Starting To Learn I May Never Be Free

Going to a vampire’ s Halloween party was definitely something her father would never have approved of. Still, she figured, since he was a murder suspect she was technically being useful. While she didn’t consider herself to be much of a hunter in the way that her father was, she did know there was now a threat in Fairview that she had to deal with.

She’d never been allowed to go trick-or-treating as a girl, and dressing up had been impractical to her family. She had no time to waste being foolish, they’d scolded her one year when she’d begged them to let her go trick-or-treating like the other kids, when monsters used this night as an excuse to go hunting. She hated that- and so as silly as she felt dressing up in costume when she was nearly thirty, she decided to do it anyways. She wore a pointed red had, and a blue cape with a red inside and gold buttons fastening it. While she would probably be mistaken for a gnome, she’d actually dressed as Wirt - a character from her favorite cartoon.

“Hm?” Lilith turned to face Andrew as he tapped her shoulder. Her eyes fell on the kids. “Oh! Actually, I do.”

She reached into her bag and pulled out a box of bagged candies. She knelt on the ground and held it out for the trick-or-treaters to take from.

“Thanks for letting me know.” Lilith said, putting the box back in her bag as the kids walked off. “I was kind of spaced out there.”

THE  WOMAN  NEXT  TO  HIM  —  dressed  in  a  costume  that  andrew  thought  clashed  hilariously  —  was  apparently  much  kinder  than  he  was.  more  thoughtful  too,  apparently,  carrying  around  sweets  for  the  kids.  he  offered  her  a  grin.  “ what  a  good  fairy  godmother  you  are, ”  he  replied,  watching  her  interact  with  the  kid  dressed  as  a  little  devil  and  his  little  angel  counterpart.  for  a  second,  he  wondered  how  funny  it  would  be  for  him  and  yuri  to  pull  that  idea  off.  he  laughed,  earning  a  confused  look  from  the  kids.

a  wave  of  a  hand  dismissed  their  attention,  though.  or  well,  andrew  opted  to  turn  his  attention  back  to  the  woman  by  his  side.  upon  further  scrutiny,  it  seemed  like  he  still  didn’t  recognize  her,  but  that  wasn’t  odd  for  him.  not  many  came  into  his  circle.  he  cocked  his  head  to  the  side  as  he  addressed  her.  “ perhaps  you  should’ve  dressed  as  one.  it’d  be  fitting, ”  andrew  offered,  partly  as  a  joke  and  partly  a  question  about  her  outfit.  “ then  again,  whatever  this  is  you’re  donning  may  just  fit  lucien’s  idea  of  wild  circus  better.  you  know  the  host? ”

“That’s mighty brave to claim you’re immortal when decapitation can kill you,” Billie replied shortly. “Gotta know arrogance like that just attracts bad shit.”

“So what are you dressed as anyways?” She questioned, raising a brow. “Or are you just goth?”

Lucien’ s party was…. interesting, to say the least. It wasn’t like any party she’d ever been to - though that wasn’t saying much since she’d never been to many parties.

She sat on a small stool, anxiously bouncing her leg and occasionally drinking from a flask she’d brought with her. Her pointed hat sat on the floor by her feet and her eyes glitter across the room as if making a mental map of everyone present.

She smiled at the person approaching her, quickly swallowing her drink in order to greet them- which wound up sending her into a brief coughing fit. “Sorry,” she apologized between coughs, wrist covering her might as she gave a sheepish smile. “Swallowed my drink wrong.”

the vampire was dressed as the ringmaster to his very own circus of freaks , a top hat on his head and a whip hanging from his belt. he was weaving in and out of the mass of people congregated in his home for the party he had thrown in celebration of halloween just like he would have if he wasn’t a suspect in the murder of a vanderbilt. he knew people would come , because what better thrill than attending a potential dangerous killer vampire’s party on all hallow’s eve ? 

She sat on a small stool, anxiously bouncing her leg and occasionally drinking from a flask she’d brought with her. Her pointed hat sat on the floor by her feet and her eyes glitter across the room as if making a mental map of everyone present.

He thanked the fact that his presence wasn’t required in the coven, but it wouldn’t be for long, so he had to enjoy it as much as he could. He joined a group of people and went door by door asking for candy. He loved Halloween because for one night, he could be normal, he didn’t have to be the weird kid of the black house, he wasn’t “the son of those demon people” even though he was a witch as well.

Counting his candy, he ended up losing his group and all by himself in a dark area of Frenchtown, looking around, mask still on, he felt the chills run all over his body.

            “Uh… hello?”, he spoke quietly after spotting someone. It probably wasn’t safe, it could be a very hungry vampire or a not-so-friendly wolf, maybe a… resentful fae? But his feet were already dragging him there, convincing him that someone ( no matter how dangerous ) was better than being alone there in the dark. “H— hey, nice costume!”

Turning on the spot, she relaxed when hearing his words. “Oh, thanks! I like your Spiderman costume.”

so  here  he  was,  standing  in  line  for  another  party  in  town  and  watching  little  kids  in  their  tiny  costumes  hold  out  baskets  and  look  up  at  him  and  all  the  other  adults  with  those  pitiful  eyes.  he  tapped  the  person  next  to  him  before  pointing  at  a  kid  in  devil’s  horns.  “ got  any  spare  candies?  that  kid  over  there  looks  like  a  really  sad  devil,  don’t  you  think? ”

She'd never been allowed to go trick-or-treating as a girl, and dressing up had been impractical to her family. She had no time to waste being foolish, they'd scolded her one year when she'd begged them to let her go trick-or-treating like the other kids, when monsters used this night as an excuse to go hunting. She hated that- and so as silly as she felt dressing up in costume when she was nearly thirty, she decided to do it anyways. She wore a pointed red had, and a blue cape with a red inside and gold buttons fastening it. While she would probably be mistaken for a gnome, she'd actually dressed as Wirt - a character from her favorite cartoon.

"Hm?" Lilith turned to face Andrew as he tapped her shoulder. Her eyes fell on the kids. "Oh! Actually, I do."

She reached into her bag and pulled out a box of bagged candies. She knelt on the ground and held it out for the trick-or-treaters to take from.

“Alright, just a second.” Lilith tried to say cheerfully, falling just short. Thankfully, actually fetching the drink meant she didn’t have to talk as much.

Serving it was another matter, as she slid the drink to the new costumer Lilith’s eyes fell on the bandage. “You’re hand alright there?” She asked, nodding towards the bloody hand. “What, did ya get in a fight?”

“I don’t think he’s in.” Lilith informed Josephine with her best costumer service smile. “But I can get you your drink.”

Back turned to grab a glass, Lilith rolled her eyes to herself. She wasn’t getting paid to deal with petty feuds, but god if she didn’t have to deal with about a thousand in this fucking town. If she wanted to see adults snark at eachother, she’d still be living with her parents.

Sliding the drink across the bar to Josephine, Lilith put her smile back in place. “Will that be all?”

Lilith really should know better than to show up to her shift at the bar hungover. Unfortunately, she was an idiot. She groaned as one of the rowdier patrons started shouting again, dropping her head in her hands. At least the lights in The Den were dim- a small mercy.

She lifted her head at the sound of approaching footsteps, and drew herself up to full height behind the bar.

“Good afternoon,” She greeted the newcomer “or evening? What can I get for you.”

Back turned to grab a glass, Lilith rolled her eyes to herself. She wasn't getting paid to deal with petty feuds, but god if she didn't have to deal with about a thousand in this fucking town. If she wanted to see adults snark at eachother, she'd still be living with her parents.

Lilith really should know better than to show up to her shift at the bar hungover. Unfortunately, she was an idiot. She groaned as one of the rowdier patrons started shouting again, dropping her head in her hands. At least the lights in The Den were dim- a small mercy.

She lifted her head at the sound of approaching footsteps, and drew herself up to full height behind the bar.

“Good afternoon,” She greeted the newcomer “or evening? What can I get for you.”

when arabella wanted to drink , but in a place that felt more comfortable and relaxed than her place of work she found herself at the den. she was off today and the halliwell house was dry , so instead of dragging ass to a nearby gas station to purchase cheap swill to drink alone she figured she’d head to town to drink cheap swill in a public space. she hadn’t left her home in near twenty four hours , she figured she needed the human contact so to speak. 

          from  across  the  table,     a  guest  manages  to  carry  a  conversation  well  enough  (  albeit  drunkenly  )  but  fails  to  incite  any  further  entertainment.  the  blond’s  gaze  flickers  across  the  room,  his  attention  elsewhere  as  the  other  prattles  on  about  recent  events  of  the  town.       there,     to  the  left,     he  catches  sight  of  someone  appearing  strangely  odd  amongst  the  regular  clients  in  the  dance  floor.     and  sure  enough,     dion  sets  his  drink  aside  and  excuses  himself  before  sauntering  over  to  be  introduced.

She grimaced at his approach, mouth drawing a tight line across her face as her brows furrowed in discomfort. Hating with every fiber of her being the way he walked around her, it took every ounce of self-control not to follow the instinct screaming at her to fight.

"Yup, I'm new." She confessed tensly. "Also gay, so I think you've misinterpreted this."

“Oh no!” Lilith’s hands cover her mouth, half laughing and half grimacing. “I’m so sorry is there anything I can do?”