“My Larry." She whispered the two words and I heard her voice without that feral taint to it for the first time since we saw the moon hanging overhead.

"You're still my Jenny, right?"

“Always. Forever.”

She lifted her head up to look at me again and I saw her blink as the usual expression poured back into her formerly ravenously intense gaze.

She seemed oddly content, given the circumstances

“Let's go get drunk." She suggested as she stepped back and tugged me to stand before her.

“First, we should probably fix our make-up." I lifted her hands to my lips and kissed the back of each before letting her go and turning to grasp my cape and cast it over my shoulders. Thankfully it was dry and only needed a few Leaves stroking out of its folds before I was looking like a half-decent copy of Bela Lugosi again.

“You've got some of me on your lips."

I had no idea how close I'd come to that being a much more severe statement than it was.

“My fangs are pooped." She bent over to pluck the plastic fake canines out of the dirt where they'd landed and then snagged her bag to lift the strap over her shoulder.

“You can use mine. I look scary enough without them." I walked back over to her and unlocked the final shackle that was still Latched onto her right wrist. I thought about replacing them inside my cloak but since I didn't want to feel them weighing against my back all night, I threw them onto the bench instead so they could rust along with it.

“Aren't you going to keep them?"

“I'd rather never look at the things again, now that we know you're ok." I slipped my hand into hers and we started the walk towards the party.

“We could make some nice memories with them." She placed her other hand upon mine and followed along with a little smirk on her face.

“I'LL buy you some more comfortable fluffy handcuffs for your birthday.

We can make some nice memories with those instead."

“Ooooh! Deal!"

The party was happening at a Local pub and was already full of would-be teenage drunkards by the time we got there. The Landlord was father to one of the students and had likely made a small fortune hosting our parties over the years. It was a fair-sized place with a large drinking lounge and smallish dance floor. We slipped inside to hear the voice of

Lady Gaga and I pulled out my ID before making my way towards the bar.

We were soon intercepted as Ed popped out of the darkness and the small crowd nearby.