"This is Lynwood!" I call loudly into the cell pinched between ear and shoulder. My attention was half on the call, mostly on the drink and things around me. "Touch me one more time and see how fast I shove a stake in you!" I snarl furiously at a young vampire that was reaching over the far end of the bar by me.

"Come on!" He calls, fingers playing with the ends of my hair on his side. "One time!"

The bottle slams on the counter, attention slipped from the phone, but hand shifting to hold it to my ear as I whirled to give a snarling look at the vampire.

"Hands on your side of the bar. Last warning."

The male was leant in close, fangy grin smug. "Like to see you-"

I grasped his hair fast. My power aided as I slammed his face on the bar twice in fast succession.

"Get the fuck out!" I bark, shoving him from the bar. "PAM!"
Pam was just there, grasping the back of the neck of the surprised vampire. "Why the hell is he back in there?"
She shot a look to the door then back at me. "You're slacking."

I flick up a finger, moving to mix the drink again. "Yeah, well. So are you. Get the twit out."

"You're in a mood."

"The ass hole's been bothering me, Pam. Just let me work." I turn away, moving to put the drink before a human. "$8."

"Keep the change!"

The girl took off with a small group of girls, giggling away.
"Busy?"

"What?" I blink as I glance away to get this phone call. "Yeah. Sorry. Helping at the bar. Seems there are a few new turns in tonight."
"And your boss isn't keeping an eye on you?"

"You saying you think I can't defend myself?"

"Sounds like you can-"

"Warm Trueblood! B Neg!"

My head lifts, turning as Ben cut off at the loud call over the music and voices. A male leaned on the bar with a female vampire I knew. It was the female to call out.

"Jesus," I snip, moody as I turn to rip a cold bottle from one of the coolers. "Can't you just nag Chow, Terrin? Taking my damned break here."

"Just get the drink," she huffs. A sickly sweet smile is aimed to the handsome male, eyes flicking over him with the want to eat him. "What about you?"

"Scotch. On the rocks. Please."

I aim a finger at the male, bottle in the microwave. "See that, Terrin. That's called respect. Fucking learn it."

"What ever, bar maid."

I bent over the bar toward her, microwave dinging. "Mad I got a better set than you? What is that? Padded?" My knuckle taps the small bump of her left breast. "Get on, washboard."

Our furious eyes lock as I grab the scotch to pour over a few cubes of ice in a cup.

"Getting cocky, girl. You're only here because Sheriff likes you."

I scoff, shoving the cup to the guy. My hand opens the microwave, not looking from her as I pull the open bottle out. "Step on, deadbeat."

And I lifted the bottle to my mouth, not breaking the gaze as I tilted my head back to down a deal of the drink she ordered. Her mouth opened, seemingly alarmed. She let out a sound kind of like a growl, whirling to storm off. The guy let his eyes flick over my face as the bottle pulled away.

"Ballsy."

I wink at the guy. "Have a great night, man."

With that, I turn with the bottle still in hand and move away to pointedly put my back to the room. A gagging sound was made as I snatched up my beer.

"What was that about?"

"Ugh that is so fucking nasty. How the hell do people drink this synthetic shit?"

He laughs. "You tried it?"

"B negat-" I trail off, licking my teeth. I felt, oddly…satisfied. A little. My eyes snapped to the bottle, wide with this dawn of realization.

"I take that as you're busy?"

"I was actually about to leave. Did my time."
"Faelyn."

Godric paused, eyes slipping to the bottle that was lifting back to my mouth. I felt like a kid caught in the cookie jar. I cleared my throat, tilting the phone from my mouth a bit. Godric seemed to pause and let those eyes flick from the bottle to my face.

"If you wish to leave. Now would be the best time."

"You sure?"

"I would suggest time spent with your cousin."

"Should I be packing?" I question, a hint worried as I turned to face him better.

His hand touches my cheek, eyes soft as they looked long at my own gaze. "There will be another guest that would not be suited to your presence."

"Right." I nuzzle his hand a bit before pulling back to snatch up my bag. "Keep me updated. I'll do what I can without stopping by until it's clear."

"Faelyn."

My eyes flick up to him, pausing in my escape. He nods to the bottle. "Perhaps that is a good option."

I wink at him, "Best work on that game I got you."

He gives a faint chuckle as I slip away and out the front.

"Whoo," I laugh into the phone while marching around to get to a place I could take off. "Look at that. Luck's on my side."

"Sounds like something's going on."

"Maybe. But I'm not part of it, so works out."

"Sounds like you're free to come see me."

There was that sort of purr I'd heard in the bed earlier. I shivered, smirking wide as I shot my eyes around. "Definitely. Let me get some stuff packed and I'll be there. Need anything while I'm out?"

"Just get here."

I grin, again. I was waiting to shoot off into the sky now. "Soon as I can."

I hung up, bursting into the sky with little more than those words. It wasn't unnoticed, a third party stepping from the shadows to look up toward the sky.

The door gave a loud bang as I fell into it, cursing under my breath. The door was swinging open as quickly as the one to the left. Ben was quick to catch me, arms like bars as the opening of the door had me losing balance again.

Laughing, he helped right me, lifting the case from my hands. "Sorry. Tripped over something."

I twist and move out to see what it was. A male arched a brow, lofting my swimsuit bottoms. The male was familiar as well. I light up, smiling at the overly handsome male. Dark hair and gold eyed with a light tan. He wore just his jeans and no top.

Ben came out at the lack of sound, leaning around to see what's going on.

"Well, well well. We meet again."

"Seems so. Think those are mine."

I reached out, grasping the dangling end. He didn't let go, the material stretching a bit between us. His gold eyes were flicking over me in the same dress as earlier, hair windswept from the drive.

"Get time away from that controlling blond?"
"Ditch the hermaphadite?"

He gives a half grin, eyes seeming to light up with the playful teasing I felt. "Touché."

My hand tugs a bit on the bottoms. "Hate to cut and run, but I've things to do."

His eyes lift from flicking over my form again to look over my head. The guy was muscularly built, at least five foot nine inches. His eyes fall to Ben, Ben frowning behind my back at the guy.

The bottoms are let go, grin going a bit feral at Ben. I turn, giving a slight snap at the bottoms as I strut back to Ben.

"Nice pants by the way," I call before reaching Ben, not looking back. "Bet they look great with the top."

Ben's hand slid over my back as I passed him, door firmly shutting behind us. I moved right to the bed, humming lightly and stuffing the bottoms in a bag in the box.

"So, I can stay tonight, but I really should be with Sook and Jason."

"This about those murders?"
I flap a hand his way, not looking as I lift out the little bag with my oral care. "Nah. New stuff. Plus I don't trust Bill or the others. Easier to defend from her place." I crossed to put the bag on the sink.
He was frowning as he moved up, glancing in the box. His hand grabbed the bottles in the six pack case. Each red and black bottle was lifted and glanced at.

"This isn't about the murders. Doesn't sound like the Authority issue. What is it? And why do you have TruBlood?"

I lean against his back, bending under the arm lifted to allow me to see around him. My hand brushed by his, lifting the bottle of room temperature synthetic blood.

"Trying something. And it's something else that I was informed of the other day when I went to see Sookie. Apparently we have a grandpa that's showed up."

He frowns again, looking at me tucked against his side and back, hands shifting bottles in thought. "And this is the trouble?"
"Nope. But I finally have family that some what shares resemblance with me."

He stops frowning, those dimples showing as I pull a bit back with two bottles.

"Got any cups?"

He left his spot, moving into the bathroom. I moved to the dresser top, twisting the tops off of the bottles. He stood close to my side, placing the cup before me.

"You plan to drink that?"

"Funny thing," I start in a light tone, trying not to betray how on the spot I felt, a bit out of my comfort zone. "Don't know much about all the recent issues I've been having. But I do know that I usually have this terrible hunger that food isn't satisfying anymore. Took the drink of that bottle at the bar to piss off Terrin and realized that I may be onto something."

He frowns, watching as I poured a bit of each in the cup, measuring the amounts out as I would at the bar. As I had for my dad.

"Fake blood? How could that help?"

"Don't know. Not sure I care for the specifics," I respond, lifting the cup to stir with a finger. "But it quieted for a bit. Wanna try it too? My dad used to drink this mix all the time."

"I'm not a fan of the synthetic stuff."

I shrug, lifting it to my mouth to take a drink. I grimaced soon as I tasted it. Tasted terrible, but the burning in the pit of my stomach lessened a little after the second swallow. He watched, eyes staying to the lower half of my face as I tossed it back quickly.

"I'm not sure that will really help, Fae."
I gasp a breath, pulling the cup away and regretting the taste instantly. "Anything is worth a try."

He pulled the cup from my hand, placing it by the bottles. Those eyes remained to mine, other hand reaching out to my side. With firm and steady hands, he turned me to face him, head tilted back to meet his eyes.

"You smell like another."

My hands rest on his chest, shy of touching the bared flesh from the half buttoned shirt. A grin is aimed up at him. "I'm living in the house of two vampires, Ben. It's bound to happen when we share space and laundry. But I think you mean Godric,"

He didn't smile, eyes a little hard but the smile a bit plastic. "Godric?"

"Eric's acquaintance that's been helping me. Usually helps keep me from attacking Eric." My eyes slip down to the flesh before me, giving a pat with one hand. "But, I'm not here for that. Here for you."

He grins, hands slipping lower down my sides. A giggle left as I was lifted, legs automatically curling about him and arms around his neck. The space was closed, mouths connecting in moments.