"There has
got to be something wrong with your brain." The petite femme grumbled in her thick Irish accent, vibrant green-yellow eyes staring at the ridiculous reflection the mirror presented. She was never one to argue about anything. She was more of a 'Oh, let's see what kind of shit my friends can get me into today' kind of girl. Hell, she was usually the one who got her and her friends
out of the trouble. But this.
This was too far over the top.
"Maybe you're not in danger, but Mari, I'm a faery. Vampires eat us like we're the rarest treat in the world. Kind of the reason I'm one of the last couple, possibly the last one, in the whole world. And you want me to risk my life because of your obsession with some creepy, immortal, cold-hearted, vampire?"
Mari didn't say anything, just kept her large hazel eyes locked on the faery's glowing ones. "San. Come one. Don't be a baby. We'll douse you with perfume, give you a few shots of rum, and you'll be set! Besides, do you
really think he'll pick you out of the dozens of people backstage?" Sansa glared, eyes narrowed like a lion watching an antelope.
"I think there's something wrong with your brain. Seriously, is it broken?" Mari laughed and shook her head.
Night came, and the two parked stepped out of the old Jeep, Sansa and Marissa both dressed in clothes that were too dark and too... out of the ordinary. Sansa was normally one to wear dresses and walk around barefoot, careful not to let her wings show, but tonight, a black corset, fishnet gloves and stockings, a plaid mini-skirt and black stiletto heels adorned her body, complete with red eyeshadow and thick black eyeliner. Not her style, but then again, what she wore was never an option. Especially when it came to Marissa and her obsessions.
As they approached the back stage door, Sansa moved in closer to her friend, chestnut hair billowing behind her. "Remind me to strangle you when we get home."The young fae whispered, wings tingling under the tight corset. How truly horribly uncomfortable it was. Mari bounded into the large room, taking a seat on the nearest red couch, pulling the brown haired girl down beside her. "And how exactly did you get these backstage passes? Who'd you screw to acquire these?" But Marissa said nothing, just smiled innocently.
Compared to everyone in the room, Sansa looked the oddest. Her skin was too pale and clear, eyes were too green, and her body movements suggested something that wasn't quite human. "Dude, relax. Stop acting so... you." But her heart beat far too fast for her to calm down. Like a hummingbird was flying around in her chest. Her breasts raised and fell too fast, too deep, too... something not quite human. "We really shouldn't have come. He's going to know. Even if I don't smell like me, you smell like me. You have to remember that you live with a faery, Mari. Vampires and fae don't get along. I mean, there's still time to leave! We can go clubbing, or-" The music ended and the group of girls and guys all started getting giddy, whispering among each other.
"He's coming. He's coming back here. We get to meet him!" But Sansa remained frozen, sitting there like stone, watching the door, horrified at what would be standing with her in a matter of moments.
"I seriously, am going to slit your throat if I make it out of here."