A/N: Alright, I'm still working on Guilty By Association, but I've recently gone to Cedar Point, and as I went through the 'Fear Fair.' The renaissance horror walk through they have there, this idea came and bashed me in the head. Due to my clothing at the time as well, the character quickly formed, and well. There you have it. I'll be going off of what ever story line is convenient, so shit may get screwed up.

Disclaimer: I do not own True Blood or any of the Southern Vampire novels. Or Cedar Point and I am making no money and am not trying to advertise them and what not! I also do not own C.M.C.C. she belongs to my college buddy.

Halloweekend = Hallow-hell

My feet were killing me…

My eyes hurt from the sun….

It was too damn bright during the day honestly. I had long ago become accustomed to walking around at night. It was dark, cool, and usually dry then, if it wasn't raining. I liked it when it was dark; it was when I did my best work.

But right now it was just only starting to get there, it was edging close to seven P.M. but I had been here since eight in the morning. Just waiting… patrolling…

For what wasn't important right now, as it wasn't quite dark yet. Meaning I wasn't 'quite' on the clock yet. Whenever the sun was up, I wasn't working. So it was kind of a bummer to be in over time.

"My feet hurt!" A female voice murmured echoing my inner aching down in my lower limbs. Slowly I let my thoughts wander into an incoherent stream before I looked at my 'cover.' Cover meaning she was my excuse to be here. She was the way I was blending.

Though with her reddish brown butch cut hair with pink tipped bangs, gray and black striped sweatshirt, jeans, and bright orange flip flops, also my own shoulder length brown hair, with blue fronts and tips in the back, black iblis pants with red background and spider webs on it's pockets, then my TRIPP jacket that was black and looked like a cross between the nazi uniform and a straight jacket. I couldn't quite say we blended. Given the season the location was going into though, and the place I was currently patrolling. Who knows?

We were being paid to do this as it was, and what this was….

Well, I suppose I could say it was like a childhood dream, to hunt and patrol in an amusement park. Though technically with all the humans around, I couldn't hunt…. it would cause a panic.... Or a jeering crowd, you couldn't tell with people these days.

But anyways, patrolling in an amusement park now, particularly in THE Cedar Point, with it's massive amounts of people, rides, drunks, and constant blasting music through horrible speakers, at the age of 27, was starting to be one massive headache and stressful job.

And starting in the morning so early?

Ridiculous.

Vampires didn't start coming out until after dark. Which leads me to why I was at Cedar Point. It could be summed up in one word really.

Halloweekend.

It was starting to be my Hallow-hell. Halloweekend, was the time during the year where Cedar Point was open from early to midnight. (I usually wasn't awake till around Five P.M. so everything below that had become 'early' to me over the years), and after 5 o'clock in the afternoon, spooky shit began to happen. Haunted houses opened up, the staff pulled out their best masks and ghoulish make-up, while clowns took over 'Carn-evil' (Haha, cute. Not.) and the Fear Fair began.

Cutesy spooky stuff, 'thrills and chills' the monstrous roller coasters couldn't get out of you that could only be brought out through the spirit of Halloween. Good fun and games for you and your girl for the night, or the wife and kids. Stuff to get you a laugh and stuff to spend your money on.

I preferred the five-fingered discount, but then again, nobody is perfect. I knew for a face I sure as hell wasn't.

Now, usually, I wouldn't be here, I would be asleep, or getting ready to go out for the night. I wouldn't be sitting on a bench, watching as the Millennium Force claims another group of screams from riders as the roaring of the 'coater's cars passing by ripped through my ears.

I wouldn't be dressed like a vampire wanna-bee or V-bait, unless I was checking out a new club, or crashing a vamp's party.

I would be taking my good old-fashioned stakes, packing them up, grabbing my 9 mill. With the wooden bullets we had snagged from a Fellowship of the Sun shipment order. I would be walking to areas that held vampires, and I would be waiting till A:

One attacked me.

Or of course B: one attacked someone else.

Due to the whole fact of them coming out of the coffin though, we had to change the rules ourselves. And it was bad, as they knew it as well as we did. It was like playing a schoolyard game of tag. If I saw one 'tag' another human, I 'tagged' it with my stake. If it figured out exactly what I was on the spot, well, that was the same as out running me. We weren't allowed to attack unprovoked. So until I was 25, from the time I was 15, I was used to tracking, trailing, then attacking random vampires. It was absolutely stupid and barbaric, but ya know….

I stopped thinking about the morals of the job a long time ago. It was only in the past two years I started thinking of taking up a new occupation though.

"Hey Hey! Tracie! Are you listening to me?" I flinched as C.M.C.C.'s hand shot out and planted on my shoulder. Really, I didn't know her name; it was just what she told me to call her. And she was here to do her job just like I was to do mine. So there was no point in asking for any more detail. The less we knew about each other was probably the best thing for both of us.

"Yeah?" I questioned, looking slowly up from behind my glasses at her again. The sun was behind the horizon of the trees far in front of us, making me thank silently that it was going down. A feeling of anxiety was disappearing with it; I wasn't good at mingling with the daylight crowd.

"Carn-Evil is up and running now." She seemed confident of this; I had no doubt that she was though. See, C.M.C.C. had lived in this area for some time. One reason the family chose her as my cover. She had been here multiple times.

I lived nowhere IN Ohio; so going to Cedar Point was a first for me. Whenever times like this happens, we have guides, and thus, she was now mine. I actually lived in good, old fashion, New Orleans. A complete and utter vampire mecca.

I know.

Stupid and cliché' right?

Completely.

I hated the place myself, but it did give me a rather nice check at the end of the day. And this place right here, comparing it to New Orleans was making my dodgy and raggedy two-room apartment look like paradise. Though I suppose the tourists were just as bad as the vampires, either way, come sun down I was messing with one or the other.

"Tracie!" I was snapped from my thoughts again and then she pointed up, letting my eyes slowly move to the sky I fought back a small frown as it was turning into a dark blue rather fast. Soon this place would be holding many vamps, so the rumors said. Shifting in the black clothing that covered me from head to toe, including my neck, and wiggling my fingers as they were covered in their skintight black fingerless gloves, I felt excitement start to fill me.

It wasn't so much I loved my job. Trust me, I didn't. It was just how I was taught to live. I was told killing vamps was Good since I was a kid, and until they came out of a coffin, I had done so with out much contradiction of that fact, as they hadn't shown much 'Good' in themselves. Some of them. (A Lot) of them, still didn't.

But there were the occasional few I observed not glamour a human for a meal, or it was given to them out of adoration or love while hunting. Those I couldn't mess with, as it just…

Wasn't quite right to do so. I wasn't a very moral person, I stole, lied, and cheated, but then again, so did most politicians.

And we elected them.

But I suppose lying, stealing, and cheating to kill an already dead being is a little bit different. I didn't know really, for a very long time I was a simple drone, and except for the few vampires that I let go, as I would either see no reason to kill them, or just couldn't do it at the time because of how they were (attempting to 'mainstream' or such) I still was. I went where I was told, did my job, went home when it was over, used the check to restock the fridge, pay the bills, and then put the rest into savings.

I had enough money stashed because of this I could probably disappear. The family business was getting less and less variety in its choosing of hunters due to the fact vampires contrary to belief, DO most Definitely fight back against us. Since they came out of the coffin they had been able to pick us out bit by bit. They were known after all, we weren't. And that which isn't known and absent from daily life is most easy to go unnoticed. And for years that had been our strategy of attack. But now.... well...

It wasn't like we could come out though and say "hey folks, we kill the undead!" and receive a rather good response to it. It also wasn't like we killed in the name of a 'God' or because they were impure or some bullshit like that. No, in fact compared to all that complicated religion crap the family seemed relatively simple.

The family (we call it that because we have a habit of working much like the mob does) had started killing centuries ago because it recognized vampires as a threat to humans. It was that fact that was labeled on our family crest, and had been burned into my brain as my driving force for doing this job.

"They are Dangerous and they feed off humans." As my mother would say every time I asked her why we did it. Even with the making of that nice, little, disgusting drink called Tru Blood, there was still no way in hell all the vampires were going to drink it immediately start to try and mainstream with society. Which was why I was at Halloweekend. Incase some vamp in a haunted house, or one that was dressed up to play for the employers of Cedar Point, or something revolving around this irritating little month long amusement park holiday, decided to put their fangs where they most certainly didn't belong. Though technically, with how I usually worked, I wasn't even the right candidate for this job.

The family usually would have sent someone who had been doing this for years, though I had the experienced, it wasn't in this field. (Meaning surrounded by crowds) They like I said, were down to slim pickings. And so they sent me into what we liked to call, 'A highly dangerous environment.'

Vampire bars, parties, brothels, nests. Oh no, those weren't dangerous.

Of course not, it was the fellow humans that posed the danger. Vamps couldn't openly kill us, and we couldn't openly kill them any more, as humans knew about vampires.

We didn't want them to know about us, as they were trying to be 'good' and we would be instantly shunned as a stain on their humanity.

There was tugging on my shoulder making me look up and stare immediately at C.M.C.C who was glaring at me now. Slowly I shoved myself to my feet, burning rushing to my senses from them telling me I had clearly over exerted them today causing a groan to exit from my barely opened lips. A cool breeze brushed against my face giving me some relief while my cover began to mumble about how I was so silent and broody. Looking over my sunglasses at her I blinked a few times and she shushed. My blue eyes then became lidded as I felt my breathing become soft and easy before looking up and around, as it was almost fully dark.

The excitement buzzing through me made my fingers go to the cheap knock off 10-dollar light saber on my hip through my belt loop. A random thought of how pissed George Lucas would be at seeing his creation so disgraced ran through my head pulled a small smile to my lips in the process.

It made me wish I had my silver staff with me though, nothing took out stress relief like beating something over the head and seeing their head smoke from it at the same time.

I was a truly morbid and cruel person, it was a fact I had long since made friends with though, and used it to my advantage. However I didn't think I was a 'bad' person though. More like a 'Good' person with many HORRIBLE faults.

One of those being I kill the undead.

Which by the way has no jurisdiction. One day I could be here in Ohio, the next day providing my job is done, I could be back in New Orleans or out in Texas. It didn't matter to the family, if there was a 'problem' (which my father would say, until the vamps are all gone, there always will be.) I would go or someone would go and take care of it.

Too large of nests, many missing humans in one town, dead bodies turning up from almost assured vampire killings.

One of us would go check it out, and if it Was a problem, it was taken care of.

If it wasn't, we left and headed out for the next one.

I just followed orders… I guess you could say stumbling around in the dark, is what I do. I don't know where I'm going, I don't know what I'm going to do, and I sure as hell don't know how I'm gonna do it.

In the end, I just follow what I'm told.

Which is why at 27 years old I'm walking around an amusement park with a rip off light saber thing in my hand, following a girl with bright pink tips who kept saying how I needed to talk more while my own blue streaks were brushed back by a wind that the great lake we were beside was so graciously supplying for us.

The old ways were changing, more so than they had been, and I was pretty sure soon the vampire hunter was going to be extinct. I just didn't know if I wanted to be one of the ones to go with it, or to hang up the stakes for good. The smart thing to do would be hang up the stakes, but since when does the average human do the Smart thing when it comes down to the fact what they're already doing is one of the only things they knew how to do?

I stared at the back of C.M.C.C's head and wondered briefly what a possible occupation for me might be. Something that would fill me with an adrenaline rush like right now was, and the excitement that I was so addicted to like a crack head to his cocaine.

Nothing in particular came to mind, but as this was only one of several other contemplated streams of thought I had been having since they came out of the coffin, it was no surprise to me. Vampires made it so any possible occupation for a vampire hunter was now more than likely Impossible to get.

But I could see why they would do it. Just as I would have probably done the same thing if I were to land in their cobwebbed filled shoes. I rubbed my face lightly and blinked as C.M.C.C. questioned if I would take my sunglasses off. Shaking my head I sighed.

Wearing sunglasses at night, having a Halloween themed holiday start in September, and vampires being known to humans, and trying to live with them instead of eat them. The world had changed rather quickly, and rather unfavorably towards people like the family and I in the past two years since the worldwide phenomenon had happened.

"Gym. Maybe gym." I grumbled softly looking up at the darkened sky now before C.M.C.C. turned and looked at me, she raised a thinned brow and slowly frowned.

"Gym?" I slowly blinked, shit, I said that aloud? I nodded to it anyways though as I might as well make it look like I completely meant to, "What about it?"

"Maybe I could teach that instead of doing this."

"Yeah, I don't think so…." Was the reply I got, I paused for a moment before letting my thoughts focus now as I was on the clock on my cover.

"And why not?"

"Well Tracie." I shoved my hands in my pockets as she began, as this should be relatively good. "A gym teacher can't have her head in the clouds."

"I'm on the job now, I'm focused." I replied very simply and easily, before she gave me a grin.

"And a gym teacher can't sleep all day."

…Shit.

She got me.

I scratched the back of my head for a moment in thought to this before shrugging.

"Night time security guard?"

"Now you're thinking." I ran my fingers through my hair distractedly now with a frown on my face as she continued to lead me towards what was known as Carn-evil, and let out a low breath.

12 hours of walking and the park closed at midnight. It was getting close to eight P.M.

Four more to go, and my feet were already screaming.

I was sure.

Halloweekend was definitely my Halloween themed Hell.

A/N: Alrighty, that's the end of this chapter, I figured I might as well do another Eric/OC with a vampire hunter, because, well, ya know if one legend exists, the other might as well. So I'll be playing with good old Tracie in this, and seeing how it dishes out. Hope to hear your thoughts, and see ya next chapter!