"I'd always assumed this attire to be rather trashy."

I didn't look up, focus set resolutely on the phone in my hands. My legs didn't shift from the couch where I was lounging. One cool finger touched at the tattered hem of the low slung cut-off jeans.

"Though, I believe I can make an exception this one time."

He was aiming for sly, flirting. He remained towering over me. I shot forwards, eyes a bit wide as I gave an angry look at the phone.

"How could you?! Damned it, Evee! You cheating whore!" I yell out.

There was a quick breeze, another shadow falling over me. I didn't look up, dropping back with an angry huff. My thumbs were flashing around the lower end of the screen as I lightly bit my lip.

"Is all well?"

The tone and voice were gentle and peaceful. I didn't even know this voice, but I didn't look up just yet.

"What are you doing?" That one I did.

"My day off," I utter.

"Day off?" Eric pushes.

I let out an annoyed sigh, phone dropping to my lap as I looked up at him. That smug and cocky look was there.

"You know," I start, sarcasm clear to my tone. "The day of the week when I am not on the schedule to work. The day of the week where you get your own crap." I shot a crap eating grin. "The day of the week that just happens to be today."

He frowned. "I do not allow days off."

I shrug. "Too bad. I had one last week. The week before, and the one before that." I was looking back to the phone. "Just because you've got a guest over, doesn't mean that I'm going to suddenly work on my day off. Besides, you never complained before."
"You're home?"

Jessica leaned over the banister from the stairs. I threw my hands down, shooting up to sit with a loud sound from my throat.

"Really?!" I snap. "Cause, we all know you can smell me."

I sent her a rather pointed and warning look. She seemed unsure before she stood straight, smug and assured of her superiority by her new state of being.

"Of course I can smell you," she huffs haughtily.

My head does a small jerk, eyes rolling at her. "Good. That's cleared up." I motion out a hand at her over the back of the couch. "Let me skip a few steps. No. You cannot bite me. No you can not taste me in any way what so ever." I shot her an angry look, threat clear. "Excellent."

"Your mood is foul."

I flopped back, phone out again as I ignored Eric. One large pale hand snatched the phone from me at vampire speed. My eye slid up to look at him, glowering. He lifted one brow in challenge, phone clenched in his hand.

"Look," I snip, arms crossing. "It's been a long day. I just want to play my damned game and be left alone."
"What's crawled up your ass?" One of his fangs flashed with the mocking comment.

I huff, sitting up. My legs crossed. "Can you fucking believe that she stood me up?" I fumed, looking up at him. "Two damned weeks of planning and she turns me down as if I didn't spend that whole time trying to shift the schedules around just to have today clear. Like I didn't matter!"

"Your girlfriend?"

I scoff. "Like I have a girlfriend," I mutter. My arms cross, jaw rolling as I felt that simmering rage boiling within. "Fucking Sookie," I bite out. "She just shoves me off because she stayed up late to screw Emo Fang! Her own damned cousin."

"Jealous much?"

There was a crash and a scream through fangs. Jessica shot to her feet at the end of the stairs, hissing through fangs at me. I looked right back at her, rage becoming such a tangible thing within me. I was near choking on it.

"I will kill you," Jessica snarls, ready to pounce.

I didn't even get up, chin tilting up as I looked right back. "Bring it, bitch. Not a single fuck shall be given as I rip your fangs out."

"Enough!" The angry yell echoed in the home, ringing silence afterward.

Jessica's fangs snapped away, eyes wide as she looked to Eric. I didn't even look to him. While Jessica was utterly cowed, I was rather unaffected by the yell. Though, it was clear Jessica was down. There went that out for the anger. I tossed myself over the back of the couch, striding from the room.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Eric snarls.

I shrugged, turning to look back at him by the door to the kitchen. "I'm getting something to eat." With that, I turned, moving into the kitchen. He was right behind me, nearly breathing down my neck. I was opening the fridge to grab a container and soda can. Eric leaned back against the island on my side. The other male stood calmly on the far side, watching us.

"This is quickly becoming a common thing," Eric states, clearly not pleased with this all. His arms were crossed, my phone still in his hand. "You've been eating more."

I shrug, eating the bbq from earlier that day with a lack of care. It still was good. I leaned back against the opposite counter to him. I chewed a few bites before taking a drink.

"Honestly, this is how I've always eaten," I admit, tapping the rib against the container to dislodge the green beans from it. "I've just been slipping the food when you aren't paying attention or while you're sleeping."

I looked pointedly at him, my own brow arching up. He frowned. "You eat more than a werewolf."

I grinned wolfishly at him. "Course I do. I eat cheap for a reason. Did you think Sook was joking when she complained about my eating habits?" I shrug again, lifting the soda.

"The anger?"

I swallowed my bite of rib before looking at the container with a nonchalant shrug. "Never been friendly when hungry."

"Hunger is no reason to act like an animal."

I look up at him, slyly grinning. "Oh, dear, you don't know what kind of an animal I am. That new waitress would know though." I motion at him with the nearly cleared rib.

He leaned in, sniffing at the area around me. I pulled back, looking at him like he was disgusting.

"Get the hell out of my face, Eric," I snap, holding the container close to me as if to save it from capture. "I don't go sniffing you. Stop sniffing me."

"You're not nearing your cycle."

I gave him the most disgusted look, food utterly forgotten. "That is so sick," I admit.

He frowned, as if realizing what I was implying. "You should have had one by now."

The cleaned rib sailed through the air, just missing him. It smacked the far wall with a plop.

"First off, nasty. Why would that even matter? Secondly," I dropped the container with just the beans down, one hand slipping to my hip with the other holding the soda. "I've never had any of that. Thank what ever power that is." He looked a bit surprised, the other male looking closely at me. I rolled one shoulder, hand lifting palm up. "Some sort of genetic issue. Besides, why would I move into a house of vampires if that issue could come up?"

"You have never?" the other male speaks up.

My eyes slowly shifted to him. He was so calm. Like this sad peace flooded from him, light on that tone. My brows twitched, glancing to Eric. He'd never had other vampires here. He'd never brought others to the house. I put the soda down, using a napkin to clear my face and hand before stepping up next to Eric to lean across the counter toward him. I offered out my hand.

"I'm sorry, we've not met. I'm Faelyn Lynwood."

He easily took my hand, quicker than a good deal of other vampires. Not many liked to touch. It was an old thing, mainly newer vampires shook. The older, the less likely to touch. Touch gave away what they were. I smiled warmly at him as I shook his hand. He was old, I could tell by the feel and his eyes.

"I am Godric."

I grin brighter at him. "What a nice name," I admit with honesty as we let go. I leaned back on my heels, looking over him. "It's nice. I like the older names." My hand motions toward nothing in general. "And no. Never have."

Turning away, I take a drink of the soda.

"You are impotent," Eric speaks up.

I turn, frowning at him. "Really? That's what you have? Can we just end this talk?"

"You've seen a doctor over this?" Eric pushes, utterly interested now.

My eyes rolled, turning away to put the leftovers back in the fridge. "Yes, Eric. And what does it matter? Not like you could have any kids. Nor would I even try with you."

The door was shut with a bit more force than needed. "Look. It's just a genetic oddity. Nothing wrong with me. End of subject. Now, I'm going to head up to my room and take a nap."

"You wont."

I pause, turning from the door to look at him. "Why not?"

He grinned. "Godric will be using your room."

And it was like a match in my blood. I felt the flush rise to my cheeks, eyes narrowed in on Eric. Thinking better of it, I bit it all back. "Fine then. Let me get my things."

"I couldn't displace your human," Godric speaks up.

I wave a hand. "Not his human. And not a problem. There aren't even windows to the damned room."

There was no pause to look back. The two followed through the garage and up the steps. What was I? Tonight's entertainment?

Without word to either, I snatched up my bag stuffing the two bottles of alcohol in it. I gave a mock bow to them from by the door to the steps.

"Enjoy." I rose, snapping my fingers. "Phone, Eric."

He tossed it, eyes flicking over me. I snatched it from the air, slipping into the sandals before heading down.

"I'm going to Jason's to drink!" I call back.

"Can I come?"

Jessica was just suddenly there facing the front of the car. I shot her a bored look before shutting the door to the SUV and starting the car.

"Adults only."

She pouted. "Bitch."

I beamed, shifting gears. "Aw. It learned a new word."

With that, I left.

"Fae."

Somebody gripped my arm and shook. I groaned, swatting blindly. The hand was back, more insistent. Some unintelligible words were uttered as I shifted, trying to move away.

"Faelyn!"

I shot up, startled. "Damned it, Jason!"

One hand was over my heart. I sat up on the couch where Jason and I had passed out. A yawn left me as I glanced about. Jason motioned to the opened door. Eric was there with the other male. They both looked in at us. My brows lifted a bit as I stretched, a satisfying pop leaving my back.

"Mm," I sleepily start. "W'at are yall doin' here?"

I slouched against the arm of the couch, lifting my hand to scratch at my arm where the feeling was coming back. We'd gotten trashed quickly and watched movies. HBO had progressed in the night. A woman was moaning in the background. Ah, porn time. Which meant… I shot Eric a scathing look, lessened by the sleepy look.

"I've only been asleep for twenty minutes. Go the hell away, Eric."

His head tilted toward the TV, pointed as the brow arched up. Jason went red, quick to shut it off. I rose, not bothered with the fact that I was in just my bra and a pair of Jason's boxers.

"Happens when you leave it on the movie channels and fall asleep," I utter around another yawn. Jason was wide awake.

Jason stood awkwardly to the side. I shuffled around the couch, passing close to the door. Eric was frowning at the sight of my 'attire'. I stopped at the sink, reaching in. My white top was lifted up to examine. The red stain was still faint. An annoyed sound left me, dipping it down again into the water.

"Jason, get me one of your tops. This Kool-aide wont come out."

"You aint got none of yours here?" he questions as he crosses to join me.

He lightly reached in, side pressing to mine as we looked. He dropped it, just as I had.

"Nah. I took it all with me. Just one of your old shirts. Maybe one from highschool or something. Not sure when I can return it."

He nods, heading to the bedroom. I ripped the plug from the sink, twisting out the shirt and tossing it to the trash. Jason came back with a grey top with the school logo on it, one of the old gym shirts. I pulled the thing on, passing to the door where my things were set.

"What happened to your pants?"

"Jason charmed them off," I dryly respond, not looking up as I lean on the door to put my shoes on. It was clear that I was still rather tired.

"They caught on the dock," Jason speaks up. "Tore."

A yawn left me, slowly pulling my bag up to my shoulder. One hand lifted, blindly giving a wave behind me.

"Later, Jas. Finish off that ice cream for me."

"Later, Fae."

I shuffled out, passing between the men to the small porch. I had to nearly brush against Eric, pulling the door shut. The keys were absently held up on one finger toward him. There wasn't a care to who followed or what. I shuffled to the car, opening the back door and pulled myself up. When the doors to the front opened, I was face first against the back seats at an odd angle.

"Get up, Faelyn."

"Drink holy water," I half heartedly respond, pulling my bag over my head.

He started the car, ripping backwards fast enough to toss me to the floor boards with a loud girlish cry. A groan left me, face held with one hand.

"I hate you so much, Eric," I grumble, rubbing gently at the mark from where I hit the door.

Eric drove far above the speed limit, pushing the SUV to limits I never wished to test. Godric glanced back to me, checking that I was fine.

"There is a delegation arriving," Eric cuts, all business.

"So?" I huff, more awake due to the pain of that hit. Never have, nor will be, a quick riser. Those eyes caught mine in the rearview.

"Missouri."

I shot up, eyes wide as I felt my breath hitch a moment. I was nearly clawing at his seat to see his face.

"What the fuck could they want?" I patted his shoulder. "Quick, take me back to Jason's. They can't get in there. I'll hole up till their gone."

"All is well," Godric speaks up. "The Queen wishes to create ties with other territories."

That wasn't reassuring. My hand was still at Eric's shoulder. I looked back to Eric, eyes wide as I felt that bit of panic.

"You promised, Eric."

"They want to see you," he states, face far too blank.

I fell away from him as if he was hot to the touch. He shot me a look in the mirror.

"Don't be childish, Fae."

"You promised me, Eric!" I snap, so very angry. But it hurt too. My foot was up, serving a crap kick to his seat. "I refuse to go back!"

There was a resounding click from the car. Fine.

"Sit back, Fae."

"Go fuck yourself," I snarl. It was a bit too late. We pulled into the lot of Fangtasia. There were only a few cars at the front of the building. When he parked up front with them, it spoke clearly.

I stumbled from the SUV as my door was opened and I was dragged out too quick for my own eyes. My sandals were lost in the SUV when he pulled me out. He pulled me up, feet just short of the crappy lot. It was a quick blink before we were in the building. That large section with the couches was occupied.

Three males stood from the far side facing us. Two were there as guards. With their back to us, was a woman with red hair and a few men in suits. She turned, looking back at us.

I was glowering, teeth flashing in my furious look. The red head slowly rose. My feet kicked, hands beating at the arm curled tight just under my bust.

"Eric! Let me down!" I angrily yell as I tried to fight his grip.

"This is the new secretary?" the redhead asks as she moves closer. "She's very under dressed."

My hand just missed her face as it slipped from Eric's arm with a failed attempt to get him to let go without my powers. She used a tilt of her head to miss it, eyes flicking over my sleep rumpled form.

"Stop waking me up for crap, Eric!" I cry out, foot catching purchase on his leg and pushing.

"Who's clothes are these?" she asks, lightly touching at the shirt as if it were contaminated. "Clearly not yours."

I was dropped to the floor. I landed on my rear, jarred into silence. Wincing, I rubbed at my hip, legs akimbo. The male by the red head leaned a bit down.

"She looks rather tasty." He glances to Eric. "Have you tried her? AB?"

I rose, hand resting at the small of my back. The other lifted to rake hair from my face. A scathing look was sent to him.

"Not on the menu," I snip, eyes flicking over him with little interest. "Proud carrier of Hep V."

The female made such a disgusted face. "And you keep her around?"

Eric shrugs. "Less of a chance for another to drain her."

I scoff, moving away toward the bar. I had some stuff there. "Ch," I sound, reaching for the container there. "My snacks are gone."

I was pulling my hair back with one of the hair bands hidden there in a moment. Sloppy bun, showed my neck, but kept it from my eyes. I didn't move from behind the bar, instead shifting around to get a glass with ice.

"What are you doing?" the redhead calls, watching me.

"Contemplating if I can drown myself in this crappy sink," I mock, glancing up at her. "TruBlood anybody?"

The last was almost cheerful.

A/N: So, I'm sorry about the late updates. I'm not sure it's worth making excuses. So, to forgo other anger this might arise: I would like to claim that I have no update schedule. I update as it strikes me. Seeing how hectic everything ends up in my life, that's a very questionable thing. This chapter was 12 pages in Word. I hope it was enough to appease a few of you.

I would like to thank JamesNorthman96. Your constant reviews has been the bug up my rear that had me posting more on this. As for your question: I like to view it like this. Fae's power is from her mind. I like to think, like a muscle, it can get over exerted. The migraines come from this, over exertion. I could easily be wrong, but I like it this way. This way she has a fault with it.

I love hearing any questions, thoughts or ideas you all have. Please do continue to tell me what you think. This story is meant more to be a humorous thing than serious. Though, I find friends laughing with me all the time, I don't think myself too creatively funny. So, if there is a situation you would like to see within this story, funny or not, go ahead and tell me.