Eric frowned as he stood over the coffee table in his home. Dad sat checking messages on his phone. I sat the other end of the same couch, pouting at the phone.

"What are you not telling me?" Eric demands.

I shrug. "I don't know."

A foot taps my leg as I scroll on my phone. After a moment I look over. Dad was still scrolling. My eyes flick to the phone again.

"So, what was her number?"

My head snaps up, foulest glare aimed to the side of the palest person in the room. "What the actual shit, Dad?"

"Old but not dead, dearest."

My hand swung fast. Laughter howled as he dodged over the side of the couch. I was far too lazy to chase after him, glaring from where I sat on the couch still. There was a decided tingle in my hand from hitting the couch so hard.

"I hate you so much right now."

"Well, she was rather a pretty thing."

Scratch that, I wasn't lazy enough. I was tearing across the couch in a breath. And he just hardly dodged me. Not quick enough for the small end table to smack him in the chest.

"UFFF!"

He dropped hard, curling over the heavy thing to hit chest to crotch.

"Dirty," he wheezes as I victoriously stand over him. Eric didn't look pleased in the least. It looked more like the expression I made when dealing with children. Sobering some, I gave a small cough to clear my throat. Eyes flicking to the side, I moved back to sit on the couch. Dad was still trying to school the pain of the full on crotch shot by table. Psycho looked so darn proud even in pain like that.

"What are you not telling me?" Eric pushed, eyes flicking between us. Fangs out without shame, we didn't really hide our demonic sides.

"Well this is a party," Pam purrs as she comes in to the room.

I blink toward her, perking some. "Hey, Pam. Did you see those pretty twins tonight?"

She turned from what ever she'd been about to say to Eric, almost disgusted look settled to me.

"Here I thought you had taste."

I shrug, phone wobbling between two fingers at her. "They're pretty. And with how handsy they were at the club the other night, I thought I'd see what twins are like."

Dad perked, pain forgotten as he snapped up, attention set to me. "Twins? What coloring?"

"Red," Pam dismissively responds to him, eyes on me. "No. They didn't come in. Nor did the bulk that's with them."

"Solomon," I correct without thought, hand lifting to wave. "Not my taste in the least. Guess it was chance then. Maybe we could-"

A scalding hand gripped my chin tight, snapping my head away from looking to Pam to look to Dad's suddenly serious and tight expression. Glowing eyes searched my face.

"Has he touched you?" It was demanded, not just asked.

I blink, slack jawed at the sudden change of Dad's behavior. "Dad?"

Eric frowned hard at Dad too. "You know him?"

"Did he touch you, girl?" Dad growls, nails pricking skin.

I wince a bit at the pressure, even if the scalding heat was comforting. "Dad-"

"Did he?!"

"I don't think so!" I gasp out, eyes wincing shut at the force of his powers and scent pushing upon me. It didn't lessen at the answer given, seeming to smother, air pushing from my lungs with the force of his powers focused upon me. "Just a brush maybe! Nothing more!"

His hand let go, jerking away with a hand to the side of his face and looking so far from here in his thoughts. He was pacing the other side of Eric as I gasped in air, eyes shutting to sooth the nerves and rage attempting to push forward. Logically, I understood he'd not do that without reason. He'd only done it once when hunting when I nearly lost control; just after Ben….

A pale finger jabs out at me, suddenly seeming like the father figure he could have been, should have been. He bent forward, expression firm.

"Do not go near him. Or his offspring. They are bait. Nothing more." The finger pulled from me, jutting out to Eric now. "Your maker, call him." A scalding hand was reaching out without looking, curling tight around my arm. I didn't fight him jerking me to my feet. "This vampire is not to be near my daughter."

"Dad," I start to counter, stumbling a step as he tugs me to the side as if to head up the steps.

He gives another tug to push me before him, forcing up the steps. "Properly dressed. You're with me tonight."

"Dad," I whine but let him urge me up the stairs to my room.

I swept into the club just near closing, an hour from it almost. Front and front part of the sides of my hair swept up in braids, eye make up dark. Eric tensed on the stage, eyes upon me as I swept across the room for the bar with Azazel at my side. I was dressed darkly and fitted, skin of my middle on display. The leather bottoms clung tighter than any I'd worn previously, not the polished look most aimed for but raw, hand made looking. Azazel was dressed rather similarly, top a cotton tunic.

"Chow," I pout at the vampire as I lean on the bar.

There was nothing more needed said. A dozen shots of various color were upon the bar before us with large glasses of mixed drink. There was no shame of the scarring at my ribs as I turned to face Azazel, glasses lofted in one hand and a shot in the other. It was a stance that showed we were closing off from others and focused on each other. It was aided more with us standing so close, outer most feet touching and hips angled toward each other.

We'd finished nearly all the shots when the first approach happened. The hair behind me shifted with a sudden breeze. It was aided with cool fingers touching at my mostly exposed shoulder away from the bar.

"You look like a tall drink after a hot day."

Azazel's eyes narrowed over me at the vampire. I scoff, swallowing my next shot. "It's always the young ones," I tease at Azazel.

"I almost expected such a corny pick up line."

"From the guy who tries to charm my pants off on the daily?" I turn some to look dismissively at the female with her fingers on me still. "Hunt elsewhere."

The fingers brushed over my skin, testing the feel of it, eyes upon where her fingers were. "I could make it worth while."

"Doubtful. Remove the hand or have it removed." Azazel was not in the welcoming mood.

The female frowned darkly at Azazel. "I hadn't been aware I spoke to you, mortal."

I laughed, shifting to put my back to the bar and shift a bit back for Azazel's better reach of the woman. It also broke her touch. Azazel's hand splayed hotly at the flesh of my middle, over the scars he'd given me as a child. The heat and power behind it nearly called out my demonic form. As it was, my jaw rolled, eyes fluttering shut in hope the eyes didn't flash.

Words poured from him, drawing more at the inner urges and heat that was still rather new to me. Short, but it was enough to make me slip shortly. The female's back slammed the bar, chair shattering and the male who'd been behind her out of the way only with the grace of his vampiric speed.

My form crushed hips to her, hand at her throat with a long and sharp nail shy of piercing up through the soft flesh between chin and neck. Eyes fluttering, I obviously scented her like the predator I was. My other hand fisted in her shirt as my mouth hovered over her own as if to kiss.

"Find. Something. Else," I rasp out huskily, allowing the nail to brush flesh and give a small cut to just break flesh. Her eyes had gone wide, still only as the dead could. New enough that she still reflexively swallowed in her fear.

I pulled back with an extra push at her chest. My back turned dismissively, returned to position of facing Azazel once more. His eyes burned darkly, bedroom eyes settled upon me with such a wide smirk. A hand reached out, only for me to swat it away with a glower.

"Don't you start, lech."

"From the gentleman at the end of the bar."

A bright green liquid in a tall glass was set before me before Chow slipped off. My brows went up, fingers testingly grasping the glass as I turn to look at it. I could smell the sweetness from here, candied. Azazel leans forward to look toward the end of the bar.

I perked as my eyes turned. My glasses were lifted, moving quickly toward him with a wide smile.

"Hoyt," I chirp, leaning in to kiss his cheek as he stood to meet me. Glasses are put aside quickly and arms curling around him fast. He laughs, blushing some as I pull back to look up at him. His hands remained at my shoulders, the proper gentleman he was. "What are you doin' here?"

"I almost feel like I should ask the same," he returns, bashfully flicking a glance to Azazel. He let his eyes turn back to me. "You look like you've been good."

I beam, hand patting his cheek before pulling away to grab up my first mixed drink. "Course I do, Hoyt. You look a bit peaky." A pointed look and jerk of the chin at his eyes. "Going to be a cute raccoon soon. May call you Pooky then."

He laughs, honest and something seeming to relax the small tension at his shoulders. His eyes were light, full of pleasant emotions as he looked back to me with that smile seeming so natural and perfect.

"It's good to see you, Fae. We were real worried you up and left again."

I motion wide at myself and the setting, brows wiggling up at him. "With cute guys like you around? Not a chance." I spare a look to the side, distracted a moment by a female in a plastered on dress sweeping by. My tongue flicks out, wetting my lower lip before blinking and looking back to Hoyt with a mischievous grin. "So what brings you all the way to such an unflattering place?"

He looks over me out to the floor. And the brows lift as the smile slips off. "Oh ew."

Hoyt's eyes went wide, looking to me. "What?"

A blink and there was a female at our sides, leaning closer to Hoyt. He smiled in adoration at the redhead as they leaned into each other. Smiling back up at him she turned to look to who had his attention.

"And here I thought I'd rid of you," I blandly cut before the realization could form in her expression.

"Faelyn?" She was utterly confused as she looked up at Hoyt and back to me. "Hoyt?"

"Uh, Jess," Hoyt starts, blushing and bashful again.

I shift out, grin wide and flashing a deal of teeth, eyes set upon her. "Baby vamp best be on her best behavior," I warn with a falsely cheery tone. Hoyt looked down in surprise at the obvious intimidation. A finger thumps the exposed flesh just above her chest. "Hoyt gets hurt in any way and I'll show you just what I can do."

She frowned at me. "Are you threatening me, Fae?" She spares a look to Hoyt then back at me. "Are you forgetting who-"

"Your Maker is? Oh, I'm very aware." My hand rests on Hoyt's chest, eyes set to her pointedly, pinning. "But let me remind you that Hoyt is practically a brother to me, my oldest childhood friend even. And this is merely a reminder of what happens if you do something untoward."

The hand lifts, finger bopping her nose with a wink. "Keep that in mind, baby fang." I glance away in dismissal to beam up at Hoyt. "Well, Hoyt-bear, I'm going to leave y'all be. Keep up on the vitamins. Blow up my phone when ever you want. Lots of love and that crap."

My hand pats his cheek again before turning to leave. Azazel snapped up my new drink, other hand splaying at my lower back. I shot a look over to him as we headed for the stage. "Stop that."

"I'm utterly innocent."