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Wrong brother - Scarlett, Brandon, then Mattm

Scarlett's Sunday was being completely uninteresting. The rest of the family had gone out to see a movie but Scarlett hadn't been in the mood, which meant she was all alone at the house.

Her decision was made within a few moments of thinking about it and she was up on her feet with a devious grin as she searched through her closets. When she climbed into the taxi she'd ordered she was dressed in a long black pvc coat, knee high boots and nothing else. She grinned to herself on the ride towards Matt's, hardly able to wait to see his reaction when she dropped the coat. It was fun to have someone around to do these sorts of things with.

She knocked on the door of his apartment, standing in the grimy hall and already starting to unbutton her coat down to her waist, revealing a long triangle of tempting pale skin there.

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Brandon had been lounging on the sofa he was now sleeping on, when there was a knock at the door. As much as he wanted to ignore it, he jumped up to pull the door open and all of a sudden he was glad he did. There was a woman there. A beautiful woman. Baring skin.

Brandon grinned then, a dopey grin and he raised his eyebrows. "Didn't know I ordered a redhead, but I'm not about to complain."

Scarlett's eyes went wide with surprise and then she blushed, quickly rebuttoning the coat. "Oh, um, I didn't expect anyone else to answer the door and-" and paused, giving him a look. "Matt does still live here right?"

"Live might be exaggerating the point. But he does survive here, yes. I'm Brandon, Matt's brother. Would you like to come in, or would you rather hang in the hall and wait for him seductively?"

Scarlett laughed a little, embarrassed. "In's probably a better idea now that I've already made a berk of myself." She walked into the now familiar crappy apartment and gave Brandon a smile. "I'm Scarlett," she told him, holding out her hand to him.

Brandon shook her hand and he offered her a smile. "If it's any consolation, I really didn't mind the show there. Can I offer you some..." Brandon looked towards the sad little 'kitchen', "...water...? Matt went shopping..."

"He's not exactly well stocked at the best of times," Scarlett said with amusement and wandered over to the fridge to pull out a beer, holding one out for Brandon as well. "But I bought these ones so I feel justified in having one."

"Thanks!" Brandon said brightly, and he took great pleasure in opening it and taking a long sip. Sure he'd just woken up, but who was judging. "HOw do you know Matt, anyway. I mean...how did you meet?" He'd been about to say 'besides the obvious' but he didn't want to offend her. She didn't seem like she was necessarily someone who appeared in doorways wearing nothing but a coat and boots for just anyone.

"Oh," Scarlett said, checking with her fingers that her buttons were done up still. (She was feeling rather naked right now, which wasn't all that surprising.) "He helped out some friends of mine with some problems they were having." She didn't know if she should tell Brandon it was vampire problems. "Me and Matt sort of became drinking buddies afterwards." She big her lip shyly. "But, um, I don't usually show up at people's houses like this though. That'll teach me to listen to boredom driven impulses." She took a drink of her beer.

Brandon chuckled and he took another sip of beer. "Hey, don't stop on my account!" He said, taking a seat on the sofa again. "He helped you out with some problems, hmm?" He would have to ask Matt about that. "That's Matt. Helpful guy."

"Yeah," Scarlett said cautiously. "They were sort of specific problems with some guys who... well, they weren't quite normal." That should have been obvious enough to Brandon that it was a hunter thing, unless he wasn't one and then he'd just be confused.

"Well that can happen." Brandon said, enigmatically. "London seems to be full of things that aren't quite right. I mean, the YouTube things alone."

"And you've only just arrived," Scarlett told him, drinking her beer. He hadn't seen anything of what London could really be like yet.

"And I've spent all my time here on this couch and in a comic book store. I'm starting to think the stories are bullshit." He didn't actually mean that, he was just being a shithead.

"Not too many demons hang out at comic book shops," Scarlett said with her beer in hand and a smile.

At that, Brandon nearly choked on his drink and he stared at her then, beer dripping off his chin. "Well you just came right out and said that, didn't you!?"

"Yeah," she said with a smile as she sipped her beer. "Figured all that beating around the bush was going to get old pretty quickly." She pointed at his chin. "You got a little something..."

Brandon wiped his chin quickly and then he pressed on. "So that was the problem you had then? Demons?" Had Matt taken them on himself?!

"Vampires," Scarlett told him, shaking her head. "Just outside of London they were kidnapping people and Matt and his sister... and his uncle? I think it was his uncle, they went and got the people out. Some of them were people I know. But my group of friends, well, we seem to run into trouble at least once a month." Scarlett sighed and took a sip of beer. "At least it's never boring, right?" she suggested.

"Whoa, his uncle?!" So Leo was back in the game after all then?! Huh. He hadn't said a thing to that effect. "Never boring is right. How did you handle it before Matt?"

"I get the feeling that maybe I should probably be shutting up," Scarlett said to his reaction. She was probably opening her mouth a bit too much here. "But let's just say I have some special friends," she told Brandon. "And I'm not completely unspecial myself."

Brandon raised his eyebrows at that, and he decided he didn't want to know. How special could this girl be? She didn't act like anything he usually hunted. "Special friends, hmm? I see." Maybe he might follow her and learn a thing or two about her 'special friends'.

"They're good things to have on your side in a fight," she said and then put down her empty beer bottle. "So what brings you to London, Brandon. Business or pleasure?"

"Matt mostly." Brandon said, deciding he didn't want to talk about 'business' with her if she had the kind of friends he was now assuming she had. "He's been gone a while. I wanted to check up.

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