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"Here, take a look at this," a voice said. Eva turned away from her locker and took the flyer out of her friend Christine's hand. It was an advertisement for a party at a college campus an hour or so away in celebration of their homecoming week.

"Okay," Eva nodded. "What about it?"

"I think we should go, don't you?" Christine asked, pushing her curly brown hair out of her eyes. She'd grown up with an active werewolf father and an inactive werewolf mother. "There could be hot boys, and you know there'll be alcohol."

Eva thought a moment. She knew that her mother wouldn't approve, but as it was a Friday, and her parents had already left to go visit friends for a long weekend, it didn't matter. She was staying with her grandpa Klaus and as fun as he was, she was sure he wouldn't kick up a fuss.

"All right," Eva nodded. "I won't go after any boys cause I'm spoken for, but you know I'd never say no to a drink!"

"Even though we're just kids?" Christine grinned.

"Please, I have a high tolerance," Eva replied. "The last time I threw up alcohol was when I was four and accidentally drank it."

"How do you accidentally drink alcohol?" Christine wanted to know. "Let me guess: Did your dad leave a bottle out where you could reach it?"

"No, I was at the fall party for the witch council, and they had hard cider, which I mistook for apple juice after sneaking away from the game room and going into the room where the adults were drinking and talking. I forget what my mom was doing at that point, but my dad wasn't there," Eva explained. "Sean was watching me instead."

"Ah," Christine nodded. They made their way to their last class and as they waited for their teacher to come, Christine asked Eva one more question: "And what do you mean, saying you won't go after boys cause you're already spoken for? Don't you think you're a bit young for that? Don't you want to see the array of hot men the world has to offer before you settle on one?"

"You've never met the guy," Eva smiled. "If you ever met him, you wouldn't want to be with any other guys either."

"So, what is he? A vampire?" Christine pressed.

"No, Sean is a warlock," Eva clarified. "My cousin Mary's half-brother. He's much older than me. He was an adult already when I was a kid."

"So you like old men," Christine nodded. "That's good to know."

"Oh, he is far from old," Eva replied and zapped up a picture of the handsome, blue-eyed, curly-haired Sean, showing the picture to her friend. "Does that look like an old guy to you?"

Christine snatched the picture out of Eva's grip, her dark eyes widening as she stared at it. "Holy shit!" She cried loud enough that other people stared. Then, feeling a teensy bit embarrassed, she lowered her voice and leaned closer to Eva. "No wonder you don't want anyone else if you've got a guy like that. If I had him, I wouldn't let him leave the house!"

"Well, technically I don't have him yet," Eva said. "Not in the way I want. But I'm working on it."

"Could you introduce me sometime?" Christine wanted to know.

"Sure," Eva replied. "Although, once I say that I know you, he might be scared of you a little. Just so you know."

"Well, my god," Christine smiled. "What have you done to make him scared of you like that?"

"Nothin'," Eva replied. "I mean, I decided that I liked him when I was just a little kid and I was very persistent, but he likes me too, even though he tries to pretend he doesn't cause I'm so young. I take it back: he probably wouldn't be scared of you. He'd probably look at you and say that our friendship explains a hell of a lot about me."

"So I'll still get to meet him sometime?"

"Well, duh!" Eva replied. "If you're gonna be the maid of honor at our eventual wedding, you're gonna have to sometime, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Christine smiled as the teacher entered. "And we're going to that party tonight, right? You'll be able to sneak around your mom?"

"Mom and Dad are out for the weekend," Eva replied. "They sent my grandpa to stay with me until they get back. My mom's dad. He lets me get away with anything."

"Well, that's a lucky break," Christine said. "I'll pick you up tonight. And the theme is athletes and cheerleaders, so you better be dressed up when we leave for the party."

"Oh, I will," Eva smiled. "Believe me."

"And what are we doing tonight?" Klaus asked his granddaughter when she came through the door after school. "Would you like to come hunting with me?"

"No, thanks," Eva replied, causing Klaus' expression to darken.

"How come you only hunt with Mikael and never with me?" He asked.

"Oh, stop with the hurt feelings," Eva requested, putting her book bag on a chair. "I'm going to a party with my friend Christine tonight. I'll take good care of myself, don't worry."

"What kind of party?" Klaus asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Just one over at the college," Eva replied.

Klaus had a bad feeling about that, but knew he wouldn't be able to convince her, so he called the one man who possibly could: Sean McCullough.

"What's going on?" He asked as Klaus let him in as Eva dressed upstairs.

"Eva's going to a party and I don't want her to. Do you think you could talk her out of it?" Klaus asked.

"I'll try," Sean promised.

At that moment, Eva advanced down the stairs, her blonde hair tied back, her body covered in a brief red and white cheerleader uniform. Sean stared, but didn't realize he was drooling until Klaus elbowed him, frowned, and handed him a handkerchief.

"What makes you think you can leave the house like that?" He asked.

"Oh, would you ease up?" Eva said to her grandfather. Then she noticed Sean and smiled widely. "Hi, baby!" She cried, throwing herself into his arms and kissing him. "Don't worry about me at the party. I won't go after any boys." She then glared at her grandfather. "Would you leave us, please?" She asked.

Klaus refused to move until Eva made him disappear and reappear in another part of the house, and once he was gone, she whispered in Sean's ear, "Wanna see something?" He nodded and she slowly pulled up her brief skirt to reveal a small white lace thong, which she deftly removed and handed to him. "Just something to remember me by while I'm gone," she winked and gave him a smile before leaving the house and slamming the door behind her as Sean opened his mouth to try and talk her out of it like he'd promised Klaus. But by the time he could speak, she was already gone, and he was left staring out the door, her thong clutched in his fist.

"So, how did it go?" Klaus asked after a few minutes. Sean then remembered he was holding Eva's panties and quickly shoved them in his pocket. "She didn't give me a lot of time to talk," he explained. "Sorry about that. But I know her phone number and I'll check up on her every so often to make sure she's okay."

"You better," Klaus told him. "Cause we don't want anything to happen to her."

"No," Sean shook his head. "We sure don't."

He'd meant it when he'd promised Klaus he was gonna call Eva every so often to check up on her. All those calls were met with some annoyance, but it was when she called him that he got worried.

"Can you come and get me?" She asked, her voice slurred. "I think I drank too much and I can't walk all that good."

"Oh, for heaven's sake!" He cried. "All right, Eva. I'm coming."

"Thank you," Eva told him.

After the call ended, he made his way to the location of the party (he'd insisted that she give him the address during one of his previous calls in case of of this precise scenario.) He had no trouble getting in. The young man at the door was clearly as drunk as everyone in the frat house was, and when he entered, Sean was mobbed by groups of smiling, drunken revelers offering him alcohol or food. He declined them all, not wanting to be distracted from finding Eva.

Finally, he walked past someone who was actually helpful. "You're that guy Eva likes, aren't you?" She asked. She had dark curly hair and dark eyes, and everything about her screamed 'werewolf'.

"Yes," he said. "What about Eva? Where is she? She called me to come and take her home."

"It's probably good she did," the girl remarked. "I'm her friend Christine, by the way. She showed me your picture at school and I've wanted to meet you real bad."

"Well, that's nice, but it'll have to wait," Sean said curtly. "Where's Eva now? I hope nothing bad has happened to her."

"Don't worry, I've watched her like a hawk," the werewolf girl assured him and led him over to Eva, who was still conscious but looked ill. "Well this is a familiar image," Sean winced and pushed his hair out of his eyes. Then he took Eva's chin in his hands so he could see how bad she looked. Her focus seemed fine, but since she'd called him to come take her home, she'd obviously had enough.

"Eva, I'm here," Sean told her firmly. "I'm gonna take you back to your grandfather. Can you walk? I mean, I know you thought you couldn't, but let's try, shall we?"

"Sure," Eva nodded. "I don't know. You might have to hold my hand so I don't fall."

Sean did so, and when, after she took a few steps and fell on her butt, nearly twisting her ankle, it was clear that she was more incapacitated than she realized (or wanted to admit), Sean just picked her up and carried her to his car, only putting her down when he had to open the door before setting her down in the passenger seat and buckling her in. He then zapped up a bucket and instructed her to keep it in her lap.

"What's it for?" She asked.

"It's for in case you need to throw up," he explained.

"Oh," Eva nodded and promptly did just that. She used the bucket most of the ride home while Sean drove and thought that her alleged high tolerance for alcohol was nothing but a big fat lie.

When they reached Klaus', he was otherwise occupied and didn't hear them come in, so Sean was able to smuggle Eva to her bedroom without the awkwardness of explanations. He helped her into pajamas (and was relieved to find out that she'd zapped herself another pair of panties to wear after she'd left him,) got her in bed, tucked her in, declined her request for him to join her on the roomy mattress, then, ignoring her adorable pouty face (although that was difficult), wished her goodnight before leaving her, her panties still in his pocket cause he thought that at some point they'd be useful to him and he knew that she'd never ask for them back.