A Jaunt on the Midway [Molly]
The entirety of the fair was ... unsettling. But being one of the so-called creatures of the night, he hardly found it too disturbing. In fact, there was a certain comfort being near the hellmouth. He hated to refer to it as a homecoming, but that wasn't too far from the best description he could come up with. Truth be told, York gave him a fuzzy sort of warm feeling inside of him. Granted, that could have just been bloodlust, because he'd survived on nothing more than the occasional True Blood since his arrival, but Bill liked to imagine that it was more his undead connection to the demon underworld. Or whatever the hell that thing was.
The patronage at the fair was peculiar. There were quite a few mortals. He knew this by their pulsing carotids every time they passed by him and the distinctly living color in their cheeks. Unlike his own ghastly pallor. Having been a man who worked in the sun during his mortal years, one might have expected a more lively glow to his expression. But, alas, the vampiric nature seemed to win out eventually no matter what tone of epidermis one had in life. (This had been confirmed by those of African descent being turned. As they aged, they, too, took on a more pallid complexion.) Lucky for Bill, however, pale didn't look too disarming on him. And in this crowd? Hell, some of the living looked more dead than he did. Particularly the fair workers.
Assuming they were even human, at all. He stood not far from a funnel cake wagon, watching a group of teenagers attempt to solicit a larger stuffed animal prize from one of the game tents. Bill peered at the game. Knocking over stacked pins with softballs. After five minutes of observation, he could understand the frustration by the teens. The pins were unequally weighted. They'd probably never manage to knock them all over with their aim. Unless they had the strength of a major league pitcher.
And, upon closer inspection, he wasn't entirely sure that the kids really ought to have tried to get a bigger stuffed animal. Bill could have sworn he saw one of them move. And their button-eyed faces were inexplicably gruesome.
An eerie scream broke his concentration and Bill averted his attention to the ferris wheel which loomed on the other side of the fair. Bill was definitely planning on sitting that one out. He had no desire to lose what little sustenance he had in his stomach. There were a few other attractions, though, that intrigued him. This Tunnel of Terror, for one. And the House of Mirrors. There was also the task of figuring out the meaning of his curiosity token. But he had an eternity to work on that.