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Let It R O C K, The Sun sparkled in the sky like a discoball and shined through the three windows of the Marsh bedroom. The warm light gleamed upon a young man past out on the crimson carpet of the room. This young man happen to be Fred Jason Marsh, the third son of the unfortunate Marsh family. Also known as, Freddie the party animal. And a party animal he was, that's why Fred's past out. Last night, the sixteen year old was invited to a club for people who were twenty and up. The owners of the club said of he came to be the DJ, they'll let him pass as a legal adult and allow him to drink how many he wants with. Knowing Fred, he had to add something else to the deal, free drinks. Accepted, Fred became the DJ for the club and caused the people to dance like they never danced before.
xxxxxxxxxx Freddie's room was surrounded by instruments like a drumset, two eletric keyboards, a big stereo with loud speakers, and a eletric guitar. Being a Disc Jockey, he needed a lot more instruments but the ones in his room helped him compose great music. Not only was Freddie good at being DJ, but dancing as well. Since a little kid, the boy loved to dance. His first was the moonwalk. Back then, he would only dance in his room or with his sisters since if his real father saw him, who knows what he'll do.
xxxxxxxxxx The song 'This Is How We Do It' by Montell Jordan rang through his now buzzing pocket. The buzzing was disturbing the biy's sleep and he slowly opened his eyes. It took him a few seconds to know that his cellphone was the one singing, so he groaned a bit, his head spinning due to the mixed drinks from last night. "H-hello?" Fred answered, still laying on his back and his arm shielding his face from the bright Sun. Yelling came from the otherside, his ex-girlfriend sounding upset because he hasn't answered her calls since Sunday. Didn't he tell her that he wanted to see other people? The more yelling was his answer. Guess he forgot. "Yyyeeaahh, . . . Bye." Freddie hung up and dropped the arm that was holding the cellphone onto the carpet. He laid there for a couple of minutes and then got up to take a shower. After that, he threw on some smokey gray jeans, a plain white shirt with a V-neck, and some slippers. Opening the door from his room, the third son of the Marsh family walked down towards the kitchen while hearing wheezing. Right away the boy knew who that was.
xxxxxxxxxx "Morning." Freddie said with a sniff of his nose. His forest green eyes landed on his older sister by a couple of months and walked towards her. He hated seeing her like this. "You okay, Lex?" Fred asked, very gentlely patting her back. He was going ask her if she needed a refill of her inhaler and that gladly get it for her but he noticed her inhaler in her hand. Sometimes that thing was useless to her. "Try to regain your breathing calmly, alright? Don't be afraid." Fred adviced, trying to assure her that nothing bad was going to happen. The boy then made his way to the counter near the fridge to grab a bowl of fruity pebbles.

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xxxxxxxxx The reflection of New York sunlight shined upon the beautifully polished, medium blue four-door 1967 Chevy Impala as it wheeled to the right and made a hault infront of Waverly High. Now curious eyes were upon the gorgeous car. Great, just great, the sixteen year old thought, lifting his head from leaning against the glass window and then turning to face his father. The young boy was hoping not to have too much attention on him for being new and all. It is a waste of time to chat and make friends since a week or two from now, Logan Winchester will be back on the road. That's how life is with the Winchesters. Hopping from state to state, sleeping in motels, eating frozen meals, listening to mixtapes of music back in the old days, and hunting animals.
xxxx Logan's father yanked the shift-gear from D mode to P and leaned back onto his seat. His right arm extended and rested on the passanger seat's left shoulder. "All set kid? Got your notebooks, penicals, and . . ." Logan interrupted his father after nodding several times to have him drop him off and drive off. "Yeah. Lunch money and everything." His father snuffled lightly with a soft smile. The arm resting on the seat's shoulder stretched it's fingers to mess with Logan's bronze and fluffy hair. "Well, you know where to go after school?"
xxxx "5742 La Push Avenue, . . . Unit Thirty-nine?" Logan replied after shuffling in the pockets of his jeans, searching for the piece of paper with the address his father wrote down. Nodding once, the boy's father patted his shoulder. "Bobby has everything set for you. Food, money, clothes. Don't go wasting that money, kid, I know I said I was gunna be gone for two weeks but you know these jobs tend to last more."
xxxx "Why can't I come with you?"
xxxx "Because this case is too dangerous for you. Plus, education matters the most. Go before you're late for class." Once giving Logan another pat on the shoulder, Logan grabbed his forest green backpack and stepped out of the Chevy Impala. He stood infront of the many curious eyes, along with whispers of wondering who the boy was, that were now annoying him. He hated being the center of attention, it made him a nervous wreck. Before taking a quick sigh and started up the steps of the school, Logan turned back when he heard his father's voice. "Be . . . Be Good kid." with that, he drove off.
xxxx It's amazing how much people stop and stare, the russet skin boy grumply thought as he walked down the crowded halls. It was second semester for this school, and near summer vacation. Not really a good time to be new at the school, the teachers give you a hard to time and expect you to know everything by the Finals. Waverly . . .What kind of name is that for a high school?, another thought entered his mind after taking a right into another hallway, following the directions of the school map they gave him. The bell rang loudly through the halls, the students heading to their classes in haste. Crap! Logan mentally cursed and scanned the numbers of the rooms franticly. It took him a few minutes to arrive to his algebra class. After reading his slip, the teacher gave him a look and so did his new classmates. "Alright sit down." Mr. Reamus said, gentlely pushing the new boy to his new seat.
xxxx When Logan took a seat, some blonde infront of him turned her head to him, waved, and gave winked at him. She turned away once a girl walked in. "Alex Russo. Late Again?" the teacher called out. The girl took a seat across Logan, "Hi." Logan gave a soft nod, his way of saying hello, and then paid attention to the teacher. "Ahem-ahem." Mr. Reamus cleared his throat, "Good morning my young, . . . scholars. Today we are being graced by a new class member who actually knows how to count." his eyes landed on Logan, and the boy slowly tried to hide away behind the blonde's big head. "Everyone, say hello to Logan Winchester."
xxxx "Hi Logan."
xxxx "He's cute." some of the girls said.

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Jesse James Tybalt

xxxxxxxx The soothing playing of Ave Maria by Beethoven echoed through the quiet halls of the forced to be called 'Home Sweet Home' on Alcatraz island. Jesse James Tybalt rested on his rectangular bed, arms laced behind his head and legs crossed. A small smirk played his face as he imagined the powers he will soon be possessing. Yes, he did have a power but it's not fully controlled yet. Jesse's power is to be able to influence and control the minds of others, and if he knew how to use it perfectly, Jesse would have been off of this island years ago. He thought about having pyrokinesis, creating fire at his will and burning anyone that goes against him. He thought about having death stares or something like Medusa, leaving his victims paralyzied. Maybe going back in time and altering history. Anything just as long it makes him powerful and unstoppable.
xxxxxxxx Still blasting Ave Maria to the point where Jesse could wake his cell-neighbors, Beethoven, piano, and violin wasn't his only type of music. He also likes listening to hardcore eletric guitar strumming, ear-popping drum beating, and singers that SCREAM! infront of the microphone. Rob Zombie is his top favorite. Metallica is okay, he only likes "Enter Sandman". The music changed to 5th Symphony, Jesse sitting up and getting out of bed, not to turn off the outrageously loud song, but just to stretch and get ready for the day.
xxxxxxxx As Jesse washed his face, the young seventeen year old remembered the day he first arrived to this hellhole. He was only fourteen and oldest one of the 'Perfects'. Jesse wasn't that older than the kids but he was still made as the 'Big Brother' for the brats. Anyways, Jesse James Tybalt was from a small town in England. He was the middle child of two annoying parents and his brothers were morons. I guess you can say, Jesse despised his family. On a Thursday afternoon, Jesse stumbled upon an American scientist who was studing God knows what with British scientists. The American was the first to witness Jesse's mind trick during a game of Chess. Finding it very interesting, he brought the young lad here.
xxxxxxxx Pulling a plain white shirt on, a tap was made at the barred door of Jesse's cell. "Feeding time." said the secuirty guard with a teasing smirk. Jesse gave a menacing chuckle, "Do you sleep with that helmet too?" he chuckled some more, remembering the days he messed with his mind and made the secuirty guard give himself wedgies. "Shut up, lab rat. Out you go." Jesse was still chuckling has he walked out of his cell.

BOW DOWN To The Next Mad Jim Jaspers

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Fresh summer air greeted Irish lad, Samson Lebeau, after hopping off the train once it came to a hault. His eyes squinted at the brightness of the sun, causing him to use a hand as a shield. Of course in Ireland, there was plenty of sun, but since he's been on that train for hours, his eyes has gotten use to not being in shining light. With his hand blocking the sun, Samson searched for his relatives who invited him to America for the summer. He could feel the excitement conquering the exhaustion inside of him just thinking about how much fun and expierences he'll have here. Plus, of all the pictures he'll take. Photography was his passion and that's what he'll be doing all summer.
xxxxxxxxxxxx"Oui, Sammy!" a familiar voice called out from the crowd. With a smile all ready on his face, Samson's forest green eyes scanned the train station for his caller. "Sammy! ova here boy!" now a group of voices were calling out his name while the seventeen year old turned to the right, finally spotting them. His smile turned into a grin as he made his way towards them. "Cousin Barry, Aunt Laura!" Samson embraced the two into a group hug. After the big hug, his cousin Barry gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. "My, have you grown. You are not the little annoying imp who use to follow me around anymore." he teased, ruffling Samson's bronze with a slight rust hair. After bickering childishly, the three drove down to the country side that was four miles away from the train station. The young Irish did have to admit, he was astonished by how pleasant the place looked. He heard from a couple of friends that America wasn't all that great, but to him, it didn't look boring or dull at all. Pulling up at a small two story house, Samson saw his other cousin, Ginny, guide her uncle out of the house to greet him. His uncle became deaf a couple years back, following the two Irish grandfathers who also became deaf in their years. It was a possibility that either Ginny, Barry, Samson, or Samson's siblings would also pursue in becoming hearing-impaired. The young lad hugged his uncle tightly and used sign language to communicate with him.
xxxxxxxxxxxxAfter unpacking his stuff and dividing the room with Barry, Samson set off to wander around the property with Maxi, the family's golden retriever, and his camera.

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xxxxxxxxWind whooshed rapidly through the dark forest. A shady figure that sprinted after a small brown and oval ball shook the trees as it past by. With the sun setting, it was starting to be impossible to see, but this figure dodged every branch with poise. Even the figure's own footsteps were too graceful and not one twig on the ground was snapped. The football broke out of the forest trees and cut through the cloudy sky. It hovered for two seconds and then was suddenly tackled by the shady figure that had leapt out of no where. The two dropped down into the sea of trees, and once again, the thick branches failed to hit the figue. This was a daily routine for Irish vampire, Samson Barry Fitzgerald. Playing football out in the woods in a very chilly day was a way for him to just relax. Though, he also would relax with his gorgeous wife in their cozy, little library room and just listening to her read would drive his annoying headaches away. However, Samson, being the atheltic type, decided to run around and have his heart pumping mad. If he had a heart that is. Which he doubt it. If Samson did have one, he wouldn't feel like a walking freezer. That's what he missed about being human. He missed being warm, being able to sleep, and being able to die naturally.

xxxxxxxx A small chuckle left the young man's pale lips as he twirled the football in his hands. Samson was a very dynamic guy. He was full of energy, enthusiasm, and had a sense of purpose to be able to get things going and done. He was a bit childlike to put things short. That's why Samson was more like a brother in his coven instead of a father like he should be. He was playful and fraternal with Orisis and Rosalinda. In spite of this, Samson's fatherly side would only show when he becomes protective and concerned over the two. When around Katharina, Samson can be quite a Romeo. He was always so passionate towards her. He was insanely inlove with her, ever since he was human, but . . . Lately, she's been a bit mysterious, like she was keeping something away from him knowing. Or maybe he was just thinking too much. Like now.

xxxxxxxx Samson sighed, a small cool cloud flowing out of his mouth. His forest green eyes glanced at the sky, noticing the sun has disappeared behind the dark woods. His eyes then drifted at his golden watch on his left wrist and immediately felt like he was going to have a heart attack. If he had one of course. "My goodness how time flies fast. Katharina will definately have my head once I arrive home!" with that, Samson darted off into the blanket of fog. Eight hours was awfully a long time for him to be out of the house. Usually he was back before the children returned home from school. As he sprinted his way to the manor, the sound of a car accelerating on the dirt path that lead to vampire mansion. Right away Samson knew it was Osiris. It had to be. The boy had a need for speed. Samson wasn't a big fan of mordern day technology like his wife. He liked to do things the old fashioned way. "I guess I'm not the only one who's going to be decapitated." the Irish joked. Of course, his wife wouldn't do such a thing but she was the woman of the house. Deciding that there was no need to run anymore, Samson slowed into a walk.
xxxxxxxx Reaching the enormous mansion, Samson brushed the sleeves of his onyx cotton collar jacket that was over a voile sport shirt, fixed his black tie, and walked in. "Sorry for being late. I was out playing catch." he stated after closing the large door behind him.