Scars (Matt).
*Takes place after the most current plot*

Matt had spent a lot of time at Shelly's place, but she'd never been to his.  She knew where it was but it always just seemed easier for Matt to pop by her place with their mutual weird hours.  Matt also had an uncanny ability to 'just be in the neighborhood' with cheeseburgers from Mac's.  It was nice and made her feel really comfortable.  There hadn't been too many solo nights, but Shelly'd gotten to where she felt good about being alone again.   Dracula's creepy card had set her off, but things had evened backout.

Until the shenanigans with Greg.  That had not only been infuriating because Greg was a friend, but it had also rattled Shelly.  Dracula was screwing with all her friends, it seemed and the more she thought about it, the more the fading scars on her throat seemed to hurt.  Shelly couldn't sleep for the ache, for thinking about it, for getting pissed off and also for being scared.  After restlessly trying to sleep for a few hours she finally gave up, got dressed, and headed down to Matt's.

The irony that she was going to Dracula's son at two in the morning for solace didn't escape her.