Morgan seemed willing to attempt her mother's suggestion. After all, this new place had to work out, at least for a time. Especially when there were ample opportunities, much like a box of assorted chocolates placed before her with all the options. How could she choose just one? Ah, but that was getting ahead of how she currently felt. But it didn't mean was exactly thrilled at the current moment. They had packed up and moved in record time, leaving behind the excess fat that they didn't really need. Which meant all of her unfinished business was left to remain that way. Severed off with a permanent knot at the end. It left her more irritatable than usual. She was used to her families lifestyle and yet she certainly had her moments when everything was simply uprooted before her timeline. There were far too many storylines that would forever become open-ended plotholes. The scents of the new house, it would seem, were simply the minor flaw that she had decided to aim her irritation at. If it were not that, it would be something else. On and on, it would carry on, at least until she had her sights on something new, or rather, someone. Thats how it always started. A simple distraction always getting tangled until it was nothing but a series of knots she had to untangle until she found the end. She would learn to like this place, just like all the others before it. But tonight, she was looking for nothing but flaws. Temporary flaws meant to be fixed with temporary solutions. Yet even knowing that and her habitual process, it did nothing to stop her minor fit. Nor stop her from moving around the house like a dark, grumpy rain cloud, content to spread her gloom. The mere fact that she was hungry probably didn't help matters either. She was always hungry when she was cranky. Or was it vice versa, she hardly knew, hardly cared.

The white hair that framed her face shifted as she nodded at her mother's question if obtaining those candles would suffice. Those candles were very much like an olive branch to smooth over those bristles. Her mother always had a solution to anything. Morgan always fascinated by it, tried to learn from it. There was a solution to anything from something as simple as an unfavourable scent.. a body.. or as complex as manipulating any being into doing exactly what she wanted, or at least long enough until she killed him. Morgan uttered her thanks, not completely without manners. After all, those two being, in spite of the fact that they got on her nerves from time to time, like any parental figure would... she respected them above all else.

However, it did not mean that her father was free from his two favourite girls from teaming up on him when the time was right. Especially when it had to do with something as important as looking their best. That jab from her father would not be ignored by either of them, even though she sought her mother's help in rallying against the sole male in the house. Morgan was more than content to remind her father of one of his own lessons, that first impressions meant everything. He should be pleased that she was paying attention, even if she appeared like she wasn't at the time. She could not hide that devious subtle grin that just began to form as her mother's voice chimed in shortly after. Perfection could not be rushed. Mother and daughter shared a look that sealed her father's fate. There was little chance to stop them when the pair rallied as one. Well, most of the time.

"No truer words spoken, mother." She dipped her head in a simple nod, her voice all too pleased. There was no winning against this. Her electric blue eyes studied and trained upon her father's familiar features as if she could read them. Yet, he alluded to nothing before he offered the pair that compliment as if he had known those exact words would somehow appease them both. She was quite certain that she was far from ravishing in her current pajamaed state. Her gaze lowered to eyes those fluffy bat slippers, wings and all, completed with that printed lounge wear to match. She looked perfect... for bed. But she would be caught dead wearing pj's on a family outing. Their first one to the new city they called home no less! Yet still.. His words still had the desired effect. At least to her. "We are, aren't we? Just wait until we are actually ready to go." She seemed to turn upon her heel, those bat slipper making a squeaking sound from the traction soles upon the hardwood planks below. She grabbed one of her boxes as she went, only when she returned to her room did she find out she had grabbed the wrong one.

When she returned, she was met with the sight of her parents still within the living room, definitely not getting ready and.... There was no covering up what they were about to do. It didn't stop Mogan from all too loudly rummaging through her things to try and find the correct box, not bothering to hide her displeasure, her face had grown sour. They were never going to get out of this house. Not at this rate. Not if they started that. She could hardly stop that none too subtle jab that any lateness was certainly not her doing. How passive aggressive of her! She could not stop that disgruntled noise that escaped her lips as her father threatened her with that less is more approach. It was all that was needed. She careened her head to the side to eye him, as if studying his face for his threat, his arms wrapped almost possessively around her mother. There was no doubt he was irritated that she had interrupted whatever they had begun. Probably just as hungry as her. The fae in his arms seemed to scold him immediately. Would he? Morgan wondered, and yet she knew his threat was hollow. Yet she knew better than to push him too far. She knew what he was capable of and most of all, she respected her parents. That desire to leave that room was far more overwhelming to her, as they made no motion to move to their bedroom. She didn't need to see their heavy petting. Even at 300 years old they were still her parents!

She found it in her best interest to flee. Grabbing two heavy boxes that she was positive contained the things she needed, her mother's voice had trailed after her after their vampire daughter after she had told them to get a room. Any room was their room. Was her mother's remark. All this time and they still treated her like their little girl that never grew up. There was no arguing with them. A heavy dramatic sigh escaped her as she finally reached her near empty bedroom with relie, even though she sulked the whole time. When finally she was satisfied with her appearance, she was not surprised to find the living room empty. Morgan had beaten them both as she thought she would. Judging from what she had seen, she wondered if they would be far too busy with each other for them to even remember their plans.

Maybe she would have to search that city alone. But their first night, that was tradition. It was sacred. At least it was to her. She would wait.. But not for too long. With each passing moment, doubt began to creep in. Fine then, she would have to go alone. A grumpy, hungry Morgan against Sacrosanct surely did not bode well for anyone. The young vampire tried to cheer herself up by imagining all the fun she could have. Oh, she remembered that she needed to get a new cellphone. Her number always switched with her old phone discarded like a ritual before their new location. After all, she knew better than to become sloppy. The thought was interrupted with the sound of shuffling feet of her two favourite people. They were polished and ready to go. She never doubted them. No. Not even though she felt secretly relieved as they all exited the house as a unit, even though she left her sour mask on for a fewmore moments longer. Morgan stepped out into the night, eyeing the well-lit houses that lined the street. She took in everything, committing it all to memory. She walked a few paces in front of her parents as she soaked it all in, every lamppost, mailbox... Every window to the homes that she could see people moving within. The vampire took note of every personal touch, every blemish that was poorly covered up. She saw it all. She drew in the smells of everything that she could. People tried to make their homes look so perfect on the outside. Gardens blooming and beautiful, secretly trying to out do their neighbours in anyway possible, lawns kept meticulous and short without a single unruly blade. But how every household held a wealth of secrets. Secrets she would eventually uncover, bit by bit, just as she always did. She wondered which one would intrigue her more. Even if at first glance, they all appeared the same. Ugh, Suburbia hell.

She began to move more freely with each home they passed, any doubts of this place were replaced with prospecting stare. Which was why her appearance tonight was important. She never knew whom she would meet. She wore her pretty outfit and make-up to make her appear older than she actually appeared, trying to avoid looking too young or at least make her look a suitable age without having to shapeshift. She could be the perfect chameleon even though she stood out with her choice of hair colour. They made it to the end of their street as Morgan waited to find out exactly where their first evening in Sacrosanct would take them. She found the uncertainty of it... exciting. Only to find out that her father nodded into the darkness to gesture the way they were headed. She did not anticipate that they head off to the garden center... of all places. Huh? She shot the pair a questioning look. They had spent all the time getting ready to go to... a garden store? The look of sheer confusion must have shown upon her face as it caused her father to laugh. He pressed on, explaining that the store was 24 hours with a small night shift crew.

Perhaps she might eat a vegan. That seemed like the kind of place they would work when they loved their plants so much. What was unsurprising to her was how her father already appeared to have this place mapped out already. Always prepared. Always several steps infront of everyone else. But garden superstore? How did he even find one in that short period of time?

"How did you..." her words were cut off by the answer. 'I can use the Google.'

The google? Now that did it. No one called Google the Google. It brought suspicion from everywhere. She did not know whether to laugh or roll her eyes. The latter won out and then shook her head. "No one calls it the google, dad. It's just Google. That's just embarrassing. No one will ever let you live it down if you call it that." Although, those very words of warning would unlikely meet deaf ears. She tried.

What an unusual choice of places to go. Although it made sense, her mother would likely obsess over the state of that lawn, especially when the suicidal neighbours sought to bring it up to her. They were arrogant ninnies to put themselves on their radar negatively. Right off that bat too. Those beings always suffered the worst. Oh, her mother would make them suffer, even if it only meant having a better lawn than them just to drive them insane. Or a better everything than them. That was unless she forgot how much she loved this new place... and she massacred them. She didn't want to rule that out. Maybe she should just unpack... slowly. But they had more self-control than that.

"Don't you think we are a little overdressed for fertilizer?" She inquired just incase this was her father making some kind of joke again. That did not seem like the case as the trio finally made it toward that large imposing warehouse building. She could already smell the earthen scents that permeated the air. It wasn't busy at all. Only a few cars were parked in that massive lot, the light from the illuminated sign staring her down, reflecting off her eyes and off the rest of any glossy surfaces. Although, that open sign was not easily ignored, as if beckoning them closer. It would appear that there wasn't a big crowd for evening shoppers. At least at the moment. It was quiet, the perfect place to prowl. Although, she was certain it was not too late to hail a cab and choose the city over this. Even despite the boring new suburbia they had chosen to settle in, she had no doubt that there was a method to their madness. She turned her head, to eye both of them and had her answer that very look, that tell-tale gleam within their eyes said all she needed to know.