Morgan had learned many things over her longer-than-average lifespan. Disassociating on command, that was one. A particularly handy tool with very affectionate parents. Her own gaze was averted to the freshly dead guy in the cart whilst her parents flirted. He looked so peaceful to her, in the final slumber of death's welcoming embrace. Her father had been correct in executing a bloodless death. Nothing was wasted and it triggered none of the usual urges of their species... and it was far neater for that public murder. He would taste lovely later... how she knew how good her mother's meal preparation had become over the years. That and Morgan absolutely loved herself a Bloody Mary.. Although there had never actually been a Mary and this boy was certainly not named Mary. It was her mother's voice that drew her back, like a hook on a line back to reality, something so few could do. Her mother wanted her assistance in putting together those chairs. She knew of all her father's talents, and putting together intricate furniture was not one of them. It was crystal clear that her mother was hardly finished with their shopping. Who would have thought that Home Depot was like going to Costco? Without another word, her mother slipped away into the store, leaving her with her father. It was his teasing retort that drew her attention toward him. That response so easily tugged a snicker from her.

"True... maybe I should reinvent myself to become a modern-day feminist." A feminine feminist. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, even though she wasn't quite sold on the matter. However, she was more than a little good at reinventing herself when her mind latched on an idea, fully committing herself to her role. She could have been an incredible actress in another life, she was sure of it. Being able to take on new faces, certainly helped. Add a fresh new city into the mix and it was absolutely invigorating to dive into her wells of creativity. But she knew what her father was doing. He was certainly making sure he had nothing to do with the chair's construction. Although, maybe that was for the better. How could she forget what happened last time?

But they all had a part to play and... he had made that kill... Her father might as well package him up. Better to play to her strengths. Without any true protest, she set to focus on the more complicated than necessary instructions that needed to be dissected. Her mind almost liked the promise of a puzzle. She placed the parts in a particular order before studying the needless letters, numbers and vague diagrams. Morgan began to move rapidly once she had sorted through it all before using that vampire speed to good use. Once the chair was constructed, she moved to sit proudly within that chair. The byproduct of her obsessive reverie. She respected her father too much to mock him, but she did eye him from her chair. It was a remarkable chair. Comfortable... perfect. It was perhaps the nicest of all the trends thus far.

It was comfortable, even if her skin pallor and white hair practically blended in with the white cushion, the concave hollow made it almost like a nook. A task that seemed to be harder than they both originally thought. She eyed her father meticulously fold the boy's arms in a particular way. Fortunately, there was plenty of time before rigor mortis truly set in. Two hours was ample time for their family to pack the grocery and those chairs before they made their way home. How she knew that her father would likely be too proud to ask for her assistance. Although, it didn't take him all that long to fit the body perfectly inside that cardboard box. There was no peculiar bulge, nothing to indicate that something was amiss. He had folded the human perfectly, without further damaging him too. It was then that her father asked her why her mother seemed to be so stricken with these ones. Oh, that was easy. "It is all the rage right now. The neighbours will be envious. Far too busy snooping our décor than how we conduct our.... Business. Plus, once you sit in this... you won't want for anything else. It is like.... Sitting on a cloud." She was more than happy to offer her father reasoning why this was the best. How she must make sure to take a mental note to not fall asleep in those chairs too close to dawn...

It was then that she heard the sound of her mother's voice, undoubtedly her father did too. She immediately sat forward, both feet finding the polished concrete ground. Game time. Maybe this time she would actually get to kill something. How exciting. She listened to those distant voices start to come into focus. She had obtained not just one... but two. They were going to eat well! Did they have a large enough fridge? It was those magic words that she could deal with one that absolutely sent a resonating delight through her, even if she didn't quite show it besides her lips languidly began to form into a smile. She stood taller, straightening out the dress that fanned out around her. "Oh goodie.. I thought you would never offer." It had been a while. Well.... Maybe not that long. She nearly gave away her excitement and yet... a too excitable vampire... often led to mistakes. If she botched this up too much, she was certain her parents would not allow her to make a kill with them for quite a while. The first night always set the tone. Hunting as a family was one of her most favoured things. With a brief inner chastisement of not getting too carried away, she fanned through all the ways that this could go. Allen wrench, quick and simple like her father... or a quick pop on the head, or... Her mind trailed blissfully away to her now would-be prey.

Electric blue eyes caught sight of her mother who appeared like she was the pied piper for Home Depot staff as she had both to easily and trustingly following her alluring chiming voice. She exuded charisma from every pore. They didn't stand a chance. She could have them both eating out the palm of her hand, she was certain. Her mother claimed that they had procured two chairs. A display and one within reach, but they needed just one more. Her mother looked toward her family with an expectant telltale glimmer within her eyes that the doll-like vampire knew all too well. It was tradition, that her father, choose his prey first. Something he wasted no time in as he chose the woman who had offered to get the forklift to get the out-of-reach box on the tippy top. Ah, if only she knew how she offered herself on a silver platter. That left her the boy. How perfect. She waited for the young woman to be lured away, talking happily about paint colours. Oh, her father must be thrilled. Morgan remained quiet, waiting for the perfect moment for her time to shine.

She gave her mother a quick courteous nod before she slid up next to the young man's side. He smelled like attraction. Oh... was it her mother that he was all worked up about? No, it was that mere aversion of his eyes to follow the petite young Home Depot woman that left with her father. She could not ignore that near-longing look he gave her. Ah, young love.

"Heey... boy? Don't take this the wrong way buut, are you two a couple?" She uttered in an effort to disarm him, to send him mentally off balance.

"Uh what, no?" She could see the hint of a blush upon his cheeks which said what he didn't need to.

"For what its worth. I think you have a shot.. a real one... Don't ask me, I just know these things." She tried to appear friendly and yet when she told the guy what he wanted to hear it didn't matter. He seemed absolutely more than content to forget all else.

He suddenly faced her. His eyes widened like saucers. "Y-you think so?" She could tell he had been dying to shoot his shot. It was almost a shame he was certainly going to be doing one of those things shortly.

"Oh... do I know so." She cajoled.

He smiled the most obnoxious grin she had seen in a while. It would have been cute. But she had a job to do.

"Do you want some advice? From someone who knows?" The young male nodded eagerly and then she stepped forward and into his space before easily placing one hand on either shoulder as he looked at her with open curiousity.

"Now... What I want you to do. Now, this might seem a little bizarre at first... okay? But just bear with me, I know what I am talking about." With each word she only seemed to garner more and more of his attention. Within that pause and that look on acknowledgement. The doll-like vampire then proceeded to wrap her hands around his neck, all while not breaking eye contact with him. At first, he seemed perplexed, his mouth opening to say who knew what, not that it mattered. It would seem that she would never know because she took that opportune moment to squeeze. It didn't take all that much pressure. His features contorted before he began to struggle from that inescapable grip. His face turned a wonderful hue. Several shades darker than his original pallor. "I want you to die, ok? Just a little." The tone to her voice was as if Morgan seemed much too content with this revelation as if she was glad to let it off her chest. She lowered her voice several octaves. "Girls find dead boys irresistible. Trust me on this one." The final words were uttered almost flippantly. It was almost funny how girls could idolise the dead. It was like that extra unobtainable status seemed to make anyone more attractive.

Despite his struggle, there was nothing he could do and it didn't take long before those panic-stricken eyes began to glaze over and short circuit like faulty electric wiring causing the lights to flicker. However, it was during that moment she noticed just how lovely a shade his hunter-green eyes were.

"Mother? Don't you think his eyes are the most lovely shade?" The orange that he wore did nothing for them besides overpower it and it was only within this proximity that she got the chance to truly see it. His body soon sagged, only being held up with the strength of her inhuman strength. That two-handed grip around his throat not lessening. After all he wasn't quite dead yet. She waited for that heart to stop, like a tired old train chugging until it reached its final stop.

Well, that was quicker than usual. Maybe his subconscious truly wanted death.

"Aw, can they go in the same box together? Its kind of romantic in a way. Young unrequited love and all that." She sighed almost dreamily. Whether that story was entirely true or not, she would never truly know. Especially when her father returned with the young woman slung over his shoulder.

It was then that she realized that they had a problem. Who was going to fetch that last chair?

It was at that moment when her father returned that he seemed to have something niggling in his mind. The mention of whites and their various shades and names.

"There is and they are." Morgan nodded her head an almost exaggerated fashion. When you know you know, she supposed. Although she looked toward her mother to explain far more thoroughly. Oh dear... did he not know the can of worms he had opened up?