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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Admittedly, it had taken Sparkle longer than he would have cared to admit for him to start to fall back into his old routines. He didn't want to spend all of his time moping around the apartment, but it was difficult not to when he was still prone to jumping at shadows. But he was working his way up to it. He got that stupid monster collecting game on his phone as an excuse to go outside, but then found himself not bothering to turn it on unless he was already out there. He made a point to go outside and walk when he smoked, but stumbling over a guy on the road covered in blood the other day had kind of put a damper on the whole 'relaxing walk' deal. He'd spent a week with Minako, just letting himself be swept away by good company and the excitement of Tokyo. And today...

Today, he was going to try going back to work. There was plenty to do after a few weeks of just not being around, there were paycheques to write out, and he had orders to place. He got Atton's text somewhere in there, and it took him a couple of hours before he could settle on something to send back.

Good. Keep it that way, okay?

That should have been easier to come up with than it actually was. Shaking his head at himself, he put his phone back into his pocket and went rummaging through the pile of alterations that needed to be done for something that Ada hadn't already gotten around to.

God, it was weird to be back.

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He's only slightly out of his groove today. It's a big improvement on the past month, anyway.

Peter came in about mid-morning and looked around, both for Sparkle and in curiosity at this fairy-led, demon-led store.

And now it was owned by a fairy again!

Well, Sparkle would've bragged about it, if he was in a better frame of mind. He did blink up at Peter as he came through the door, blinking once, and then grinning faintly.

"Hey, look who's up and about," he said, nodding a hello. "Feeling better, man?"

"A bit, yeah." Peter gave him a lopsided smile back. He was completely healed and clear-headed now, if still a bit bemused. "I thought I'd get out of the room, take a look around this place you said is so weird. And maybe take you up on the offer of clothing."

"You're looking better," Sparkle decided. "The rest did you some good, anyway? How'd the clothes I bring you fit?"

He had a damn good eye for sizes, so they'd probably been fine, but he worried. Yes, even with handouts. It was the kid who had survived on handouts in him, mostly.

Peter spread his hands in answer. They fit just fine, if the shirt was a bit more snug than he usually went for.

"I could probably take you up on the offer of more, though, if it stands," he said. He sighed. "I don't know how I can pay you back, though, unless I get back home." And if he did, he probably wouldn't be coming back.

Sparkle shrugged his shoulders dismissively.

"If you stick around for a while, sooner or later you'll find the money, if you're worried about it. I'm not. I'm like the free clothes fairy. Clothes are... you know, kind of important, anyway. And this place seems to be doing well enough I can spare a few shirts and pants and pairs of underwear and things for the guy who was a bloody lump in the street two days ago."

They probably got more customers in here than some of the restaurants. Though, on the other hand, most of the people who came in here were stopping in to visit, not shop. So who knew, in the end?

"I'm probably here for a little while at least," Peter confessed. Teasing at the edge of his memory was the fact he knew how to open a portal, but it, along with so much else, was still fuzzy. "But I can't keep getting clothes from you, or staying in the hotel."

Well, shapeshifting could handle the clothes, but the more he did of that, the sooner he'd need blood, which was a problem all its own.

"Yeah, I can't really put you up in a hotel room forever, either," Sparkle admitted. "Most places around here are probably hiring, though? And roommates aren't too hard to find, if you need one. Just, like, hit one of the bars and I'm sure somebody will be able to point you to somewhere."

A thought occurred to him, "Did you, like, have a bank account wherever you came from? I mean, Fandom does have a bank, it might have access to your account. Fandom has access to a lot of weird shit you wouldn't expect it to."

Peter frowned. "I suppose I could check. I had money, if it's still there. The bank has access to other worlds?"

He took the folded island map from the hotel out of his pocket. "The bars are...which of these?"

"The bank, the post office. You could probably place a phone call, too. Fandom's... some kind of interdimensional hub... thing. I don't pretend to know what that means, entirely." Sparkle shrugged, and then leaned over the map. "There are two bars here. That one over there is Caritas. It's got a zombie band and it doesn't card minors. I think it's the more popular of the two because of that, but it means you're gonna get a few high school kids in there with you."

Because, honestly, look at these students.

"That one over there is the Devil's Nest. They do keep the minors from ordering. Eric runs the place. He's an interesting guy, if you don't mind them over a thousand years old and toothy."

Sparkle. Sparkle.

Peter was nodding at the "interdimensional hub" part - that at least did make a bit more sense. Thinking on that, working out what it might mean, he almost missed the rest.

Almost.

"...Toothy?"

"Oh, yeah, sure. Eric's a vampire. I guess he owns a club in Lousiana, too? And travels back and forth between here and there a lot. He's a pretty decent guy."

Also an excellent kisser. Top notch. Gold star. Redeeming vampires in the eye of Sparkle one drunken smooch at a time.

"...people know he's a vampire? And they're not afraid? And...he doesn't prey on people?"

Okay, those were probably related, if they were true, but Peter had only just started getting his world there, and judging by the UN's reactions, it wasn't entirely there.

"Well, he didn't seem too shy about telling me about it," Sparkle replied, scratching at the back of his neck. "But I don't think he's even the only vampire on the island. One of my teachers at the school was one, back when I was a student. And I think one of the guys running the theatre is, too."

He shrugged it off and tilted his head.

"Pretty sure they don't eat people here, anyway. An island this size, we definitely would have noticed something like that. They're probably pinching the blood bags from the clinic or just drinking Tru-Blood or something. It's easier than pissing off the locals."

That first one had been Peter's plan, yes. "...Tru-Blood?"

"Synthetic blood," Sparkle supplied. "I think both bars carry it. They might even have it at the T&C, over here. They have, like, everything except for duct tape there, for some reason."

He leaned over and pointed it out on the map.

"Good place for groceries." Even if the cheese panda was probably pitching a fit, this week.

He hesitated for a moment, and then looked back up at Peter, speculatively. The guy had healed fast. Unbelievably fast. Now his brain was ticking away, especially given the guy's immediate fixation on vampires.

"Even if the groceries you need are... you know. Minimal."

Yeah, Peter wasn't always great at subtle.

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah. That's...good to know." He shook his head, a lopsided smile that was only half humorous slipping free. "You said people here were nice. I never figured that meant so...open. Tolerant."

"Well, don't judge everyone based on me," Sparkle replied, giving Peter a wry smile. "I am an outlier and should not be counted."

Thanks for that, Spiders Georg.

"But when I say we get all types out here, I mean it. Like... unless someone is actively hurting people, sure. Let them run free. A lot of people end up here looking for second chances they wouldn't get back home. Even vampires."

Peter winced. "I'm not a vampire." Then, reluctantly, "I call my kind Shadows. A lot of the vampire myths are based on us, but they're not exactly true."

Sparkle's eyebrows raised faintly. Well, there was a new one. Sort of. He'd dated a guy who was called a Shadowhunter, once. But he was pretty sure they weren't the same thing.

"... Yeah? Because I've seen a few vampires who really live up to the myth. Must be another different reality thing."

Hell, he'd been a vampire who really lived up to the myth.

Twice.

"There are always some of those," Peter said grimly. "Unfortunately. Just like human beings, we've got capacity for good and evil both."

"Yeah, I know," Sparkle said, biting the inside of his cheek. "Been there, had that trauma."

Thanks, Fandom.

"Twice. I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt."

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