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Ivy was truly feeling herself. Dr. Lecter was helping her and encouraging her, and she hadn't been caught doing anything. And she had been doing plenty of anything. It seemed like Klaus and Penelope were the only ones she hadn't messed around with in one way or another.

She stopped into the cafe and had a salad with apples and walnuts and a lovely vegan dressing as she read the book for Dr House's potions class. She had all the work to pass with honors in all her classes, but she was particularly interested in potions.

Now that they'd gotten to toxins.

Eliot

From here

"Then come on, babe," she grinned and dragged him out of the party. "I know a place."

Once they were alone in the corridor, she let her scent erupt. With no other students around, she could focus her attention entirely on Eliot. She noted every single reaction. She was going to have to write this all up.

Wyn

She'd heard the rumours about the new student and Ivy had become invested. She wasn't stalking or anything, she'd just figured out part of his routine so when she knew he'd be coming back to the Foxglove dorms, she made sure she was chatting up Michael until she spotted him.

"See ya, tiger," she told the boy and walked right over to Wyn and smiled.

"Hi," she said, blocking his path. When she could get a look at him properly, she realized the rumours were true.

"Oh my god, it's really you," she beamed. "I'm Ivy."

Ivy was stunning with her brilliant red hair and the curves she dressed to accentuate. She was one of the more popular students, and she was easily one of the best witches in a decade. She was also a notorious party girl.

And everyone knew not to make her mad.

Klaus

Ever since the station, Ivy had been keeping very much to herself. She'd known she would be in trouble, but it was more the whispers and accusations of her own people than the disapproval of the commander that had her apart and alone.

Today she was working with a sapling that had been contaminated by spores. The nature of the spores was a symbiotic relationship, but she new the little tree would never survive. It was too young. But she did what she could, sitting next to it and encouraging the tree to survive and the fungus to hold off.

She only looked up when she heard the doors and footsteps. A smear of dirt on her cheek and a few stray leaves in her hair, she almost looked like a plant herself.

"Hello? she said quietly.

Hannibal

Rumours spread through the ship like fire, but at least this one was true. They'd taken on an alien no one had ever encountered before. They said she was shy, a few said she might be dangerous, but the most prevalent rumour was the food. The galley, cantina, and various stations to get a meal were all serving the most amazingly fresh and ripe and exotic plant matter. Genuine, real food, unreplicated.

Ivy was happy among the plants. The other gardeners were friendly, but she still prefered the plants. It amazed her know one else could hear their songs and stories. No one could feel what they felt. No one could control them and meet no protest.

She heard the door whisper open and peeked out from behind a gorlax bush in full bloom with hundreds of timy white flowers on it.

"Can I help you?" she asked the stranger. She sounded a bit wary, and even more protective.

Eliot

She was bored and feeling a little twitchy. And it was the weirdest impulse for her to go to Hannibal. He could always settle her head.

She rolled up and parked and saw Eliot coming out of the building and she knew he'd been in to talk to Hannibal.

She should talk to Hannibal.

But heat boiled in her belly.

Ivy got out, car still on, and pointed at him.

"You!" she accused. "We need to talk."

Alcuin

Ivy had been out, on her best behaviour, and she'd come across the grand opening of a bakery. They had a few vegan things and upon trying them decided they were good enough to share. She bought a box and headed straight for Hannibal's office, sure he deserved a treat.

"Hey!" she called as she stepped into the office, then cringed. Oh, right. The boyfriend. He had an office, too.

"Sorry," she whispered loudly.

Hannibal

They'd chatted comfortably and Ivy decided she liked him. She would definitely not kill him on purpose. That placed him in a special category of people she wanted to like her. Friends was a little far to go, but friendly was about it. And she kind of wanted to impress him, too.

Ivy had promised him a vegan meal and she and her vines had gone wild in the kitchen of her new house. It was small but it had a small garden in back and a decent kitchen. She'd just kind of claimed it when she spotted it online. The last realtor that came by was so confused...

She had opened the wine and invited him, making light chat as she finished up the menu was entirely vegan. To start was a simple potato cream soup with caramelized leeks, then bacon wrapped scallops with a paprika sauce and beetroot dusting served with tempura vegetables and a beautiful miso risotto, also dusted with the beetroot.

There was no reason to hide herself, so when he stepped into the kitchen she had plenty of extra 'arms'. Everything smelled rich and flavourful. Even as she cooked, dishes were being washed and dried and put away. Vines retrieved utensils and stirred the risotto and retrieved the pineapple from the sous vide for dessert.

"Let me just get this on the plates and we can sit at the table," she said. A vine wound it's way to him with the bottle, offering a refill.

Hannibal

She should have probably gotten a dog. It'd make her look less suspicious as she wandered through these gardens, admiring plants and perking things up on the dreary February day. The white house with all the glass wasn't really her taste, but somehow they had some healthy pampas planted at the edge of the estate and she couldn't believe how it was thriving.

The green woman in the tight black jeans and a black motorcycle jacket reached up to touch the feathery fronds and smiled.

The smile fell the second she heard the door of the house open. She shot a look at the man and it took her a beat longer than normal to decide if he was a threat or not. Hand on the ornamental grass, the whole plant began to twitch and grow.

Aaron

Ivy was gutted.

Eliot had called and they'd passed her the message Klaus had died. She couldn't remember when that was, but they'd tried to feed her at least three times, she thought. And there had to have been at least one night because they'd gassed her to sleep.

Wrapped up tight in a straight jacket and chains, the guard wheeled her in a wheel chair to the visitor's room where she could see Aaron face to face.

She'd been doped up before, but today she was perfectly lucid. And utterly despondent.

"Hey, preacher," she said quietly.

Klaus

She'd wallowed around in the sad girl bullshit long enough. The new meds weren't working and she didn't fucking need them anyway. After the lab results she remembered who the fuck she was. She was amazing. She was powerful.

She was psychotic, but that was someone else's problem. Like the police. Or Batman.

She'd already taken out a crowd in the park, and brought a couple trees to sentience and gave them mouths. They were in the west end raising hell.

She had lifted herself all the way up to the garden and walked in through the doors without invitation. Hex looked up in surprise.

"Where's Klaus?" she said, her voice eerily compelling. Hex simply pointed. Vines carried her so she glided across the floor to Klaus's door and she let herself in.

"Hey, baby. Let's go have some fun," she purred. She was very clearly not herself...or, conversely, finally herself.

House

They'd figured out a time to meet up when the labs were basically empty in the middle of the night. Ivy was getting worse. The pills just weren't working. She wandered the halls until she fucking gave up and pulled out her phone.

I'm in the cafeteria and I can't find where the fuck I'm going. Come and get me

Aaron

This little life was actually kind of nice. Restorative. She had her estate and its sprawling gardens. She had anything she wanted- because she took it. And from time o time there were the strangest industrial accidents. That put a smile on her face.

Every other day Ivy went to Klaus's little church. He was losing interest, she could tell, but the church fed the needy and Ivy had opinions about nutrition. The least she could do was coax the church garden to grow.

She didn't think anyone was here as she worked. Dressed in a pair of denim overalls and a plaid flannel shirt, she looked every bit the part of a farmer. She was encouraging the tomatoes to ripen when she heard a noise and whipped her head around, a dozen thick vines springing from her hair to protect her.

What she had to be nervous about in London of all places was was a mystery, but a girl didn't just let her guard down.

When she saw it was Aaron, the vines slowly, slowly retreated.

"Oh. Hey."

James

The artist had been wonderful, and James had given a recommendation good enough that when she decided she needed a piece for her greenhouse, she went to him to see about his knowledge of sculpture. Surely he'd have some sort of idea for a botanical piece, maybe a bit feminist. Something empowering.

She walked into the gallery just as Eliot was walking away. Good. Alone.

She practically glided in and took off her broad brimmed hat and laid it on a convenient bench. Today she wore a gorgeous yellow ochre dress in a vintage 50's style. Usually she was partial to heels, but this dress was whimsical enough to pair with Mary Janes. She had her hair tucked in a style seventy years old that was exceptionally flattering for her bone structure.

"Hey," she called out, and when she spotted him, she smiled. "Wanna make some money?"

Klaus

"Klaus, baby, you gotta come over," she'd told him.

She hadn't cared when Klaus had locked up that crazy bitch in her basement, but it was getting too crazy to handle. The pounding on the floor was getting louder. The wailing. The draft she couldn't seem to stop.

Yeah, this shit had to end.

"You're moving out, bitch," she'd hollered down the stairs.

There were footsteps coming up the stairs.

Ivy slammed the door.

Eliot

Ivy gave zero fucks about just showing up unannounced. But usually Klaus was there and she simply snatched him away to have some fun.

Today she'd brought a little gift. She pounded on the door then held it out so it would be the first thing Klaus saw. He'd complimented Penny, so when she had a baby, Ivy thought Klaus would be a good dad. She was still just a little pod. Her mouth had form but hadn't opened yet, but her eyes were wide and alert.

The second the door cracked open, she shouted-

"Surprise!"

Klaus

Ivy was so fucking bored. She'd robbed a jewelry store, a book shop, and liberated a flower shop. Now that she's bought her latte and was in her car she grew frustrated trying to think of what to do to kill the itch she had to just...just fucking tear something down. Like Big Ben. Or the Eyes. Something cool.

Rather than go full on chaos, she swung her little red convertible around and headed to Klaus's flat. Now that he and Eliot had patched things up she wasn't seeing him as often as she liked. She'd like it if he stayed at hers, but he was his own person and blah blah or whatever.

She was casual today in a pair of good skinny jeans and a Bad Religion shirt. Her hair was down and loose and her sunglasses she'd pushed up, which kept here hair back.

"You better be home, loser," she said to herself as she knocked firmly.

Robin

Ivy had since ceased to try to hide In fact, the longer she went witout getting caught, the bolder she grew.

Tonight she decided she wanted fucked. She was just sick of jerking off and hookups on Sizzr were more effort than they were worth.

On the prowl, crimson hair piled up loosely and a little black dress that plunged low, front and back, she made her way to Saturnalia. Wandering the crowd she took little notice of all the phone out filming her. She even made sure to let them get good angles.

A drink in hand, she brushed away one cock after another. They weren't what she was looking for.

Him. He was what she was looking for.

Ivy eased up behind Robin and whispered in his ear softly, nearly unintelligible below the music.

"Come to bed..."

It was less the invitation and more the chemical compounds of the pheromone that were irresistible. She knew he'd come because how could he not?

Fin

Klaus was going to have to talk to Eliot eventually, but for now he was safe and sound at her house, doing his church shit and all that. He'd gone to some guy's house the second the man had called. Ivy watched him go and then got dressed to go out.

Today she decided to dress a bit more relaxed in skin tight jeans and a chic tshirt she'd thrifted. Stolen. She'd stolen it.

The doorman knew her now and let her up. All she wanted to do was grab a bag of some clothes. Yeah, she had laundry, but she couldn't handle Klaus's limited wardrobe.

Surely, Eliot would let her take some clothes.

She knocked on the door, her wide brimmed hat, large sunnies and a trendy mask with a sequin rose on it hiding her face from the cameras of London. It wasn't like she could really hide, but it didn't hurt to try.

Eliot

She'd picked Klaus up a couple days ago so she knew his building. And he hadn't answered her text and hadn't replied when she slid into his DMs. It wasn't important. It wasn't important and she was being all weird and clingy and...weird.

This was weird.

And yet, she got in past the doorman and found the flat and she was knocking on the door with her eyes closed, bracing for Klaus to think she was some sort of freaky stalker or some shit.

She was dressed much like she had been when she'd met Klaus in the park that day. Today she'd picked green, not black. Her faux alligator heels matched her clutch, which complimented her jade green suit. The jacket and pencil skirt were the same subtle brocade. Her stylish face mask was the same brocade and her wide brimmed stra hat was green and decorated with huge bright red poppies that were the same shade as her hair. And even though she was inside, she had her large sunglasses on.

It never hurt to be cautious.