Chapter 4

Much of his night had already been spent between the introducing himself to the shifters and following the fae telepath; Andre had only another hour or so to spend in Bon Temps if he wanted the time to return to New Orleans, and avoid having to go to ground for the day. And Andre wanted as many intriguing tid-bits to offer to Sophie Ann as he could, to ensure her indulgence in his returning to Bon Temps, repeatedly. So he needed to check on the brother, this Jason Stackhouse, and see if he was as interesting and skilled as his sister. His address had been just as easy to find as every other one in Bon Temps and Andre left the panthers of Hotshot behind to their own devices, smirking to himself on how his appearance had likely upset their xenophobic ways. It was good to keep the others off balance, it made them so much easier to manipulate when the time for such things came, as it always did.

The house was set back from the road, as so many of them seemed to be, and Andre appreciated that, there was so much more privacy. He knew he was going to like Bon Temps, for so many reasons. As he approached the one storied building, the scent of a Fae became obvious again, though not as obvious as the overlying odor of sex that hung like a fog about the place. It made him want to gag and he halted his progress down the driveway, for a moment to banish the personal memories that the stink brought back. As he stilled he heard a conversation, not hushed at all, that made him want to grin as he imagined what must have been going on behind the closed doors and barely curtained windows.

"I only said that I had to get up early for work, and that you might be more comfortable if you went home tonight."

"Oh sure Jason, you get the sex you want and then you just kick me out!" The female voice was shrill and accompanied by heels on hardwood.

"That's not what I meant Susan!" That response was accompanied by much heavier footfalls that sounded a little more like a hop-step. Obviously this Jason was trying to get into his pants as he pursued his lover to the door.

"It's Sharon!" Came the now even angrier reply as Andre saw the front door burst open. In an instant he was on the porch before the angry woman, clad in her jean mini-skirt, tank top, completely impractical shoes, and wide, startled eyes. But he silenced her in an instant, capturing her eyes with his, and her shoulders with his hands.

"Shhh." She ordered, and she stopped dead in his grasp. "Sit." He guided her to a patio chair where she fell limply, completely mesmerized, as Jason came through the door in search of her.

"Who the Hell?" He began as he took in the scene. The scent of his otherness brought a new smile to Andre's lips, and he took a deep, deliberate breath, savoring it.

"So delicious." He half moaned.

"What the?" Jason tried to speak, but stopped as Andre's lips split, and his fangs dropped. "Oh, Shit."

Andre's hand darted out to grab hold of Jason's jaw firmly, forcing his mouth closed as Andre teased himself with being so close to Fae blood, feeling it pulse under his fingertips. He silently looked Jason over slowly, the mortal's eyes following his as he did so.

"Are you going to kill me?" Jason choked out very quietly.

"Of course not." Andre whispered as he brushed his lips over Jason's exposed neck, eliciting a shudder. "We're going to be friends." With one exposed fang he scratched at Jason's neck deliberately. Torn capillaries welled blood onto the tanned skin in a slow trickle. The scent pulled at Andre's desires, but he was well past giving in to temptation so readily. He let his tongue dart out to taste the ruby liquid before it clotted. The exquisite flavor was only enhanced by the heartbeat of fear that accompanied it.

"Not as strong as your Sister's" Andre mused, knowing that Jason's scent, while the same as Sookie's, was not as strong. But he didn't waste time just then musing why that might be. He let the remaining taste swirl over his tongue.

"What have you done to my sister?"

"Shhh Jason. No more words unless I ask you a question." Jason was struck mute, and could do nothing as Andre brought his mouth back down to his neck, and that time, bit properly.

The blood flowed and Andre felt the dizziness of the fairy content hit his system. He swayed with an unaccustomed sense of glee. Hadley's blood might taste delicious to the queen, though she had no idea why, and he found the scent of it less enticing, polluted by her past. This blood though was much more pure, and it only made Andre hunger for Sookie's blood even more. But despite the craving he felt, he stopped after only a few good mouthfuls. It wouldn't do to leave an exsanguinated body behind on the very night the Vampires had revealed themselves. Besides, he imagined many opportunities for himself to taste both Jason and his sister as he earned the confidence of the woman with his own charms. Pulling away, and licking his lips to take in every drop, he pierced his own finger and painted the wounds with his blood, watching them heal away to nothing in seconds, leaving no trace of himself.

"Now Jason. Listen to me. You will remember nothing of what happened here tonight." Andre kept his voice very even, holding Jason's eyes on him.

"Uh huh."

"You came out here to follow Sharon, who was on her way home. You talked for a moment on the porch, and then you went back into the house to sleep. Nothing else."

"Nothing else." Jason parroted back.

"Now go little fairy boy. We'll see each other again soon."

"Okay." Jason walked, like a zombie, back into the house.

"Now Sharon," Andre turned back to the silent woman, "you and Jason had sex." He wrinkled his nose just at the thought of it. "And then you decided to go home. You won't remember anything of me at all. Though," Andre paused with a smirk, "you will have a dream about Vampires, and how exciting it will be to offer your blood to them. Now be on your way girl."

In the same trance-like manner as Jason, she stood from the old chair and proceeded off the porch and into her truck, not looking back as she pulled away. Andre was left alone on the little porch, still feeling the glee of the fairy blood in his system. But he did not let it affect his judgment. He had to return to Sophie Ann, and there was just enough time to do it. So with the calculating grin on his face Andre began to run, confident of his renewed favor in Sophie Ann's eyes, and of his new mission to cultivate the people of Bon Temps.