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Go check out the amazing Candyfloss and Lace fic: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8432236/chapters/19318318

A huge thank you to @three-legged-cow for our latest set of Candyfloss cast portraits and for bringing the band to life!

(Sombra normally works off a stack of synthesizers rather than the keytar and Jamie has a larger kit, but hey, club shows.)

and of course, it’s not a band without a faithful (and long suffering) Roadie.

Lena looked at herself in the bathroom mirror and frowned as she tugged at her forelock. “I still can’t decide if I actually like this.”

The singed and burnt mess of her hair had been damaged enough that she’d decided to shave her head down to the scalp and slowly regrow it back beneath a wig until she could put it back into her old style. When she’d gone to have a new dye job done, though, her stylist had insisted that she ought to try something new instead of the usual pink. She’d considered a few options, and finally settled on what she had thought would be a shimmering silver, but the white base tended to come through more under most lighting.

“The silvery bits are nice, but more I look at it, the more I feel like I look a bit old.”

“Give it a chance, chérie.” Amélie appeared behind her, halfway into the outfit she’d picked out for the evening. “I think it looks very good on you.” Leaning in, she lightly kissed the freshly shaven side of her lover’s head. “Besides, you are more than two hundred years old.”

Lena stuck out her tongue at both their reflections. “I should never have let you get me that ‘unbirthday’ cake.”

Amélie smirked. “I thought you would appreciate me indulging your ridiculous sweet tooth.”

“The cake itself was fine. It was the candles that were a bit much.” Lena leaned back, letting her head rest against Amélie’s chest. “But I suppose it wasn’t all bad…”

“Mm. The party was quite fun. I think Athena has finally started to like you.”

Lena giggled. “And all I had to do was kill you!”

Amélie rolled her eyes. “We should get dressed.”

So. Yeah. Six months and 20 chapters later, here we are. :)

Here’s one last art update (for now) from @three-legged-cow of our special guest stars.

Amélie swallowed another mouthful of blood, but it did nothing to ease the hunger. If anything, it made her need stronger, as if she’d tried to douse a fire with gasoline.

Lena drew her wrist back, and Amélie groaned with frustration as she watched the wound close.

“I know,” Lena murmured to her as she shifted around against her, “I know…your stomach isn’t really meant for this anymore.”  Lena’s irises were still red as she met her lover’s gaze, and Amélie realized she could notice several slightly different shades that she’d never been able to make out before. She wanted to look deeper into Lena’s eyes, to try to look for more details she’d been unable to observe, but with each breath she took there was a painful twisting sensation inside of her, making her cry out in pain as the gnawing hunger grew more intense with each passing moment.

“You need to feed properly. The first time isn’t fun at all,” Lena explained softly, “but after this it’ll be a bit like having your ears pierced. Channels that make it easier. But this time it will hurt, ok?”

Amélie nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

! Angela !

03:58

Hello, schatz. Are you done at Amélie’s apartment?

Just about.

Everything lines up with the information I’ve gotten from the L’Enfer employees and what Amélie could provide.

Are you still at Lena’s?

Yes, but we may be leaving soon.

By any chance did any of the men you arrested have IDs from the area around Bridge and Water streets in dumbo?

…

What are you doing right now, Angela?

Well, we were talking to Amelie about what happened.

“We”

Winston and Athena and two of the bar staff – Aleksandra and Hana – came over to stay with Amélie for a bit.

And apparently Hana knows a few things about that area, and when Amélie mentioned the uneven block streets she got a…well. She called it a ‘vibe’. She thinks the place Amélie was taken might be somewhere in that part of the borough.

Angela.

You are a doctor. Not a cop.

Officially I should be telling ALL of you to be going back to Lena’s right now and STAYING there.

And unofficially?

It might be good for me to follow up leads in that area.

There’s a parking garage at Front and Washington. Meet me there.

A few people were wondering what Athena looks like in her marble form....

It is weird, Hana thought to herself, that nobody’s around.

She’d tried to put the thought out of her mind – there were a lot of reasons most of these creeps weren’t around – but at the same time Hana couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.

Despite her worries she was able make her way to the push button for the door without running into anyone else, only to get her bad vibe confirmed by the sound of voices near the entrance they’d used to come in.

“Pearson? Pearson? Where’d you go?”

“Might be taking a shit.”

“You want to tell Lacroix or the Father that someone got in here – especially when we’re supposed to be watching for that French chick – because he couldn’t hold it for five minutes?”

Hana smirked from where she’d ducked behind a wooden crate. I guess that’s my cue.

Dashing to the door, she slapped the “OPEN” button, and there was a loud groan as the motor cranked up, the metal slats of the door clattering as they rose and clapped together.

As soon as the door was high enough for her to get through she bolted, with a startled shout of “HEY!” coming from where two more of the Saint George guys had been trying to figure out where their buddy wen

She’d nearly made it to the end of the driveway, planning to round the corner and jump into Angela’s car like they’d planned, when a hand grabbed the base of her tails and yanked on them sharply, making her scream as much from the unexpected contact as the pain, then tackled her roughly to the ground.

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