Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Layla and a few of the plot twists.
They had stopped off at Layla's house, the layout of which Jason was frighteningly familiar with. He confided that he had dated the previous tenant for a short while, until she'd died and he'd been blamed for her murder.
"Oh." was all Layla said as she pulled on a pair of boots and a tight black t-shirt over her black jeans.
"All black. Good idea. We'll blend in with our surroundings." Jason said, nodding at her attire.
"Actually, I just like the color." Layla said, brushing past him to look in the mirror as she pulled her hair up into a high pony tail.
"The fuck is that?" Jason asked, pointing to the bite marks on her neck. Layla raised a hand, the memory of what had gone on in Eric's room after Godric's death fresh in her mind. There had been no sex. Just blood and kissing before they eventually fell asleep. She had woken up before Eric and crept back to her own room, without a word and left the next morning with Sookie and Jason. She had no idea where she and the Viking stood anymore, but she was frankly too busy at the moment to care.
"These are bite marks. Did you want some?" she asked, smiling devilishly.
"You don't have fangs." Jason noted.
"Nope, just very sharp teeth." Layla told him, taking a step forward. Jason seemed torn between attraction and fear as Layla pressed herself against him, pinning him between her body and the wall.
"Mmmm, you smell nice." she purred. She opened her mouth for a moment, poised over his neck, then closed it and pressed a kiss to his cheek. Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
"Christ, you scared me." he admitted.
"I'm human, jackass. You saw me in the sun. Besides I wouldn't bite you unless you asked me to." Layla said with a cheeky grin.
"You're a lot like that blonde Vamp, you know that." Jason said as they walked towards her front door.
"Okay, say that again and I really will rip your throat out with my teeth. Got it?" Layla asked, climbing into his pickup.
"Yes, Ma'am." Jason said, starting the engine and heading to Merlotte's.
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Once they were parked outside, Jason whipped the safety covering off of a chainsaw and Layla chose no weapon at all, save for the pent up aggression she harbored. The pair crept slowly through the backdoor with Jason leading the way. A woman was guarding a freezer while most of the others were in the front of the restaurant. Jason and Layla peeked over the partition to see what looked like a gigantic, drunken orgy. People were having sex and drinking beer straight from the tap, dancing half naked and shouting. Jason walked out into the group with his trusty chainsaw by his side. Layla marched out beside him, hoping her knew what he was doing. She couldn't say she was scared of the people, mostly she was just disturbed.
"Hey!" Jason shouted. No one moved or even bothered looking his way. Layla sighed.
"Nice one, Jason." she said sarcastically.
"This party's over!" he yelled, starting his chainsaw for effect, which did finally turn a few heads, but no one looked particularly alarmed. "C'mon!!!!"
When no one moved or did anything at all really Jason looked completely confused. "What the hell is wrong with you people?"
"My vote is still for Zombies. Or some weird Zombie hybrid that doesn't actually eat brains. I knew I should have gotten that Zombie Apocalypse book." Layla mumbled to herself. Jason gave her a look like she was just as crazy as the rest of them. Annoyed with the lack of reaction Jason stormed over to the bar and sawed through the stereo, all the way into the wood of the bar itself. When he walked out from behind the bar he used a nail gun to nail to shirt of one of the zombified patrons to the bar.
"Hey Terry." he said, grabbing one man and knocking him unconscious before grabbing the redhead he'd been dancing with and putting her in a chokehold with the nail gun pointed at her head. The woman just giggled and laughed like it was a huge joke. Terry sat up from the floor.
"Ambush!" he yelled.
"Stay chill! Nobody needs to get hurt." Jason called out. Layla stood somewhat beside him, ignoring the things getting thrown their way.
"Yeah, nail her!" someone from the crowd yelled. Soon they were all cheering for Jason to put a nail into the woman's head. Layla frowned and turned to Sookie's brother.
"What the fuck?" she asked.
"I have no idea." he admitted.
"Wait. Stop!" Terry shouted. "Don't hurt my special lady."
"Do it!" the woman yelled. "I need a hair cut anyway, baby."
"No!" the man yelled again. Layla focused on him. Did love really conquer zombies? That was so adorable, and so cliched.
"Yeah, I'm gonna do it." Jason threatened. Terry stood up and made a 'T' with his arms.
"Time out." he said. "Time the fuck out. Alright, Stackhouse and ugh...Vampire lady. Name your demands."
"I'm not a Vamp-"
"Okay, here's how it's gonna be. Y'all are gonna leave. Every last one of ya." Jason said, which was only met by laughter from everyone except Terry and Layla. "You leave us alone, and then you can have her."
"Alright." Terry said, holding up a fist for attention. "The order is to retreat. Immediately." he said, despite the groans and whines of protest. "Damn it, when I give an order you fucking follow it. Now get on outta here."
Layla watched, surprised when everyone filed out. Jason followed them to the door, not releasing the redhead until Terry was out the door, which he then locked behind them. Layla sighed and walked out the the bar, grabbing a bottle of rum that had blessedly gone untouched. She grabbed two shot glasses and poured them both a shot.
"Stackhouse, well played, sir." she said, lifting one in salute to Jason who graciously smiled at her praise and banged back his own shot. The duo then walked back to the kitchens were Sam was locked in the freezer.
"Sam, it's Stackhouse." Jason said, banging on the door. "You can come on out. Look, I got rid of all them saucer-eyed mother-fuckers."
"Bull shit." came a muffled voice from inside.
"I swear on my Gran's grave." Jason said with one hand held up in honesty even though they couldn't see it.
"Yeah, and if my parents were dead I'd swear on their graves." Layla chimed in.
"Who's that?"
"It's Layla." Jason said.
"Who?"
"Layla Dahlin. I've only just moved here but I've got to say the crime rate is simply appalling." she repliec saucily. Jason smiled and waited for Sam to respond. The door creaked open a bit and there was a flashlight suddenly in Jason's face, with Layla leaning over his shoulder to see who it was.
"Oh, Andy, hey." Jason said.
"Lemme see your eyes." the man barked. Both Jason and Layla widened their eyes to prove their non-zombieness.
"Now get out here." Jason said. "I locked all the doors." he said as Andy and Sam climbed out of the freezer.
"Thanks, Jason." Sam said. Layla cleared her throat. "Oh, and you too Layla."
"You're welcome." she said with sweet smile.
"I don't think they're gonna let up until they get me." Sam said, peeking over the serving counter. Layla frowned.
"What did you even do?" she asked, but received no answer, much to her annoyance.
"How'd you get them out?" Andy asked, gruffly.
"I threatened to shoot a bunch of nails into Arlene's brain, but guy's-"
"and lady." Layla added stubbornly.
"and lady, come here." Jason said, drawing the three into a football-like huddle. "If we gonna get out of here we gonna need an even bigger divergence."
"Did you mean diversion?" Layla asked.
"Yeah." he said. Suddenly a keg came through the window, shattering it and a man followed, rolling across the broke glass.
"There's Sam Merlotte. Get him!" Terry said.
"Will this work?" Layla asked sarcastically.
"Uh, well this ain't exactly what I was talkin' about but you work with what you got. Go!" Jason said, pointing to the back door but it was impossible. People were everywhere. They were caught. Terry made a slashing motion across his throat and in return the crowd silenced. Terry put his gun on the counter and lit up a cigarette.
"There's no escaping, Sam Merlotte. The God Who Comes always gets what he comes for. And as for you Jason Stackhouse. Not cool." Terry said.
"Could I have one of those please?" Layla asked. Terry shrugged and tossed his pack and his lighter to her.
"Layla, stop fraternizing with the enemy." Jason hissed. Layla rolled her eyes as she inhaled a puff.
"Sorry."
"Ain't no normal God gonna come anywhere near you people." Jason said loudly.
"The God ain't gonna be happy with you, Jason." one man said. "I bet he'll eat ya. Come to think of it I always wanted to know what human flesh tastes like."
"Salty, and kind of chewy." Layla replied which earned her shocked and appalled looks from the three men she stood beside.
"Boys. Sarcasm. I'm not a fucking Vampire." she reminded them with a growl.
"Guys, you guys gotta save yourselves." Sam said. Layla's eyes widened.
"Please don't tell me your gonna pull a hero act. I don't even know you and you are already pissing me off." she said flatly.
"We'll get you out of here, Sam." Andy said softly.
"And then what?" Sam asked. "She's not gonna let up. Ever."
"Sam, think it over for a minute." Layla said carefully.
"No. I'm ending this." Sam said, backing up to where the people crowded near the counter.
"No fucking way." Andy growled.
"Maybe this will all stop with me." Sam said allowing himself to be carried out of the building, leaving Layla, Jason and Andy standing in the kitchen. Layla sighed bitterly and dropped her cigarette on the flood, stubbing it out with the toe of her boot.
"Well, this has got to be the worst fucking rescue mission ever." she said.
"It ain't over yet. Have a little faith, Layla." Jason said. "C'mon.