to be before he could get to the life he should have always had. Scars would always run deep but Bek would fill them and mend them. She'd make him whole again, she'd take the fear away. She'd make him strong enough to deal with the cards he'd been dealt. Without Bek, Liz could never be. It's just the way the world worked for Zan.

Zan smiled at the freak out comment. Made him giggle a bit. Uncle Nik. He never had an uncle before. He was not sure what an Uncle was, but family was family. Just like Bek was not his mother, but she was close to it. Something like it. Bek was.... different. Bek was what? his own personal angel? Bek was his night and shinning armor. She was, right now, his everything. The girl would saved him. For that he'd never forget. Ever.

With the mention of vampires, Zan put his finger to his teeth again. A symbol really. Anytime a vampire was near, that's what he'd do. If he was worried about a bad vampire that's what he'd do. His way of asking without asking. His way of connecting the word to the 'beast'. Just like if he ever meet a demon, he'd associate them with eyes. And he'd point to the eyes. An angel he'd pat his back. Shoot he come across a skin walker, he'd start picking at his skin. He needed to connect a word with what the thing was, so an action, helped. Anyway, it could be communicated better with actions, sometimes you just cant hear one another.

Zan pulled his brows together. He could remember feeling loved. He could remember his father looking down at him, Liz looking over his shoulder, running a hand across Zan's forehead. Love. That's all Zan felt, that's all he could feel now. Love. When he though about his birth parent, that's all he felt. Liz too. Just safe and loved. So why was he given up? A thought that haunted him. When he was adopted, and his father left, he did not understand he'd never see his father again, he kind of got used to not seeing his adopted father who just left one day and was gone for months. So that was not so bad. But when his adopted mom lost it, that was just confusing. He could understand that. If thats what the emotion was, then that's what it was. A name to the feeling. He was just learning emotion. He only recently understood what shame was. So emotions was still a learning thing.

Still. Zan never left her. So that was hard to wrap around. He could not really put himself in her shoes yet. He'd get there in the coming months, and he'd understand. But now. He did not know how it felt. If he liked something then you had to like it too. He understood that you did not have to like what he liked, that people liked their own things. But if Zan liked something you liked it to, you also liked other things.

Zan let out a small sigh at the mention of food. He could ALWAYS EAT! You put food in front of him and he's going to eat it. Though the stuff he was given at the boys home was hardly food, he'd hardly eat that. But yes, Zan did enjoy food very much. He was picky to a point. He'd eat anything, so long as it was made by a specific person or place. But yeah he could eat. And with that his head was on her shoulder, and they were on the move.

"She likes blue." Zan commented. Zan did like her, liked her a lot, whenever she spent any time with him, which she never did. So he hardly knew her. He just knew she wore a lot of blue and she always said she liked blue, so he tried to paint a lot of blue for her. Blue was a prettty good color after all. Zan just shrugged. He did not mind where he went to school. Going back to the school he was at before would be a bad idea. He was to a school where everyone in the boys home went. It would be very very bad. So it was best to have him switch schools. That's the least they should do. Zan really did not mind. So long as he could read and paint he'd be happy.

Zan shrugged as he kicked his little feet as they dangled off the side of the counter. He never had those, at least he could not remember if he had. But again, he'd try it. If he liked it, then he'd eat her out of house and home. If he did not, he'd hardly touch a thing. But he'd try it. If it was made by Bek and she liked it, he'd try very hard to like it. Trying this one cereal would set the stage for all cereal to come. He had a lot of oatmeal at the boys home, which he now hates with a passion. But never really cereal.

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"That's nice." Rebekah replied to him when Zan told her what his teachers favorite color was. Rebekah smiled. "My favorite color is red, whats yours?" Rebekah asked him wanting to get to know him a little better. Rebekah knew very little about him, she knew he liked to paint and that he didn't have any parents and he was in school, he was six so he must of been in kindergarten or first grade. She knew he can make things change color, she wondered if he could change someones skin color if he wanted to. That would be awesome but freaky.

Rebekah knew that Zan liked spicy hot candy. She knew that he didn't like being bullied. She knew he can disappear completely. And she knew, most importantly, that he wanted to be with her. Than Zan wanted to be with Rebekah. That's the short list of the stuff she knew about him, and it was not very much to go by. So everything she can find out about him she was gonna ask him. She wondered if he would ever want to leave her. That was the scariest thought for Rebekah right now. Sure someday he would grow up and have to go and be on his own, but she meant right now.

Or in the near future. Would he leave her? If his real parents returned from the dead and walked through her front door would he run to be with them? Forget about her? Pretend like she never existed? Rebekah was use to such actions from the people she cared about. They always left her, or abandoned her or forgot about her in some way or another. Or worse, they betrayed her or tried to hunt her down and kill her. Even April, her best friend was off to end of summer retreat or something and Rebekah hasn't talked to her in weeks.

All she had, the only two people left on this planet that have not hurt her are Zan and Noah. It would kill her if Zan decided to leave her just like that. Rebekah would know that it was what was best for him, to be with his family again, but that didn't mean it would hurt any less. It was really a vicious cycle for Rebekah. She fell in love, often way to easily, then the person would do something to hurt her, she would move on to the next person fall in love again and it would happen all over again, and again.

That didn't mean Rebekah didn't feel that about Zan. It didn't mean when she loved someone that it was fake or not true, it was, it was true. Just never ended well for her and she hoped that this time with Zan and Noah, this time it would be different. "So you will be ok going to a different school?" Rebekah asked him. Not only was it easier for her if he went to a school closer to where she lived, but this way if someone asked why she is dropping him off and why he hasn't returned to the boys home she didn't have to lie to them and make something up.

Rebekah could compel them and the boys home to pretend like everything was normal, but she would know the truth and she wanted to set a good example for Zan on not using his abilities just cause he can. That was something new for Rebekah, not abusing her gifts just cause she could. She wanted Zan to do the same. Not that he couldn't use them, of course he can, but he shouldn't use them to get his way and to be a brat. Though Rebekah knew he would never act like a brat, he was a really good kid after all.

If she had to worry about one of them acting like a brat, it was probably gonna be her. Rebekah use to always throw fits to get her way, and she would do anything to get everything she wanted, no matter who it hurt. Well that had to stop, and it had to stop now. Zan didn't answer her on if he liked cereal and which kind he wanted. She shrugged and poured Captain Crunch and some milk into a bowl and sat it in front of him with a spoon. What 6 year old didn't like Captain Crunch? Heck most teenage boys still eat the stuff.

It was far from gourmet dining, nothing like the fancy meals that have been served in the main dining hall, and Rebekah was not the best cook in the world. Lets face it, she has been a vampire for 1000 years and learning to cook and clean and do the domestic stuff just was never important to her. Rebekah knew Zan wouldn't mind, it was cereal, it was sweet and good tasting and kids like that kind of stuff, right? So it wasn't Filet Mignon and Lobster tails, she doubted he would eat that kind of stuff at 6 years old anyways.

Rebekah was hungry, but last thing she wanted to do was open a blood bag in front of him and freak him out. She would have to make sure her blood lust was slaked later when he went to bed, then she would have to take care of herself. For now, she had to worry about him. That was something else she had to get use to, putting someone else's needs ahead of hers. Perhaps Rebekah bit off more then she could chew with this one, but she would cross that road when she gets to it, for now she was only worried about him and his well being.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

"Reds good too." Zan said nodding his head a little. He always liked red, through it was a tricky color, and so easy to change. But red was a good color. As to answer her question. He was not so sure. Every color was special in it's own way. Honestly depending on the day. That was the answer. Some days his most favorite color was red, or blue, yellow, green purple and pinks even. After all Pink is just a light shade of red. But really his favorite colors were the colors without names. The colors he stumbled upon with the right about of care. The ones he cant seem to recreate after he's mixed them. The colors he's hardly seen, and dried all wrong. Those were his favorite colors. But how could he tell Bek that? He did not have the vocabulary to express that kind of feeling. He liked all colors, he really did, but the ones that held dear to his heart were the ones he can never dream to make again. He's even tried to duplicate them, but they never turn out just right. It was in the moment kind of deal. But he had to answer, so he answered in the best way he knew how. "I like the rainbow, black and white too." He said with a smile. He liked all colors, they all had a purpose. His favorite would be the one he needed. So if he was painting a forest his favorite color would be green that day. Or a lake, it would change to blue. He tried not to discriminate against colors, he liked them all equally really.

Zan would never intentionally hurt Bek. If Liz were to walk in that door right now. Zan would jump, it would surly frighten him, with her being there all of a sudden. But other then that he would run to Liz. He'd hug Liz, and his little mouth would not stop talking about Bek. When Liz tried to take him, he'd run back to Bek. He did not want to leave her. He wanted Liz, but he wanted Bek too. This would surly be a problem in the future. Who did he want to be with more? He hardly knew. But he was going to try very hard to get Bek to come with Liz and himself. Or he'd try to get Liz to stay. Whichever. It would surly end in tears no matter how you look at it. He knew he belonged with Liz, but that did not make leaving Bek any easier. For whatever reason they were connected. There was a plan a bigger plan, and Bek and Zan had to stay connected. Whatever this bigger plan was, Zan had no idea, but even when he left her home, he'd still call her every day. He'd go visit her on the weekends. Almost like Liz was his step-mother who held full custody of Zan, and Bek was his biological mother, who for whatever reason sign away her parental rights. He'd always want her in his life, he would just not live with Bek, for long at least. But he was sure that Bek would be invited to all Zan's big events, all his parties and school plays. All his everything. She'd be there, she would just take on an aunt role, less of a mommy role.

Bek had more important things to do then become a mother to a half-human, half-alien hybrid. Anyway, Zan knew Bek was not ready to become a mother. She surly wants it. But she'd never be ready to handle the up and downs of Zan. At least with Liz, with that group, they would know how to help Zan control his powers. They would help him learn how to use them and keep them hidden. Bek could not do that. She could not help him as much as she might like. But still, she'd never just be pushed out of Zan's life. She'd have a part in his life, like Liz.

Zan nodded his head in response. He'd be just find attention school at a different place. Maybe at his new school he would not be beat up on, and he'd be challenged in class, rather then ignored and left to color. At his old school he was left to color, as the teacher tried to teach the class what Zan had already mastered. They never thought to push him up a grade, so everyday he'd sit and wait to learn new things, but he'd be given a paint brush and rushed off to his corner. No wonder he was bullied so badly. He was totally different then the other kids, and he was never given work. On the off change he was given work, he'd finish it pretty fast.

So a new school would be great. Zan would get away from everyone who hurt him. Sure he might miss his one teacher, but she was just a teacher. He;d get over her. She was nice to him, but other then that she held no value in his life. She would pat him on the back and say nice things. But that was it. That was as far as their relationship went. She liked his paintings and how well he behaved, and he liked that she was nice and allowed him to do his own thing. But other then that, there was nothing there. His new teacher would surly take her place, and she would be easy to replace. Bek and Liz on the other hand, could never be replaced.

Zan may be a good kid. But like every child he has his moments. He's far from a brat, but he will have a bratty moment. A moment when he just does not want to go to bed, he just is having way to much fun to come down from that tree, or whatever it is, and he might throw a fit. Now Zan throwing a fit would be a bit different then any normal kid throwing a fit. There would be lots of tears, lots of random color changes, Zan being all fuzzy, and there might even be a little fire ball or two. He's only done that once, but he can't remember it well. Still Zan knew how to act, but he was still a kid, that's something you can't forget. Bek is the adult and Zan is the kid, she might have to make a decisions that Zan might not like, but it's for the best. Like switching schools If Zan was not okay with switching schools, well for his safety and Bek's, he'd have to switch schools period. Zan could not be trusted to choose something so important. If he shows up at his normal school in his normal class, well she boys home would know, and bad things would happen, the police might get involved and no one needed that.

He blinked a bit at the food placed in front of him. He poked the spoon for a moment before picking it up. It's not that he was testing this, to see what it was, but he's never had such things. AT the boys home he had dirty spoons, with sloppy over cooked food. Nothing tasted good to him. So he tentatively took a bite, and scrunched his nose up as he chewed and swallowed. Well it was sweet. He liked sweet, but he liked spicy better. Much much better. They used that as a punishment for the boys, putting hot sauce on the tip of the tongue. Zan always enjoyed it a lot, he got himself in trouble in order to get a little during meal time.

Zan was not sure if this was rude or not, but he pushed the bowl away a little, before jumping down from his seat landing on his feet on the floor. He glanced at Bek, worried he might upset her. But he walked slowly over to the fridge. That's normally where the boys home kept their hot sauce. He reached up to the handle, again slowly, so Bek could predict his movement. He was almost testing her, waiting to see if she'd allow this or if it might turn into some kind of fight. He was almost being sneaky, but he was doing it in a way that she could stop him if she really wanted to. But Zan was going to raid the house for the spicy stuff in the red bottle. He'd put that stuff on everything to give it flavor.

Shoot without it, all he could taste was sweet. That was it. Had he bitten into an apple it would taste the same just a little less sweet, but he'd hardly be able to tell the difference, add a few drops of the magical hot sauce, and he'd be able to really taste it. It was weird. But that's just how it was. He just can't really taste much unless it has a really really strong flavor. And all he could taste was sweet. So he pulled open the fridge, and just looked for the famous hot sauce bottle he knew so well. Lucky for him, there was a bottle on the bottom shelf, so he could reach it. So he took hold of it and let the door close, before he rushed off back o his seat, like he wnated to make it back to his seat before the teacher came in and saw him doing something bad.

Once he climbed back into his chair, he opened the bottle and pored quite a bit on the captain crush. This would be a very strange thing to see, and most parents would never allow this much to be put on anything. But Zan just kept a going until the milk had turned a red color. Putting the bottle on the table he turned the spoon around the bowl a few times before picking a bit up on his spoon. He held it in mid air above his bowl, as he looked sideways at Bek. Waiting for a reaction really. He was not sure if this was a bad thing, or not. But he knew what he liked, and he liked this. She could knock the spoon away or tell him not to. But if he wanted to enjoy his food, he would need to cover it in hot sauce. It was strange, and the people at the boys home would FREAK out if he had this so close. No one in the right mind would allow a child to eat something most adults can't eat.

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"That's great Zan." Rebekah said, though she wasn't sure if the answer he gave her on his favorite color was an answer at all. He basically said all the colors were his favorite. Rebekah just missed what he was meaning by it. Zan was a complex little kid in Rebekah's mind, more complex then most adults she knew, they mostly only thought about a few things, such as sex, bills, money, ECT. But a ton of things must go through Zan's mind at any given moment, not that Rebekah didn't think about stuff as well, just not as much as he did.

Rebekah's greatest fear is being alone forever. What else did she have to fear? It was far to hard to kill her, her father had been missing for such a long time she wondered if he was still after them or not, and anything that went bump in the night she would be able to bump back just as hard if not harder. So there were few things she feared. Being alone, with no one loving her forever was at the top of the list. Her brother redaggering her and locking her in that box again for who knows how long would be her second biggest fear in the world.

So Zan leaving her, even if he meant no harm by it, would tear her up inside. It was just how she was. It never really came up, but it made her sad that Zan seemed to not have anyone either. Rebekah was trying to get people to care about her and was doing an ok job at it. Caroline trusted her, or she seemed to, there was Noah and his sister, who decided to go on a trip around the world, and now Zan. So it made Rebekah feel connected to Zan cause she was under the impression that he didn't have anyone looking out for him as well.

Rebekah was probably biting off way more then she could chew with this one, which was saying something. Sure she wanted to be a mother someday, and though over 1000 years she has hardly matured and to expect her to mature overnight is asking way to much of her. So raising any child was an impossible task for Rebekah, let alone someone as unique and special as Zan was, she was probably doomed to fail right now and someone taking Zan from her at some point would be the best thing possible for Zan. She would probably be a horrible mother and she would admit it, but she can at least try.

Rebekah being a grown up? The concept was so foreign to everyone she knew. No one would ever think she is mature enough to be considered a grown up. She wondered if she should "drop" out of school, not that she needed it anyways. If she was gonna be taking care of a kid, even one as bright as Zan, she couldn't be distracted by such silly things like school dances and cheerleading, though she did promise to help Caroline out with cheerleading, so she would be breaking that promise so soon if she were to quit school, so she couldn't, or she would just take another step back in her maturing process.

"Good, I will enroll you in your new school monday." Rebekah said with a smile, though he probably didn't need it anyways. She was just glad that he agreed to change schools. It would be a big mess if he hadn't agreed to it, though Rebekah can solve the problem by compelling people to think everything was fine, it was easier and quieter to just have him change schools. The only person she would have to compel then is the admissions person to accept Zan with no paperwork filed, kind of like what he did at his old school never happened.

When he pushed the food away, Rebekah thought something was wrong, but then he got up and went over to the fridge. Rebekah was more curious then anything at what he was doing, so she just sit there and watched him. Smiling softly at him. Rebekah didn't know what he was after, but as long as he didn't try to make a mess, or if he didn't accidentally pull the fridge on top of him or something, she wouldn't do anything. Stopping a fridge from crushing Zan would be way to easy for Rebekah anyways, she would just speed over and catch it.

Not that she thought it was possible, but who knows what Zan could do? Finally he grabbed something and ran back to his seat like he was gonna get in trouble. And he poured the stuff on the food, it was hot sauce. He did like spicy candy, so Rebekah wasn't shocked, but then he poured a lot on. She couldn't decide if she should stop him or not. Rebekah was perfectly sane, when she wanted to be, but it would also be a little funny if he did eat it and found out the hard way that hot sauce in that amount was a bad thing, this was her poor maturity level kicking in again.

"Are you sure Zan?" Rebekah asked him, deciding to let him make the decision, what was the worst that could happen she wondered? He didn't think it would kill him, it might hurt him a bit and give him a sour stomach for a day or 2, but kill him? Rebekah just shrugged. Zan was different and she knew this, and he liked the spicy candy and most kids, even the teen ones she was use to hanging with didn't like it. "Go for it." She replied. She never thought she would be telling a 6 year old to eat a spoon full of hot sauce, milk and Captain Crunch, but here she was.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

Zan just had a lot going on for him, always. His mind just kept on working, even while he slept he learned. He hardly ever truly had dreams, normally he just relived his day, relearning lessons he might have missed, seeing things for the first time, understanding things he never got before. His mind took every single second of every single day to learn, for he had a limit time to learn, so when he could gain something from a situation, he got it. He might not understand it, but he'd have that memory for future reference. Zan was more then a special child, he was far more then that, he was a race all his own. Everything he did was unique, special. He was something no one could truly understand, a king by birth right, not completely human, yet raised in the human world to be human.

Things never really fit for Zan, he's not meant to live in this world, like this. Not here, not yet, not now. He has been to his home for the smallest of time, only he was rejected by his people, a memory that has long since faded. Yet he does not belong here, he's a drifter, just trying to find his place in the world, to be with people he knows and loves, people who can help him learn what he needs to learn, before it's too late, and he looses it forever, or it grows out of control. He is a child, and being such he does not have control over a lot of his gifts, he hardly knows he has any. If raised in the wrong hands he is a weapon, or he can potentially be nothing. It's all in how he's raised, and now is the most important time in his life. He is getting more aware of the things around him, and he's no longer stuck inside his own mind. Now's the time when he's going to start to truly develop a personality.

As far as Zan knew he was alone. He knew his father was out there some place, but he was unwanted, loved but not wanted. Liz was around, but honestly she was not like him. She gained her gifts through a freak accident, she was not born with it. Zan could feel the essence of his mother out there... though it was different. It was her, but not really her Different yet totally the same. The connection was there, but it was weak, hardly even a blimp. He had people who loved him, but just becasue he was loved did not meant he was wanted. It was very clear that he was not wanted, or he'd be with his father right now, he'd be with Liz. She said she'd save him -legally- but the longer he was in the home, the worst everything got, it was getting to the breaking point. Bek saved him, that was the bottom line. She was his saving grace, and even if he leaves for a while, he'd never really leave her. He'd make sure of it. He was not sure how, but she'd understand, she'd feel him, she'd never be alone. Not really.

Zan had a few tricks up his sleeve. Just like his father, he had powers. Zan was the true king, waiting for his crown, waiting to be of age. The things he is able to do, he just does not know it yet. But when he leaves, all he has to do is run his little hand over her forehead, and she'd never really be alone. His father did that to Zan so many years ago, Zan can feel him there. Zan knows he's close, and could find him if he really wanted to. But Zan was put up for adoption, and he knows he's loved just not wanted. That's what Zan would give her. She'd be able to find him, she'd know him, feel him, he just would not physically be there, but at her worst moments he'd be there, a memory to save her from the dark parts of her life. He'd make sure she'd have this, when it came time to leave her, he'd make sure she was safe. He loved her too much to let her be on her own. And when it came time for him to leave, he might understand his fathers thinking. He might just understand that staying is not always best, and sometimes letting go is the only way. But that was far off. Zan has yet to recall the phone he had that Liz had given him. He always kept it close.

Taste buds are a very delicate thing. They are only mature enough to handle so much. You put them into over drive and they shut down, yet not enough stimulation, and they will never reach their full potential. Eating nothing but bland food, eating things with no flavor, that hurt Zan more then it helped. His buds needed to mature, they needed to taste strong flavors to work. And at the boys home, the flavors were always way over seasoned if at all, but it was not enough for Zan's extreme taste buds. He needed that kick, a flavor most people found too hard to eat, really spicy, super sweet, Sour, and salty even. All very acceptable. Anything less then the extreme stunted the growth of his buds. Now was the time to explore and help them grow. So any food he eats will have some extreme flavor to it, even if he has to dumb a whole salt shaker on his food. If it helps him taste, it helps him taste.

The hot sauce was what he knew he could never truly have. There was always salt and pepper on a table, it was easy for him to dumb an extreme amount on his plate. But spicy, sweet and sour were harder to come by. So when he had a chance, he'd go for it, even if it got him into some hard core trouble later. His body was telling him what to do, and he'd listen. He had cravings he did not understand, and he'd get what his body said he needed. hot sauce, was his vice for now. But if he went for the salt, it was just as good. He was only helping his taste buds mature. But he hardly knew this, or he'd tell Bek. Help her understand. But he was just doing what came naturally to him, what felt right. He did not know any better. That was Bek's job to learn about Zan and teach him, help him understand why he was what he was and why he did what he did. It was a hard job and not for just anyone.

Zan held the spoon to his lips, even at her okay comment, he just kind of waited, not sure what punishment might come. He once tried this at the home, and the women standing over him, had to pretty much force it down thinking the spicy from the hot sauce would teach him the lesson she could not teach. He liked it, that shocked her, and bad things happened from then on. He was wondering if the same might happen here. He dropped the spoon an inch or so, still just watching waiting, unsure. Would this be his punishment? To eat it? Would he have to scrub the floors or sit and star at a wall for hours? (Though he rather enjoyed time out, he painted pictures in the corner when no one was watching). Or what? He did not have paints, so they could not be taken away.

But well. She seemed to be alright with it. Still he was not sure if it was the go ahead you'll be sorry if you do kind of deal, or the invitation to try it, see where it goes. He just did not know which she was telling him. He never could read people like that. Not in the sense of sarcastic remarks or not. He blinked before pretty much shoving the spoon full of the red milk into his mouth, he hardly chewed before the next spoon full was pushing at his lips. Still he watched Bek, wondering when she might take the bowl away, or reprimand him for eating the way he did. But he wanted to get his fill before it was taken from him. He did not often get to taste the food he ate, so this was a treat, one he did not want to be taken from him. Involuntarily, his free arm scooped around the bowl pulling it closer to his body, protective almost. Of course if Bek asked for it, he'd give it to her, but it was pretty clear this was what he wanted all along, this was what he as craving. What he needed. He would not be happy if she took it away. He liked spicy. That was a good start. If he could only reach the salt, he might just dumb the whole thing in his bowl as well. He's never gotten the chance to mix flavors like that before. But he might just try it, if he's allowed. Zan was surly testing Bek, but he was not strong enough in her personality to push her that far. God forbid he tried anything like this at the boys home.

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She wondered this boys story, she wondered everything about him. Zan was not normal, nor was she even sure he was entirely human. He looked human enough, but no human, not even witches, had the powers that Zan had, not even with a lifetime of practice and patience and a magic spell spoke in some ancient nearly forgotten tongue. So what was he? Special was the only word Rebekah could think to use for him. That is what he was to her, special, maybe it mattered in the end that she found out the truth, but for now, it was enough just for him to be special.

Did it freak her out that he was special? Maybe a little. But Rebekah herself was special, more special then most, but not the most special one could be. She was 1000 years old, she was the only original female vampire, she was strong, fast, her senses were heightened. There were tons that were similar to her, she would be naive to say she was completely unique, but there was no one on this earth exactly like her. Zan was the same, he may not be 100% unique, but there was no one that would ever be exactly the same as him. So Rebekah was able to relate to him better then anyone else.

She too had no where to call her own. She too was a drifter per say. It was how she lived the last 1000 years with her brother, moving from town to town, never having a place to call home, running mostly from her father. In a lot of respects, maybe Rebekah and Zan were complete opposites, they had absolutely nothing in common, but if you looked deeper, below the surface, below the everyday, sometimes meaningless things, likes, dislikes, personality, that stuff they were two opposite sides of a coin, but where it mattered, they were a lot alike.

People would miss it normally, people would not understand there similarities, many people would never see it. That didn't matter. For some reason he stalled, refusing to eat his own concoction of milk, cereal and hot sauce. Just looking at her. Did he expect Rebekah to yell at him, or smack him, or hurt him. Well Rebekah had no reason to do anything like that. If he wanted to do this and hurt himself then it was his choice. She would not take it away from him. That was just all there was to it, sure she was scared he would hurt himself, but it wouldn't be serious anyways.

There was one thing that Zan had to learn about Rebekah. That was if she was ever upset, for whatever reason, she would not hide it. Her feelings would be shown instantly, you would know if you were doing something wrong, you would know if you were pissing her off, as you would see it on her face. So maybe Rebekah had a lot to learn about zan, but Zan had just as much to learn about Rebekah and it was gonna take time, and that was all there was to it.

So when he finally took the bite, she half expected for him to spit it out and begin to cry, but he didn't. Zan continued to eat it and Rebekah decided to just watch him and wait for him to finish his cereal. Finally he was done with the whole bowl and she shrugged at him. "We all have our vices, trust me." Rebekah told him simply, Rebekah wasn;t sure if Zan should know her personal vice yet, the thing she craved above all else that she could never get enough of if she drank it night and day, blood, the precious ruby jewels straight from a vain.

Zan could never know what she liked to eat and drink, it would give him nightmares and he would surely never trust her again, to find out what she did to people, what she drank that very few people did. Even if she somehow broke it to him gently, it would still be a shocking thing for anyone to hear, even a kid, especially a kid. So she left it at that, hoping that he didn't ask about her vice, about what she needed to drink, as it was not a conversation she felt like having tonight with a 6 year old that she was falling madly in love with.

"Well, Id better stalk up on Hot Sauce then." Rebekah said with a smile approaching him and picking him up carrying him into the living room, Now that he was fed it was time to move on to something else. "What you want to do now Zan the man?" Rebekah asked him, whatever he wanted to do, he was allowed to do it if he wanted to and was capable of it. If he suddenly asked to fly to the moon, or something outlandish that wasn't in the realm of possibility, or something that a 6 year old was not normally allowed to do, she would have to say no, but normal stuff he can do.

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[Alexzander 'Zan' Hughes]

This was for sure going to take some time. He was not sure of the rules yet, every house had rules. At his home, before his adopted father died, and his adopted mother went off the deep end, he had rules. Putting the dishes in the dish washer was one of them, even at his young age, his mother would lift him up so he could rinse then off, then in the dish washer they went, never were their any dishes in the sink ever. Just like when mommy made dinner, daddy cleaned up after wards, and visa versa. Zan always helped in one way or another. If he helped cook he did not have to help clean. Rules just made the house work well. If he made a mess he would clean it up.

Zan was really able to do whatever he wanted, so long as he put things away after he was done using it. It was all very simple. But since he's lived at the boys home, he's learned new things. Such as you do everything yourself, plus the older kids things. If not you got hurt. That's how life was in the home. Back at his adopted parents home the worst thing he got was a time out. But even time outs at the boys home were more frighting. Rather then sitting in a corner thinking on what you did, you were put in a room with a flickering light, often forgotten. The door was sometimes locked, which means Zan would be locked in time out room for quite a while until someone remember him again.

So how did this house work? Did he just have to clean up? Or was Bek going to do everything. What was Zan's job in this house? His role? Sure he was a child, but he could still take out the trash if it was not to full or heavy. He could help wipe the table down, or set it for dinner... assuming there were family dinners. Not that he understood Bek's diet. But things needed to be established. Like at his adopted parents home, he did not have to make his bed... ever. But at the boys home it had to be made before he went potty in the morning. It had to be made perfectly at that, or he'd have to do it again and again. How was it here? He did not have toys so he did not have to worry about that. But with painting... could he paint whatever wall he wanted so long as he waved a hand and turned it back to it's original color? Could he color anything, again so long as it was put back? Or did he have creative freedom and could do whatever he wanted whenever he wanted...?

Rules were always needed. So by getting his own hot sauce, was kind of a test on boundaries. What could he get away with? And what would be punishable? If anything. But before he knew it the whole bowl was empty. Gone. He did not even have time to dump salt in it. He was too worried it would be taken from him, so he ate it as fast as his little arms let him, as fast as he could chew. Not that he chewed much he kind of just swollen it whole. A kids gotta eat. Zan was a growing boy, so he could pack it away. You put food in front of him, Zan is likely gonna eat it With a few very picky modifications. But food was food.

He understood special diets. He knew some people could not eat some things, or had to eat others. One kid at the home was dietetic, and had a special tray of food every time the ate. Special just for him. Others had allergy, and they too got special trays during meals and special snacks. He'd understand she had a special diet, and he would not judge her for it. Now if he saw her drain a human of all blood, he'd surly run away. But if she had a blood pack or two in a cup, or out of a blood bag, that would not frighten him at all. She could drink all she wanted, so long as it was not directly from a human. The act of biting a human and taking even a small amount of blood would freak Zan out. But he knew because of her teeth she was special. He knew she had a special diet.

"I like salt." He said with a half smile holding his arms out, so she could pick him up with ease. He was not used to being carried. So it was nice to have this little.... thing. Just this little touch, it made him feel special. The only kids that got carried at the boys home were the babies under threeish. He was long past 3, so he hardly ever got picked up, unless it was to take him to time out or something. He cracked a smile and a half laugh at his new name. Zan the man. It made him giggle a bit. He'd never herd his name said that way. So it was funny to him.

"Paintings?" He asked looking at the wall of the living room. At least he had one question answered, he did not have to clean up after meals. And come to think about it, he never had to make his bed when he woke up..so that was a plus. Zan never liked making his bed, he did it more out of habbit now. But it was annoying. At least here... he did not have to do any of that. At least for now. Zan wondered if he'd be allowed to paint on the wall. Even if he could not leave it up there for a while. Could he paint a little something and wipe it clean? If she was not watching, and he cleared it all before she saw would that be breaking the rules?

((Did you wanna try and get what's his face in this thread? Who ever Bek is living with? Might be kinda funny to have him walk in, Bek painting or playing or whatever with some random kid.))

[Rebekah Mikaelson]

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The thing was that Rebekah never had any rules for herself. So giving a child any rules seemed quite pointless to her. She lived how she wanted to live and she never let anyone tell her what she can and cant do, or what she has to do for that matter. So, telling Zan to wash his dish or make his bed or clean up his mess was something she couldn't do as she often didn't give herself those kind of rules. Was it a bad way to raise a kid, maybe, but Zan had manners, he was nice and sweet and smart already, so what was the point in trying to teach him that stuff if he already knew?

Besides all that, Rebekah hired a maid to clean the house 3 times a week, so she was the one that would be making the beds and cleaning the dishes, even though there usually wasn't very many, unless you count shot glasses and whisky glasses and coffee cups, and the odd plate or bowl. She did eat human food sometimes, but it wasn't a priority and if she ate it, it was cause she liked the taste, not because it gave her any nutritional value. The coffee and alcohol helped with the cravings and she never really got drunk on alcohol or wired on coffee.

She picked Zan up. "So salt and Hot Sauce, I will add it to my shopping list, anything else?" She told him as she carried him to the living room. She smiled as Zan giggled at her new nickname for him. She liked the fact that he liked it. It meant a lot to her that he didn't hate her nickname for him. The truth was she liked carrying him, and it wasn't like he was heavy to her, even if she was human, he could only weigh, what, 70 pounds? If you can't carry a 70 pound person then you need to hit the gym. He was pretty much weightless to her.

Plus it felt like she was bonding to him, like it was important to hold him for some reason. Maybe it wasn't and sooner or later she would have to let him start walking on his own. But for now, what was it hurting? She smiled at his request. "I don't have any paints or canvas for you." She told him sadly though. She began to think, looking around at the walls, the walls in the living room were pretty much blank, Nik meant to put up paintings, but he was busy off doing god knows what, so he never got around to decorating. She thought for a moment.

"Zan... can you erase the painting if I let you paint on the walls?" Rebekah asked him looking him in the eyes to let him know she was serious. She didn't care if he painted on the walls honestly, but if he left it up and Nik found it, well Nik would throw a fit and either hurt Zan or throw them out. The later didn't sound to bad to Rebekah as she wanted a place of her own anyways. But still, the thought of Nik trying to hurt Zan scared the hell out of her. So she didn't want Zan to leave up his works of art.

"If you promise me that you will always erase them, you can paint on the walls, but I don't have any paint." Rebekah told him honestly. She then sighed and wanted to slap herself on the forehead. He was special, if he can erase paint with his hands, then he can paint with his hands. She suddenly felt very silly and like a dumb blonde. "Oh that's right, you don't need paints, do you?" Rebekah asked him with a smile. "Well, I am still buying you a proper paint set so then you can keep your masterpieces, but for now, the walls would have to do." She told him matter of factly.

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Notes: Nik her brother? We dont have a Nik/Klaus/Niklaus right now so we cant unfortunately. It would be funny to see his reaction though, however I fear for Zan's life if they were to meet. If you meant Noah, her boyfriend, they don't live together, but we can have Noah and Zan meet if you want, actually been planning it, but you have to ask Britt if she is up for it right now as she is really busy and has a ton of posts already.

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