Halloween Special

Eric took a long moment to let something process before turning back to look again. He lowered the phone from his view, letting it fall to the passenger seat. Laughing hard and doing a skipping sort of dance with a happy glow to her, Faelyn had a hand grasped with Jason Stackhouse.

He'd expected costumes. But he'd not expected to find this. He took the short moment before he was noticed to take it in. It was a change, that was for sure. Her hair was pushed back with a simple headband, probably barrowed from Sookie. He could swear he'd seen in on the Stackhouse prior. But it was an innocent take on the woman.

The sundress was nothing Fae would usually wear. It was a mimic to one he'd actually seen on Sookie. The white with little flowers all over it. She was without shoes, sweeping up a storm with Jason. They danced about the grass, music playing loudly from the radio brought out. Sam Merlotte wasn't far off, smiling over his beer as he watched the two. Seemed the party was just actually kicking up. Most were inside at the moment.

It was a country song, something she tended to not like. But they both were enjoying it. It was like seeing a part of her reserved for others. In a way, it was. One last long look over the woman was given before he was stepping from the Corvette to cross the yard.

Sam noticed him first. The bottle lowered, frowning hard at Eric as he neared the dancing duo. Fae was laughing openly, grasping both hands as they swung in and out, alternating shoulders meeting.

"So what exactly are you pretending to be?" Eric asks with a smirk.

The open smile turns to smirk, eyes dancing as they glance over Jason toward Eric. She kept him a few more twirls before letting him go. Her cheeks were flushed, breathing a bit picked up from the activity with her cousin. But she was all but radiating her happiness.

"Can't tell? I'm playing vampbait."

Jason's eyes went big at her. "I thought you were playing Sook-" His mouth did a big 'O', getting it. Then laughed as he shouldered her. "You're just bein' mean now, Fae."

"That's a bit harsh," Sam states, frowning at her. "That's your cousin."

Fae snickers, wiggling fingers at Sam. "Exactly why I get to say it."

"Fae?"
Sookie made her way out, looking to her feet as she picked across the lawn. Her hair was swept up on one side, exposing her throat with dark makeup and a sultry red on her lips. She wore a very tight top that showed off cleavage. It was Fae's bustier toped dress. It meant it could be altered to better fit Sookie. She wore jeans under it, very tight jeans. But the dress actually covered any ogling he could do at her rear.

He got the theme. Sookie was Fae and Fae was Sookie. He smirks, eyes slowly flicking up seeing Sookie in such a way. She spared a glance at him, ignoring other wise. She moved right for Faelyn. Together it was a bit silly so see. Decidedly when one knew both women.

Fae looked up at Sookie, hands shifted to her waist as Sookie usually did. Sookie gave the cocked hip more seen on Fae.

"Sup?"

"I'm going to have to skip on the shoes."

Black leather heels were offered out. Heels Fae wore often in the club. Fae quirks a brow, taking them. Sookie nods back at the house. "Thought we could just switch."

Fae shrugs, letting one hand hold the shoes by the pointed heels. But Sookie gives a playful swat at Fae's arm.

"And I am not vampbait."

Fae wiggles her brows, leaning in. "Vampbait, Sook. Or would Danger Slut sound better."

Sookie gives her a hard eyed look. "How much have you had?"

Fae's expression turns to huge smile. So self-satisfied. "I'm coming back from sheets to the wind."

Sookie sends a sharp look to Jason. "You weren't supposed to let her have that."

Jason gives a helpless shrug. "She looted the truck."

"Dare I ask?" Eric inputs.

Sookie sighs, hand pressing to the side of her face. "The moonshine Jason got."

Fae winks to Erik. "Potent stuff."

Erik smirks, nodding back toward the Corvette. "Come on then, Danger Slut. I'm not wasting more time."

Fae lets out a cheer. "I'm getting Fucked!"

"Faelyn!" Sookie cries out in mortification.

Erik swept to the Corvette in speed only vampires could manage. Fae was leaping across the grass happily. Decidedly feeling the alcohol she'd consumed.

It wasn't much better once they got to the club. Pam took off with the woman soon as they got there. Eric moved in to take his thrown. It was packed tonight. Metal clinking steadily drew his attention up from watching a set of girls.

Head high with black painted in a thick band across her eyes as a sort of war paint, she stalked the floor with a dark sort of seduction. She met gazes, oozing sexual want. Lips were painted deep red to match the color of the fake blood made to look like she'd savaged something. It ran down the chin to the mounded flesh. Her top was just a black lace band about her chest and some of the ribs. Woven round and round with no clear place of where it began or ended. It exposed her midriff. The bottom was a mess of tulle and other black cloth that went to shy of midthigh. Boots were on her feet, spike heeled and tight up the leg to over the knee. Smooth leather, zipping up the inside.

What drew his eye more than the scant attire was the other change. She'd let go of the control of her other half. Sharp clawed fingers teased flesh, flashing the razor like teeth at people. Not a question to the eyes aside from asking after how she got them. Always responding with something different.

She moved through the crowd before stopping behind the bar. Her head fell back, seeming in the throes of passion. A hand rests at the hollow of her throat, lips parted as her body rolled to the beat. The other hand slid up her form and teased at her mouth, as if tasting at the blood still there. Her end was gaining people fast. Wind swept hair was tossed, sweeping into rapid dance to the song pulsing over the systems.

There was a sort of glow to her eyes as they caught his across the club. She was taunting him, fingers falling to the crevice of her chest and trailing up to catch the 'blood'. Her lips closed over it, slowly and fluttering her eyes shut with the obvious moan he couldn't hear over the music and people. There were more vampires her end than humans.

Mouth opening as she stilled, a wide grin is aimed at him. Red stained her teeth. Perhaps he was wrong. It could be real blood she wore. With the way it thickened…He shifted in his seat, eyes watching as she flirted and taunted people while serving drinks. He didn't watch her too closely, more focused on watching the crowds.

Pam was at his side suddenly, glancing over the empty club. She'd just shoved the last out and shut the door. "Turned out well."

"Smart of you to have her release her control. It drew more in."

Pam arches a brow down at him. "That was her. I wanted to put fake fangs in her mouth to have her play a vampire."
Erik frowns a hint, glancing to her. "Hm.