What a mess...

Stela looks around at the state of the kitchen, bottles strewn around on the floor, some plates shattered, cups filling the sink, everything looking like a storm had just passed through. Sitting at the table, the cause of all this mess with his head laying down at an uncomfortable angle, was her own brother. Bottles surrounded him in varying states of fill, some broken and others just carelessly laying around him within reach.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, Stela walks over to start picking up the bottles and line them up on the table, the broken ones she'll pick up later. Once that task was done, she proceeded to try and drag her unconscious brother out of the kitchen, struggling all the way until she reached the hallway.

"Ugh, for someone who can float, you weigh as heavy as a cow!" Stela groans as she dropped her brother's legs. The dhampire only responds with a groan before he blinked his eyes open. "Good morning....or afternoon more like it."

"Why am I on the floor?" Adrian mumbles as he tries to cover his eyes with an arm.

"I was trying to drag you to my room, you fell asleep at the table - again."

"Oh...fuck i need a drink."

"No, no you do not!" Stela is now blocking the doorway to the kitchen as her brother rises to his feet, almost falling over. "Look at you! You can barely stand on your own two feet! How have you not gotten sick from the amount of wine you've consumed?!"

"Dad's stupid genes perhaps..." Adrian mumbles as he slumps against the wall. "Please...move..."

"No. Adrian...I'm worried about you. Since...since that night, you have been acting weird, you've become so bitter and it's scaring me. And look at you, you look like the village drunk that used to walk about the village mother used to reside at! Please, let's just get you to bed and sleep the wine off, I'll even try to make you a hangover cure. How's that?"

"Ha...you think I look like him, don't you?" Her brother says, a small annoyed smile coming to his lips. "Stupid Belmont..."

"I did not say or think you look like him, don't say that." Stela snaps as she moves into the kitchen to go through the cupboards in search for a drinking glass. "You know what you need? A nice cool glass of - ADRIAN TEPES WHAT THE FUCK!"

Her brother was now guzzling a whole bottle he grabbed off the table, ignoring her. Stela rushes forward and yanked the bottle from his grasp, her eyes blazing with anger.

"You are going to kill yourself with this! I don't know how, you just might and I refuse to deal with another death in my family so soon again!" She yells.

"It numbs the pain, give it back." Adrian says, holding his hands out. "And you can go back to...whatever you were doing earlier. Leave me be and-"

"Know what? FUCK YOU!" Stela screams as she flung the bottle, shattering and sending wine spilling onto the floor. "I've been trying for over a week to help and you refuse to do anything! This isn't healthy Adrian! I get you are depressed but drinking away your problems isn't gonna solve anything!"

"You didn't seem to care when...fucking Trevor...was like that!" Her brother retorts in a slurred voice, now sporting an annoyed look.

"He was already like that when we met, stop bringing him up!"

"Belmont this, Belmont that, you care soooo much about him...maybe you should have left with him. Fuck, you didn't have to stay and-"

"SHUT UP!" She screams. "I stayed because I didn't want you to be alone! I gave up on my plans to carry on our mother's work to stay here so you could have at least someone to comfort you when you were sad! I tried warning you not to trust those two, and look what happened! You got hurt and it hurts me to see you unwell like that! I can't take it anymore!"

"Then leave! Go find that Belmont and do whatever the fuck for all I care!"

"Fine! Be alone and depressed like father, see if I care! You'll be as miserable of an old man like him in no time! Already halfway there!"

Stela could see that her words seemed to hurt him, but right now she didn't care. She storms past him out of the kitchen and rushes to her room, flinging open her closet and drawers for clothes, yanking off her simple dress to trade it for a shirt, a pair of pants, boots, a jacket and gloves before grabbing her old traveling pack and starts stuffing other items into it. She hears a whine coming from her bed to see Lazarus peeking out from under it, his single looking at her in worry.

"Hey, I'm fine, we're leaving Lazie." Stela says softly as she finished grabbing what she needed. "I just need to grab something from the trove, come on."

She scoops the pug from the bed, grabbing his favorite blanket to stuff it in her bag and peeks out of her room to see if her brother was lurking about. Seeing that he wasn't, she slips out and hurries out of the castle, heading towards the trove. Once she was inside, she made her way across the shelves, checking items before settling for strapping a pair of large knives to her hips and a whip she sticks in her bag. Hopefully these would make killing night creatures easier in case she came across them when the sun went down.

Once she grabbed what she needed, Stela carries Lazarus back to the top floor and looks back at the castle. It hurt to know she was leaving behind her brother, but she knew she couldn't stand staying there for so long watching him spiral downward while trying to help him.

"I'll be back, some day." She murmured. "God give me the strength, willpower and faith to do this."

And with that, she proceeds to walk, Lazarus still in her arms, never looking back.