Glad spray! Solve that wicked scent with artificial toxins that she was certain would almost smell worse! Old people and their smell had always been a soft point for the vampire.. the fact that it stained the very presence of her bedroom had her considering it as a bad omen. She saw her mother's features drop as she noticed her daughter's own displeasure. But it was the mention of candles that somehow seemed to halt her. As if she had somehow found a reasonable solution to all of this. Oh, that could do. She adored candles. All candles.. she even found some of those scents she had preferred within that store with an endless supply of candles. How her mother had always found a way to attempt to fix the wrongs in the world. It was like she had an... answer for anything and everything. It was her father's suggestion that she merely not breathe was dismissed for a moment if only to focus on the mention of candles. "You might be on to something, mother." Of course she was.
It was the suggestion that her father offered that caused a frown to cross her pale doll-like feature. "I like breathing though." She frowned deeper as if she actually considered her father's practical suggestion that clearly was not a plausible solution. She seemed oblivious to the fact that he might actually be making a jest... surely he would not about this.

Moments following, the notice of all those displaced boxes were strewn across the room. This happened every time. Her mother took her sweet time so that her father worked twice as fast to take on most of that work load. While that could have been a brilliant strategy, her sire seemed content to ignore her dutiful labelling work. Her mother seemed to pout and yet Morgan was already still suspicious of her rouse.. Morgan, as if possessed by habit alone strode across the kitchen as if expecting something to be in the fridge. Like in some magical world a neighbour would already be stuffed in that tiny space, as if she had put it there and forgot. After all, there had been an incident when she did just that! But they had only just got there, it was entirely strange behaviour to do that now. Not thinking anything of her own strangeness, oblivious to it, she turned, not noticing her parent's private silent discussion. Communication that they had all but mastered. The girl turned to cross her arms the fridge left to close behind her.

Food was suddenly all she could think of.
That was when her father decided to offer her a greeting.

Good Morgan. How she couldn't help that sudden outburst, that empty threat of changing her name that they all knew would never come to pass. Her father seemed endlessly content with himself and his wordplay. It was far too early for his dad jokes. Perhaps this was why he struck, having chosen that opportune time to get a rise out of her.

How long had he kept that gem for? For as long as she'd been named? The thought barely lingered for too long before the trio engaged in that topic of those neighbours. Already they had earned her mother's ire. Someone was going to die! Hopefully soon. Perhaps they could get a start on it now... It would be so terribly easy. They didn't need to get caught. They had pulled it off once before. They could begin as early as that night. Morgan seemed content to conjure a plan that would leave them all blissfully unsuspected. How sad it would be to offer their neighbours a mere tragedy as old as time. When domestic bliss turned ugly. Surely it was an easy enough sell, especially when she shifted her own appearance to that of.... That was when her idea was quickly silenced with a resounding 'NO!' Her mother quoting the rules that brought a defeated sigh. Rules. They were there for a reason.. And yet how often her mother and her had broken them? "Who broke the rules last time?" She feigned innocence. They didn't know of that little incident with that boy.

The memory caused Morgan to wiggle her toes within the black fluffy, plush bat slippers as her mother continued... considering the prospect of simply having better fertilizer. Oh she knew that tone of her mother's voice! Mischief was afoot. Rules were meant to break were they not? Or perhaps they were meant to bend? It was the mention that her mother liked it here that made her pause, even though the wicked grin that played upon her features that promised death. If one thing was for certain, it was always that. Her father decided not to comment when he suggested that if they were going to go out they had best get ready. He claimed it was their fault how long it took just to get out of the door.

Morgan offered a scoff to rival any teenager! It took time to pick the right outfit, to preen and be something worthy to be admired. Morgan took pride in her appearance and meticulous grooming. There was absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to look your best. Morgan offered her mother a knowing glance. If anyone was to understand it was her, surely she had something to say. Morgan walked across the room pausing long enough to offer those parting words she was certain was as faultless as ever. "Its our first night here, of course we need to look good. First impressions and all that, right father?" Her lips quirked into a grin that displayed those deadly fangs before taking on the difficult task of finding her clothes through all this chaos. That was going to take more time than the actual getting ready part. Nothing was where she knew it to be. Her dresses must be back in the living room.. or who knows where?! She brought several boxes with her, including the one that her mother carried with her only to return to her room to find it was not the right one.

With a burst of speed she returned back in a blur of speed only to find her parents in a precarious position. They acted quickly. Not only that but they were not doing at all what her father suggested they do. Morgan went to rummage through one of those boxes with her name sprawled neatly on the cardboard none too quietly,. How her father missed her name obviously made her realize he had to do it on purpose. It was the sudden shift at her arrival... as if she was the one to be intruding. She ignored it and them as she continued her rummaging even with the knowledge that her parents were simply waiting for her to leave. Could they not go to their bedroom for that? Sex in its many forms was not anything new to the girl and yet she hardly wanted to watch her parents fornicating like.... Teenagers.

Her father's words earned him her electric blue stare. Oh she was intruding? All her things were down here scattered hopelessly. Morgan seemed unbothered and she was everything but! "Oh, don't mind me. I am just trying to find my belongings." She offered innocently as if she hadn't seen anything and yet the way her mother sat upon his lap made those intentions all too obvious.

"I guess it will be father's fault we are late then this time, hm?" Between the misplaced boxes and distracting mom with sex. The bone white haired vampire all but grumbled to herself, remembering her father's previous comment to not breathe. "Can't breathe and now I must be blind too." She continued to rummage through another box... Please be 'the' box.. please. How she already knew of her parents devotion for one another, she didn't need to witness just how devoted. Although, it was impressive how all those years of being blissfully married and in love, their passion never fizzled. Their love was as immortal as them, she was sure. The rarest kind. It was their fault. Setting such impossibly high standards for her..

Morgan could practically feel their eyes burning into her back! That was when she heard that familiar masculine voice offering a threat to hurry or he was going to begin again.
A groan left her lips. "Please, no. You need to... as the teenager's say.... Get a room!" His threat was one she didn't want to know if he intended to make good on or not. She quickly grabbed the nearest promising box and fled without giving them another look. Wasn't the first night supposed to be tradition? They were supposed to explore together. Would they forget? Was this place the beginning of the end? Morgan frowned as made it to her room before she slammed the door half heartedly, not nearly with enough force to break the door as she huffed to herself. Fine. She would get ready but if they weren't there when she was through, she would go without them.

Already, everything was going to hell!

Next they wouldn't even share a meal together. Had it finally come to this? She threw the box onto the ground as she searched through it before she had found it.. The perfect dress. The girl looking even more doll-like than ever before. Not even the hint of blush she put on could hide how her skin looked porcelain, breakable, innocent even though her eyes told another story. The dark eyeliner and mascara only made those electric blue eyes stand out more. Her outfit seemed to war with the ethereal white of her hair. She completed her look with an obsidian necklace that her mother had gifted to her one year for her birthday. Morgan seemed quite content with her attire. That black a-line dress and stockings that met her knee, a barrette pulled back one side of her hair part way. She walked toward that room, half expecting to find her parents there going at it like rabbits. Relief flashed across her features to have found they vanished.

Maybe they decided to go without her or refind their bedroom? Great. So she was alone. She debated in those moments if she would wait for them... taking a seat on anything but the chair they were nearly copulating on but mere moments ago. It was only an illusion, Morgan was sure... there was no furniture that was safe from her parent's libido. Morgan eyed the door as if in contemplation but chose to wait for them for a moment longer, night-dreaming of all that awaited her in this new city, convinced it would be better than the last. Or at least a ghoulish girl could dream.