The Underworld discussion

Former residence of the Father, and one of few bases and safe spots on the Surface. It is advised that people do not visit at night. Ghosts of the past walk the halls there.

Adrian pulled into the long and pretentious driveway, a scowl on his face.

"See what I mean?" asked Adrian, "It's beyond vile."

He pulled the car to a halt, turning off the ignition.

Daemon frowned "it's not horrible, sir"

"You haven't seen the inside yet," mumbled Adrian angrily.

As he got out the car, the front doors opened, Pandemonium skipping out happily.

"I'm surprised the house didn't swallow you whole," said Adrian bitterly.

"I feared it would," agreed Pan, "Horrible place."

Pan liked the house of course, but arguing with Adrian over it was pointless. In his eyes, Fallon Manor was a gateway to hell and that was all there was to it.

Daemon rolled his eyes, stumbling after Adrian, limping ever so slightly and wincing with each step, though he hid it well as he followed

"Oh Mr Campbell," said Pan, "I found this."

He held up a teddy bear. It was small, brown and looked like it was about to fall apart, with holes in places, stuffing sticking out of it. It had a green ribbon around its neck.

"Ah," said Adrian, "That, Pan, happens to be Steven. Why a three year old me decided to call his teddy bear Steven I'll never know. Put him back immediately."

He turned back to look at Daemon. "Keep up, loser, this is a big place - don't wanna get lost."

He scowled l"you're the one that lost!" He exclaimed, walking next to him and sticking close by.

"You make a point," allowed Adrian, "You definitely hit the jackpot."

"Are you referring to your dick?" asked Pan.

"Always."

Pan let out a practiced giggle and hugged the teddy close to him. He frowned at Daemon walking so close to Adrian, and moved to stand right next to the man as they walked down the corridor, their arms touching. Adrian, as usual, pretended not to notice the act of jealousy.

Dae rolled his eyes at Pan and growled softly " wow" he murmured softly, glaring at Pan as they walked "don't you have anything better to do?"

"No," said Pan smoothly, "My job is very important, now try not to be too disruptive and let the adults talk, okay?"

Not really true - Pan was 16, but whatever. He didn't care.

"Pan," said Adrian, "Keep your head screwed on please."

Daemon scowled, glaring at him an saying nothing as he just continued to walk, looking around silently.

Adrian stopped after around ten minutes of walking, opening a door and going inside. It was a library, and a big one, with ceiling high bookshelves and marble flooring. Adrian scowled; he had once loved this room. He marched through, heading for another door that led to his late father's office, opening it and closing the door behind him.

Pan sprawled out on a couch, hugging the teddy to him. He had a weakness for teddy bears. He would wait until Adrian called for him, lest he make the man angry. The house always made him angsty.

Daemon scowled but followed Adrian into the next room, opening the door and closing it behind him. "Hey." He muttered awkwardly, walking over

Adrian was sat at his father's desk, surrounded by books, papers strewn across the desk. It was his father's old paperwork, and contained important information. He was working through it all, but it would take years at best. He knew that in the right hand draw, his father's journal lay. He hadn't the heart to read it just yet, but he'd have to at some point. His father knew very dangerous things.

He heard Daemon enter, and glanced up at him.

"How are you feeling?" he asked casually.

"Sore. Everywhere" he muttered, flopping down in a chair next to the desk, watching him work and humming softly to himself. "You?"

Adrian smirked at that. "Irritable. My body is fine, although I had to wear a scarf because you absolutely destroyed my neck. I thought I was the vampire."

((Ima poof for class soon)) he rested his chin on his desk and purred "good" he murmured, his eyes flashing mischievously. "Pans spooning your teddy bear"

((okidoki))

"Never again," warned Adrian, flicking him in the forehead, "Love bites are a sign of possession. My neck must remain clear."

He sighed, with a shake of his head. "I told him to put him back. If he breaks it he's in trouble."

Daemon purred softly "maybe that was my intent" he hummed, wrinkling his nose when he was flicked and smirking. "I could go repossess it"

"All this talk of possession," said Adrian, "Adrian Fallon belongs to no one, little Brother... Steven belongs to me though, you have permission to retrieve him, but don't start a fight, Daemon."

Daemon smiled slightly an got up, going out and prying Steven from pans grasp, going into tr office and slamming the door with a small smirk to himslef

Pan had his eyes closed when he felt the bear snatched from his little grasp. He shot up, but before he could do a thing, the little brat had retreated back into the office.

"Hey!" he complained, "Give that back, it isn't yours!"

Adrian sighed. "You could have told him I'd asked for it back."

He raised his eyebrows at Daemon before returning to his paperwork, examining his father's ever-frantic scrawl closely.

Daemon smirked "that's no fun" he replied, snuggling the bear in his lap ad watching Adrian read, content to keep pan haunt him.

Adrian simply shook his head. He worked in silence for a while, his eyes moving swiftly over the words.

"Be careful with him," said Adrian quietly, "He's old now. I used to take him in the bath with me."

"I can tell" he murmured softly, gently cradling the bear in his arms, Stroking distracted fur. "Hes pretty"

"He's the most hideous thing in existence," countered Adrian, "He was a lot prettier when I first got him, believe me. He's all worn now."

"He's cute" he smiled "he smells like you" he quipped, purring

Adrian put down his pen, and rose from the desk.

"Stop smelling my Steven and give him here," complained Adrian, crossing over to Daemon to save his poor teddy bear.

He smirked and gave him his bear, humming. "I didn't smell it I was teasing"

Adrian tucked Steven safely under his arm and stalked back over to his seat, mumbling to himself. He worked for a little while longer, putting Steven on the other side of the desk before suddenly stopping, putting his head in his hands.

His head was throbbing.

"Pan," he called.

At once, Pan appeared.

"You wish for me to relay to you?" asked Pan.

"Write it down for me poppit," he mumbled.

He scowled at Pan "I could've done that for you, sir" he muttered, bristling at Pan's presence and glaring at him

Pan shot him a glare back and sat opposite Adrian, taking a pad and beginning to scribble in note form all the information he'd gotten.

"Headache, sir?"

"It's the house."

"Would you like me to give you a head massage?" he offered, scribbling slightly faster.

"I'm surprised he lets you touch him. I thought father had better standards" he scowled, muttering unhappily to himself

With a deafening crack, Pan's pen snapped.

"What?" demanded Pan, "Because I didn't live a blessed little existence like you, you think I'm of a lower standard? I may do what I do, but I'm twice the man you are you little-"

"Pandemonium," called Adrian calmly, "Please calm down."

The boy nodded, handing the pad over to Adrian.

"You look tired," noted Adrian, "I want you to go home and sleep the rest of the day, understood? You can't go on stage tonight like that."

Pan simply nodded again, turning and leaving the room.

Daemon watched him go, sighing softly to himself and closing his eyes. "He started it" he growled, but felt a little bad about acting like a jerk. He stood suddenly and left, catching Pan by the wrist. "Hey" he murmured, pulling him to a stop "I'm sorry about being an ass. You deserve an apology"

Pan furrowed his brow. He was always suspicious of people being nice to him, but then, Daemon had nothing to gain by it.

"It's fine," said Pan quietly, "I'm just being irritable. Apologize again to Mr Campbell for me."

He slipped out of Daemon's grip and nodded at him, before turning to leave.

Adrian looked at the door in amusement. Daemon had gone after the little damsel-in-distress, but Pan was a lot stronger than he seemed. Words alone couldn't break him down. He began to work again.

Daemon rolled his eyes "Yeah sure" he muttered, but it held no contempt, just his usual aggravated self. He turned back and went inside. "Pan says sorry again."

He returned to his seat, watching Adrian work, and felt a little bad. They hadn't been up that long and already Father looked tired, his brows furrowed and mouth pressed in a serious line. He didn't like it. Did Adrian ever take a break? He reached out to touch the lines between his eyebrows that formed only when he was reading the papers, not really realizing he was doing it.

"Are you okay?" he asked suddenly, "And don't give me some smartass response either. You don't look well. I don't...I can't.." he seemed puzzled, unable to compute something, and he just froze for a split second, completely still, like he'd shorted out. After that brief blip, so short it was hard to think that it had actually happened, he went back to his regular position like nothing had happened, dark eyes looking blankly at the paper.

Adrian halted his pen for a moment, a remotely hateful smirk on his face.

"This house is a hotspot for messing with my things," said Adrian, "Be careful, you could randomly explode. It's happened before. Once Melanie just turned off and it took me three days to fix her. Once I collapsed in a heap on the floor. It's the air, the walls, they're haunted it would seem..."

He stood up, walking over to Daemon, his head throbbing.

"Would you like me to turn you off until I'm done here?"

He shook his head. "I'll be fine" he murmured. He gazed up at Adrian. "You believe in ghosts?" Father didn't seem to be the type to believe in such things. He was just full of surprises. He knew Adrian's head was hurting, could tell by his expression. He reached up and placed his hands on either side of Father's head, massaging his temples gently. He still had this mildly confused look on his face.

((Adding this)) "I can't just leave you alone. That's cruel"

"Not ghosts," said Adrian with a smile, "But where can one's energy go when they die? Energy cannot be destroyed, it has to go somewhere. Like the walls of this godforsaken house."

Adrian closed his eyes slightly as Daemon reached up to massage his head. "It's not cruel. I grew up here, I'll be fine."

"Not happening" he replied with a small smile, knowing he was doing something right "Just relax, okay?" He cooed, trying to help rid him of his headache

Adrian unconsciously leaned into Daemon's fingers, closing his eyes softly. It was helping only a little, but that little bit of help was very welcome.

"The walls are filled with anger and anguish," murmured Adrian, "and it hurts my head."

"I can tell" he murmured, not minding at all as he gently moved to massage a bit more, working out the little bit of headache he could get rid of.

Adrian hummed softly for a moment before leaning forward and kissing Daemon's forehead.

"Thank you," he said, before going back to his desk and sitting down again. He rubbed his eyes, before taking out a pair of glasses and putting them on, like Daemon's hands, they helped soothe his headache a little.

He purred and moved back to watching him, glad he could help father as he watched him work. "Can I help?"

"If you could I'd have asked you," assured Adrian, "You may explore the house if you'd like, all the rooms I don't want you in are locked anyway. Might be a bit dusty though - there's no one here to clean the place anymore."

Daemon nodded and got up, going off to explore all by himself, taking Steven with him as he walked down the hallway curiously, touching a bookshelf, furrowing his brows.

Once Daemon had left the room, Adrian reached into the drawer and pulled out his father's journal, tentatively opening it to the first page. A sick feeling ran through him when he saw a note that had been slipped in there. He knew that handwriting.

Little grasshopper,

I knew you'd pick this up eventually, you're a smart boy. A good decision mind you, it will be of great benefit to your cause. Or rather, it would have been...

Had I not read it first.

Ah what I would give to be able to see the expression on your beautiful face right now. Alas, it cannot be done.

All my love, Stiles.

Adrian let the book fall from his hands, clenching his fists in anger. Of course Stiles had read it. He stood up, leaving the office angrily and storming upstairs. He unlocked the door of his old bedroom and flopped down on the dusty bed, working to still his furious breathing.

Daemon saw Adrian pass him and he frowned, padding after him "sir?" He frowned, standing next to his bed curiously "was this your room?"