“Beep.  Beep.  Beep.” The alarm in Kyle’s room was beeping like crazy the next morning, as he tried to ignore it.  Pulling the pillow over his head didn’t tune the incessant beeping out, and after a few mournful moments of trying, he finally grudgingly got up and walked across the room to his dresser and turned it off.  

It annoyed him that he had to get up to turn off his alarm, but Kyle knew it was for the best, and left it where it was on purpose.  The few times he’d left his clock near his bed, he’d turned off the alarm, rolled over and went back to sleep, and overslept.  Having it across the room meant he had to get up and move to make it stop annoying him.

Looking at the clock, he had about an hour before he needed to leave for school, and he was tempted to log into Winter’s Tale and get another kill or two in.  After a few moments of inner debate, he finally decided not to, as he was too likely to lose track of time and be late.  He certainly didn’t need that to happen!  The school would end up calling his mother at work, worrying her, and she already had enough to deal with.  She didn’t need any more problems like that.

Sleepily, he sat down and started to get dressed for school.  Winter uniforms were always a pain at Ridgewood Private Academy.  All the classes were held indoors, so the boy’s uniform wasn’t much different than the one they wore for summer classes, with the exception to the coat which they were given.  The pants and shirt were still made of a light cotton-fiber, and on windy days like those in February, they did very little to actually keep out the cold.  If he rode his bike to school, it was about a half mile ride, and he’d be froze by the time he got there.

Glancing out his window, he saw that the neighbor’s car was still there this morning.  Grinning happily, Kyle grabbed up his book bag and finished tying his shoes before running downstairs.  He made certain to grab his keys from where he always tossed them -- from the small ashtray near the door -- and then he ran out and across the yard.  Hopping the small hedgerow, Kyle circled around the back of the neighbor’s house and opened the sliding back door and let himself on into the kitchen.  

A woman, in her mid-thirties or early-forties, was standing at the kitchen in a pale yellow dress with an apron on, cooking something on the stove. “Shut that door!”  She yelled back, without even looking to see who she was yelling at.

“MuHahahaha…”  Kyle let out his best evil villain laugh.  “I see a pretty young wench laboring at the stove ‘afore me.  Prepare to be ravished!”  Drooling and growling, he bounced forwards and wrapped his arms around the woman’s waist and hugged her tightly.

“Eeeeek!  Heeelp!  I’m being ravished!”  The woman squealed loudly.

A booming, gruff, male voice answered a moment later,  “Good!  Save me some!”

Kyle yelped as a hot spatula smacked him on the hands.  “Here, you finish breakfast,” the woman demanded as she angrily turned around and shoved the spatula in his hands.  “I’ve got to go deal with a man who won’t save me from being ravished!”  Tossing her apron on the counter, the woman deliberately stomped off out of the kitchen.

Laughing, Kyle yelled out, “Franklin!  You best run.  There’s a volcano heading your way!”

“Ehh?   Why?” Asked a gruff male voice, only to be immediately followed by, “Errr..  Wait!  Hold on a moment!  What’d I do?  OUCH!  OUCH!  Quit it!  YEOW!”

“Don’t save me from being ravished will you!  Come back here you old bear!”  The woman was yelling, and Franklin came running through the kitchen wearing nothing but a pair of blue boxers, while his face was covered in shaving crème. “Hi,” he yelled at Kyle.  “And bye,” he exclaimed as he ran out the other door and back towards the bedroom.  The woman was right behind him, flyswatter in hand, smacking him across his back and hips the whole way.

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Laughing, Kyle finished cooking the eggs and then turned the oven off.  Making himself at home, he dug through the cabinets and pulled out several glasses and then shamelessly rummaged through the refrigerator. He had to move milk, soda, and a gallon of tea out of the way, before he could get to the orange juice and pull it out.  Sniffing to make certain it was still good, Kyle poured two large glasses of juice and sat them down on the countertop.  

Taking a final moment to rummage in the cabinets, Kyle frowned slightly to himself when he couldn’t find the bread.  Soon he was opening the doors and looking under the sink, rummaging through the fridge and icebox, and even checking inside the dishwasher and oven for the bread.  Finally, opening the microwave door, he found the loaf and shook his head slightly from side to side while laughing.  Opening it, he checked to make certain that it didn’t feel hard or nuked, and once he was satisfied, Kyle finally walked over and popped half a dozen slices into the toaster to brown.

Grabbing up the two glasses of juice, Kyle glanced around once more to make certain that everything was off in the kitchen, and then he left to head upstairs.  He knew his way around the place perfectly – he could probably walk it blindfolded and be fine, as long as Fanny hadn’t left something sitting out somewhere odd to trip over and kill someone -- which she probably had – and soon he was opening the door at the end of the hall and entering one of the rooms.  

Seraphine was still snuggly wrapped up in the blankets, and Kyle placed the two glasses of juice down on the nightstand beside the bed.  

“Muhahahaha, you’re mine,” he muttered creepily over Sera’s peacefully sleeping face.  Gently, he brushed the hair away from her eyes and then pulled a strand out of her mouth.  She still had a habit of chewing on the ends of her hair while going to sleep; it was something she hadn’t outgrown yet.  For a few moments, Kyle simply stood and stared at her as she slept peacefully, and then he gently kissed two fingers and tapped them lightly against her forehead.

“Hey you,” Kyle shook her lightly, “it’s time to get up and get ready for school.”  Sera just groaned lightly and turned over and clutched the covers tight up against her chest.  

“Hey! Breakfast is ready!”  Kyle shook her a little harder, and Sera mumbled something that sounded like, “Don wanna,” in response.

“If you’re not going to get up, I’m going to have to ravish you! Muhaha!”  Kyle laughed evilly, and Sera just muttered, “Sounds good.  Save me some.”

Cackling like a madman, Kyle grabbed the blankets and yanked, pulling them off in one large swoop, almost rolling Sera all the way into the floor.  “Waah!”  She yelped and blinked helplessly, while pulling her hands up to hide her eyes from the light.  Kyle let his eyes feast on the view of her for several moments while she sleepily rubbed her eyes – she wasn’t wearing anything more than a single pair of pink-lace panties this morning – and then he quickly turned his back and muttered, “Sorry,” when she started to sit up.

“Here.” He reached down and picked up one of the glasses of juice and held it back towards her while making certain to keep his head turned the other way.  “This is yours.  Breakfast is ready.  It’s time to get up.”  He was trying not to blush as she took the glass, and seeing this as a good time to escape before she might murder him, Kyle grabbed his own glass and headed out into the hall.  “I’ll see you downstairs in a moment.”

Today had started off to a wonderful morning!