Andrew knocked on the apartment door, Sam welcoming him in with a grin. 

"Percy's still in her room." Sam said, walking further into the apartment. "Just a warning, she had a back up outfit for you incase she didn't like your costume." 

"Really?" Andrew chuckled to himself. "In my defense, I ran out of time. I had another idea but just didn't get it done." He ran a hand through his blonde curls while smiling sheepishly. 

"I know Andrew. You usually show up here fit to go to Comic-Con." Sam waved him off and Andrew knocked on Percy's bedroom door. 

Only to be pulled in by a hand, yanked off his feet, and the door slammed shut behind him. 

"What the hell?" Andrew barked as he caught himself. He looked up and his grey eyes grew three times larger. Percy was standing in front of him, hair down and perfectly messy. She had a black veil pinned to her hair, tiny fake jewels making it look like a spider's web. The dress she wore was black, tattered, and only just graced her mid-thigh, the top cut in a sweet-heart neckline. Her shoes, heels with straps, climbed her calves almost to her knees. 

Her make up made her look like she had tear tracks down her cheeks, her skin paler than normal. The only color where her lips, such a dark red it was almost black. 

God help him. 

When she smiled, Andrew saw the fangs she had used. Not the cheap ones Thalen had shown him, but the ones that actually attached to your teeth. 

"What the hell are you wearing?" Percy sniggered. Her eyeliner was smudged, but still managed to look fantastic. "Doesn't matter," She sighed and moved to her bed, picking up the clothes that sat on top of her blankets. "Change into these." 

"Wh-wh-what?" Andrew couldn't speak clearly, his head muddled and breathing fast. Damn those shoes, damn that dress, damn this whole night. 

"Change, Wise Guy. If you're taking me to Peter's party I'm not having you where that monstrosity of a pun." Percy opened her bedroom door and shoved him through it, moving him towards the bathroom. "Come on, just go change!" His steps were heavy, being shoved back and unable to think. 

From down the hall Andrew could sort-of hear two people laughing, but that was not the priority for him right now. 

He had to spend all night around her, dressed like that. 

Fuck. 

Percy finally shoved him into the bathroom and he stumbled a bit. 

When she closed the door in his face, Andrew turned to the sink and splashed cold water over his face and neck. He had dumped the clothes on the floor, running water over his face the only thing he could think about. 

Andrew finally calmed down, but his blood still pounded in his ears. 

Why? Why did this have to happen to him? 

He would have to spend all night with her like that-

They were going to a party. Other people would be there. People they didn't know. People that might see Percy and . . . Oh god, what was he going to do if someone hit on her? If? No, more like when! 

Fuck! 

He muttered the word to himself over and over again as he got dressed. Not really thinking about the black clothes, just having the image of her playing back in his mind. 

However, when he finished dressing, he knew what the costume she had handed him was. 

The black dress shirt was his size, ripped and torn. The matching dress pants also were ripped and torn. His shoes had scratches and one had a hole. In the stack was a bow tie, pre-tied, but cut so he couldn't really wear it. Only sling it over his neck. 

He sighed, grabbing up his old clothes and left the safety of the bathroom. 

Percy smiled at him, and he trained his eyes on what he thought would be the safest place, her feet. But those feet only led to those legs . . . He was in so much trouble, so much goddamned trouble . . . 

"There we go, now for makeup." Percy pulled a distracted Andrew back into her room and sat him down at her desk chair. She picked up different things, brushing them along Andrew's face. He never spoke, not trusting his voice not to break. "Now the fangs are a little tricky so open wide." Andrew listened, his eyes going to the ceiling, thankful that he wasn't looking straight forward as she bent over to apply the fangs.  

It didn't take very long, but then Percy went to his hair, using different products to make his golden curls messy but still look good. Finally she pinned his bowtie to his shirt so it would fall. "Finished!" 

Andrew peeled his eyes away from Percy's collarbones to look at himself in the mirror. 

Percy had rimmed his eyes with red, the same way hers were, as if he had been crying. She had even made his skin paler and used pale lipstick to change his lips as if he was dead. He had red dribbling down his chin, probably to go with the puncture wounds on Percy's neck that red blossomed from. 

A vampire bride and groom. 

That's what they were. 

Andrew bit back a curse as Percy wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned forward. 

"What do you think? Much better than a pun." Her green eyes were alight with playfulness. Would they still be playful if she knew how tight a leash he was keeping himself on? How he had to clench his hands into fists to keep his fingers from grapping her chin and just figuring out how much this makeup can really stand? 

"Much better." He joked, his voice a little bit rougher than usual. He swallowed the lump in his throat and tried again. "I ran out of time for mine, so a pun it was. So glad I can rely on you to make sure I have a decent costume." Andrew poked her in the side, she swatted his hand as she grinned. 

"Let's go then!" Percy grabbed his hand and dragged him out. 

Sam and Paula where grinning, insisting on having pictures. When Percy wrapped her arms around Andrew's neck and hugged him close, he had to fight to smile. Andrew went as far as to send pleading eyes to the two adults, knowing they must know that right now . . . he needed help. 

But Paula only asked for a bad prom photo pose. Making him have to wrap his arms around Percy's waist, hold her to him. 

They could finally leave, and Andrew made sure to walk a little ahead of Percy so he could catch his breath. 

Oh he was so fucked.