ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒ ｙｏｕｎｇ (O&F)

Excited?

You bet!	75.0%	[ 6 ]
I guess...	25.0%	[ 2 ]
It's too slow	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Isn't this thing dead yet?	0.0%	[ 0 ]
Total Votes:			[ 8 ]

[The Solo Pas De Deux]

Luna just new she looked like a white haired tomato. Red was not her color, not at all and yet people found it cute when she blushed. She watched as Dante bent to help her pick up her things before she herself began to do so as well. "I'm fine." she answered shyly, mentally smacking herself for how awkward she was. She barely noticed as he picked up the note but when he asked a question on it she paused in her movements. She gulped nervously before looking at him and shaking her head. "I don't...but it makes me nerv-EEK!" Artemis's sudden appearance made her squeal in fear. The poor girl had gotten scared by the sound of her own name. She looked up at Artemis and gave a weak glare before her gaze softened and she giggled. "I guess I really should huh?" She sat up on her knees and smoothed her skirt when Dante suddenly made a comment. About her being cute. She nearly stopped breathing. And when he stood she looked up at him through her lashes before he pulled her up. The force he used caused her to fall into his chest and she fisted his shirt, afraid to look up at him. He smelled of peppermint, smoke and oranges, a mix that was strange but in a good way. She liked it and would have been content to stay in his arms for an undetermined amount of time had she not been the shy thing she was. She jumped back, hitting the lockers as she did. "Owww..." she grumbled, rubbing her back. She took notice of Artemis' new camera and became very quiet, remembering the reason why she'd had to get a new one in the first place. She was surprised she hadn't thrown a punch in the end, but was glad she didn't. That wouldn't have ended well.
Luna was starting to relax with Dante around, until Starlie made her way over. Her friend only meant well, but she was so shy and nervous all the time that her words of encouragement made her shy. She was blushing again, and eventually she inched away from them. "Ms. Stiles wanted me to see her this morning so I gotta get going. I'll see you guys later!" she said, giving them a bright smile. She gently took her things from Dante before turning and running off to the dance room.

Ronnie watched as Bri walked off, a sneer on his face. This was not normal behavior for the boy who was often in a cheery mood even when fighting with Bri. He couldn't stand her but he was never hostile, even when it came to Derek. He had no care for her though, didn't bat an eye when she said it was not her who'd sent him the note. Instead he flipped her off as she walked away before turning around and going his own way, content to just go look for Derek. His sexy, delicious, personal jungle gym. Yeah...strictly physical relationship. But that's all they wanted from each other. Sex. Incredibly hot, wild, sex. And the ability to get into clubs. But they got help from Luna in that department seeing as how she had a...special connection. He smiled to himself, though a part of him worried over the girl. She had two jobs, one of which was less than ideal for a seventeen year old girl. But it was her choice and unless it harmed her, he wouldn't stop it.

Anyway, he eventually found Derek, with Jackson, and a thought occured. Why not invite the cocky b*****d? It would keep Artemis away if she decided to follow her friend. And he was sure the boy would have a ball looking and flirting with all the working girls. With a saucy smirk, Ronnie walked up to the two good looking rich boys, gave Derek's a** a pinch, and opened up with, "Luna's taking another shift tonight." Now, normally the boy would say he was only interested in the sexy men serving drinks and such but honestly he liked to see how the girl danced. She wasn't shy on stage, nor was she clumsy and he was proud. But he'd never admit ti. "That sexy bartenders gonna be there. You have the money and she's got the connections. You in?" he turned his gaze on the brunette. "You wanna come too? Plenty of pretty girls prancing around in their panties." he said with a cheeky grin.

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Where are the people that a c c u s e d me?
The ones that beat me down and b r u i s e d me?
They h i d e just out of sight
Can't face me in the l i g h t.
They'll r e t u r n but I'll be s t r o n g e r!

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God, I want to d r e a m again.
Take me where I've n e v e r been.
I want to go t h e r e
This time I'm not s c a r e d
Now I'm u n b r e a k a b l e, it's u n m i s t a k a b l e.
No one can t o u c h me.N o t h i n g can stop me.

- - -☾Luna and Dante were just too cute. Artemis smiled every time she saw them together, knowing that they were just perfect for each other. Ever since she had known Luna (since freshman year), the white-haired girl had been crushing on Dante. The girl was shy, though, and hadn't said anything. Had it been Artemis, she probably would have gone up and just kissed the boy already. But, it wasn't her and she needed to let her friend figure things out for herself. Sighing to herself, Artemis adjusted her headphones around her neck and reached into the pocket of her leather jacket to turn her music down slightly. She would like to be able to hear them as they spoke, even if it was to ask her about her camera as Dante just had. The redhead simply nodded and patted the camera case. "Yeah..." she said, her eyes flickering around the immediate area to see if Bri was in proximity to her. She wasn't. "Ever since that t**t broke my old one, my parents have been saving up to get a new one. My stupid Visa won't let me work, though, and my mum and dad can't afford to get me a work Visa..." She trailed off, waving the subject off like a fly in the air. She didn't want to bore her friends with the woes of being an immigrant. Instead, she turned her attention to the sound of approaching feet. Artemis cocked her head to the side slightly just as Starlie, her other best friend besides Luna, called out and bounced up to the group. She smiled and obliged her friend in a hug before the bubbly girl pulled Luna off to the side of a quick conference.

Artemis shifted her backpack on her shoulders and continued her survey of the hallway. She still needed to go to her locker and get her book for her first class. She sighed and moved to leave, but Starlie grabbed a hold of her and began gushing over her jacket. Artemis flailed for a moment before she looked at her friend. "It was my mum's," she said at length, after the shock of Starlie's sudden outburst wore off. Sometimes the redhead forgot that Starlie was a bit...out there. Sighing and adjusting the leather jacket on her shoulders, Artemis opened her mouth to speak. Luna spoke up, then, claiming that Mrs. Stiles, the dance team coach, wanted to see her. Artemis smiled and bid her friend good-bye, wondering what their coach would want with her. It might have had something to do with possibly making the girl captain. Luna was the best dancer on the team and, probably, in the entire school. Despite her general pride, Artemis had no problems admitting that her friend was better than her. Luna had been dancing longer and had been classically trained, as far as Artemis could tell. Artemis, on the other hand, had started later in her youth and had split her time and energy between dance and photography. The latter was her passion, although dance did hold a special place in the Irish girl's heart.

"I have to go to my locker," Artemis mumbled, speaking her thoughts aloud. Looking up at her friends, the girl disentangled herself from Starlie again. "I'll be back in a few. Just gotta go grab my history book." She smiled and shouldered her plain black backpack before turning on her heel and heading for her locker. Her headphones were once again on her ears, blocking out the noise of the hallway. They didn't, unfortunately, block out the stares she got from her peers. Sandpoint wasn't a very large school and Artemis was really the only one that dressed the way she did. The punk style she clothed herself in had been quite popular back in Ireland and she'd carried it with her when she'd moved three years prior, but the Americans didn't seem to take too kindly to her tartan skinny jeans, Doc Martens, and pierced face. She didn't care, though. They could stare all they wanted and she would just sneer back, making those snobs skitter away. The action made Artemis smile as she walked down the halls. Just as she passed Jackson and Derek. Her smile disappeared as her eyes connected with Jackson's for just a moment. She didn't need him pestering her as to why she'd been smiling at him; she knew he would. Especially since he and Derek were hanging out right across the hall from her locker. Groaning, Artemis pulled her keys from her backpack and unlocked the lock before opening her locker. She studiously ignored Jackson and Derek, even though she could practically feel their eyes on her, and moved to grab her history book. Just as she did, though, a small piece of paper fluttered out. The redhead caught it before it hit the ground and unfolded it, sincerely hoping it wasn't a note from some kind of secret admirer. It wasn't. As Artemis read, her left hand slowly going up to the bow in her hair. You thought you were out of the woods, little nereid? Oh, no. I think I'll take that precious shawl of yours, my dear, and watch as you kill yourself.

With trembling hands, Artemis shut her locker and turned around. The note crumpled in her hand as she looked up, her eyes immediately landing on Jackson. He looked much too amused. Artemis face twisted into a deadly snarl as she approached the boy, yanking her headphones off. "You think this is funny?!" she said harshly, trying to keep her voice down a least a little so that she didn't attract any undue attention. "You don't do s**t like this to people for fun!" She shoved Jackson back, not giving him time to explain. [********' dickhead! What possessed you to think that anything like this would be funny?" Her throat was closing up and she could feel an ache building in her jaw from clenching her teeth to hold back angry tears. She and Jackson had never really been friends, per say, but they'd been friendly with each other since the boy was often the subject of her photographs. Artemis had wanted a friendship with him, despite his constant flirting with her and any other girl around him, but any chance of that was now gone. The note she clutched in her hand had just destroyed any possibility that.

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[ii dinosaur ii]

Whitney Scott lay in her bed, her comforter pulled up over her head. She was so out of it that she didn’t hear the sound of her mom’s feet as they padded across the room. It wasn’t until the corner of her bed sank under new weight that she noticed that someone else was in the room, and even then it was just barely. Rolling so that she was on her other side, she let out a groan to let her mom know that she was awake. She hoped that it would have been enough for her mom to just leave and give her another ten minutes of sleep. But of course her mom was smarter than that, having been waking her daughter up for many years now. “You were up all night reading again, weren’t you?” She asked, letting out a chuckle. Whitney just grunted again as a response. It wasn’t uncommon for her to read late into the night. Only stopping when the words started swimming on the page, confusing her tired eyes. “Can’t I play sick this morning and got to school this afternoon?” She asked feebly, lowering the covers from her head. Her eyes remained closed, but her head was turned in the direction on her mom. The older women let out a small laugh before getting up from the bed. “Every day you ask that question and every day the answer is the same. No you may not stay home. Now get up and take a shower. Breakfast will be ready in ten.” She spoke as she made her way out of the room. The young girl lying in her bed let out a sigh. “It was worth a try” she said before pushing the comforter from her body.

The bed sank slightly when her body shifted, but she ignored it. Slipping her feet into her slippers, she walked around her bed and slowly made her way towards door. Once she was in the hallway, using the wall for support, she made her way to the bathroom that she used to share with her older brother. Closing the door behind her, she walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled out a fluffy green towel. Placing it on the floor by the shower/ tub combo thing, she turned the water on and drew the curtain. While the water heated to the right temperature, she stripped from her pajamas and placed them in the hamper by the door. Before the chilly air could affect her bare skin, she stepped into the shower. It was really quick, but it helped her wake up so she didn’t really care. As soon as her hair and body were washed, she turned the water off and got out. Wrapping the towel around her body, she turned off the light and walked back to her room. Once inside, she walked right to her dresser and started pulling out clothes for herself to wear. Once she was dressed, she dropped the damp towel in a heap before walking towards the door and making her way towards the kitchen.

“You’re just on time. Pancakes up!” Her mom called before setting a plate full of pancakes on the table. Whitney grabbed a plate of her own before piling on three cakes. After adding a bit of syrup, she pulled her plate towards her and started to eat. For a few minutes, the only noise was the sound of forks on plates and Whitney and her mom ate. She didn’t bother asking where her dad was, knowing that he would already be at work. “I have to work late tonight. You’ll be all right getting dinner for yourself?” Her mom asked, looking up from her food. Whitney looked up and stared at her mom. “No you can’t leave. I’m too incapable of fending for myself.” She replied sarcastically. This was often her response and she found it tiring that she had to answer the same question over and over again. Turning back to her food, she finished off the small amount left before taking her plate over to the sink were she rinsed it. “I’m going to go get my things.” She said before turning around and starting towards the stairs. “Hurry up if you want a ride, I’m leaving in five minutes.” Her mom called after her and she took the steps two at a time. Normally Whitney didn’t like getting rides from her mom, it made her feel like a seven year old, but she didn’t feel like taking the bus so she accepted the offer. Reaching the top of the stairs, she walked the short hallway and into her room.

She had packed her school books into her backpack the night before so she wasn’t bothered with that. She did, however, add her planner to the bag; having left it out so that she could make notes in it. She also added her notebook that held all of her thoughts and ideas. Some people would call it a diary, but Whitney found the name to be childish and stupid. Instead, she called it her journal. Once she had everything she needed, she zipped the bag up and slung it over her shoulder. She then walked over and grabbed her phone off the charger and placing it into her pocket. The last thing that she grabbed was the book that she was currently reading. She had started it two days ago and she was almost finished with it. She wondered if she should bring an extra book just in case, but thought against it. She had a lot of classes today that she needed to focus on. “Whit! Are you coming?!” He mom called from the bottom of the stairs. “Coming!” She called back. Forgetting about the second book, she clutched the one she was currently reading to her chest before running out of the room to where her mom waited.

The ride was long, but luckily Whitney had her book to occupy her time. As soon as she closed the door behind her in the car, she buried her nose in the thing. Her mom might have wanted to talk to her about something, but she didn’t say anything. Having driven her daughter everywhere, she knew better then to talk to her when she had a book in front of her. Even when she pulled up to the front of the school she had to shake her daughter to get her to pull away from the written words in front of her face. After placing her bookmark in between the pages, she turned and gave her mom a hug good-bye. She then opened the door and stepped out, throwing her bag over her shoulder. She stood in place for a few moments, waving to her mom as she drove off, before turning around and walking towards the main doors. As she passed, some of the more popular students called after her. “Hey little girl, you forgot to give mommy a kiss good-bye!” One of them called while the other guys made kissy faces. The girls that stood around them flipped their hair and laughed at her. Whitney shot the group a glare before continuing her walk up the front lawn. Pushing her way through a group of gamers, she pulled open the front doors and walked into the school.

The halls were somewhat full of students, but not enough that it was hard for Whitney to make it to her locker. As she made her way to it, she passed by Ronnie, Derek, and Jackson. As she did so, she sped up a bit, not wanting to get caught up with them. She instead focused on her locker a few feet away. Once she made it, she used her combination to open it. Upon doing so, a note fell out. Wanting to get her things ready first, she moved her foot over the note to keep someone else from reading it. She then started to unload her bag of the books inside and switch them for the books that she would need for her morning classes. Once everything was taken care off, she bent down and picked up the fallen note. At first she was confused as to what it would be. She wasn’t the most popular girl at school, liking to spend most of her time reading then hanging out with people her age. That didn’t mean that she was a dork though, she still loved going out a trying new things. With her curiosity peaked, she unfolded the note and started to read it. ‘Hey little bookworm, you like reading so much, why don’t you read this. You’re next.’ Right away her head snapped up, scanning the crowd around her. Stunned, she shut out everything that was going on around her. Slowly she felt herself falling back until she was leaning against her closed locker door. Slowly she slid down until she sat on the floor, her eyes looking forward, the note crumpled in her hand.



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[x--KiiSSMEKiiLLME]

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Brianna noticed that Iain seemed to be off in his own little world as well. She couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. "Not a worry love I was not paying much attention either," he said, making her raise her eyebrow at the word love. Maybe it was just something that he did. It was obvious that he wasn't American, but she couldn't quite place the accident. It's not like Brianna had lived many places. She had lived in America for most of her life only going out of the country for important matters not to visit. Sure, she would love to visit somewhere else, but honestly that probably wasn't going to happen. Brianna had way too much going on in her life right now to even think about going on vacation. Actually, that was probably how her life would always be. That was the one thing she hated about being Nephilim. It meant that she could never have a somewhat normal life. Ok, yes she could leave and live on her own and try to have a semi-normal life. But what was the fun in that? She would still have to live with her wings, with her sight, and the fact that everyone out there wants her dead. Well, most things out there. There was no escaping her life, no matter how hard she tried to do so. A frown crossed the girl's face, but it quickly disappeared, since she didn't want Iain to think it had to do with him. It didn't seem to matter anyways since by the looks of it, he was once again lost in thought. She chuckled and snapped her fingers in front of his face, making him snap out of it. Well, actually she tried, but he seemed a little too far gone, so Brianna just stood there, trying to decide if she felt awkward or not. It was kind of weird, because she wasn't totally awkward, but she wasn't totally comfortable either. Maybe, it was just that it was nice to be able to be her old self again. The self that still had parents and had great friends. A frown came back onto Bri's face as thought about her late parents. It was something she didn't like to talk about, ever. No one knew her past and Bri planned to keep it that way. At least she hoped to keep it a secret. The girl bit her lip and looked down at her feet.

Dante ran a hand through his hair just as Starlie popped up. Wow, he had a lot of girlfriends. A lot more then he had guy friends. Dante shook his head at himself, pushing the thought away. "Hey, Starlie," he said. He watched as she went over to Luna and started to whisper something to her. Dante frowned, wondering what it was, though he did catch tid bits, like nervous, beautiful, he, and you. With just those words, well it didn't make any sense. Dante shook his head at himself, stopping himself from thinking about it too much. Luna seemed extremely nervous around all of them. Actually, she seemed more nervous around him. Dante has noticed the way she acts around their friends and then the way she acts around him. She may be clumsy as ever either way, but she was always blushing and embarrassed when she was around him. It made him curious as to why she had that reaction to him. Was it just the way he carried himself or was there something else to it? There was probably a lot more to it, but he didn't know for sure. Dante was extremely observant in most cases, but when it came to girl's, especially Luna, he could be the most oblivious person in the world. It was probably because he just didn't get girls. Guys were simple minded, most of the time, and easy to follow. Girls were like a roller coaster while you were on an acid trip. Everything is twisted, turned around, and backwards. You just can't make sense of them. Maybe one day he will figure out all the answers, but the likely hood of that happening was slim to none. Dante shook his head and pushed the thoughts to the back of his mind. Now, was not the time to be thinking about the way girl's work. He looked around the group of girls that was in front him noticing that Luna was trying to get away. She quickly came up with an excuse, making Dante frown. Was it because of him or did she really have to go? He sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get an answer. Artemis spoke about needing to go to her locker and so it was only Dante and Starlie. He smiled at the girl. "So, just you and me, momentarily," he said, with a chuckle.

Brianna took a deep breath as she looked back up at Iain,not bothering to fix the hair that had fallen in her face. She watched as he let his glasses fall down his nose a little, but not quite enough to let her see his eyes. God, it made Brianna so curious. She knew for a fact that Iain wasn't human, but she didn't know what he was exactly. He seemed harmless enough, but for all she knew he could be a shape shifter or something equally dangerous. Brianna stared at him, trying to figure out what he was when he pushed a piece of her hair away. Now, she was staring at him in shock. Honestly, it did freak her out a little, but not in the way that he scared her. It was just... Well, Bri didn't know. She wasn't sure how he made her feel. This was the first time she's really talked to him. A small chuckle passed her lips as he bit his lip and Bri couldn't help but put her thumb on his chin to pull his bottom lip out. Wow, he really did bring out the old her. If only it could always be this easy. Brianna let her hand drop, as she realized what she did. He seemed to push it off though as he began to speak. A smile spread across her face and nodded. "Yeah, walking alone when you can't seem to focus would be very bad," she said in a serious tone, but found herself laughing. He offered to walk her to class and his last statement made her shrug a little. "Oh, please I can take care of myself. Besides I have already ran into someone more deadly then human," she said, looking at him just as he offered her his arm. She cocked an eyebrow, wandering if he actually expected her to go all old fashioned. The male dropped his arm, telling her his name. That made her chuckle, since she already knew it. "I know and I'm Brianna. My class is thatta way." She pointed in the direction of her class. Iain grabbed her arm, wrapped it around his, and started to walk in the wrong direction, making Brianna laugh. She shook her head, deciding not to correct him on the way they needed to go. Instead she let him go where ever he wanted, considering they still had ten minutes left before classes began. She placed her free hand on top of her other hand and looked up at Iain, still wanting to know what he was. "Not to sound pushy or anything, but what are you? I know you're not human, but I have a feeling that your little secret lies in your eyes and that's hidden from view," she said, pointing to his sunglasses.

It seemed that Artemis wasn't coming back. He had actually watched her walk from her locker to somewhere else. He moved a little to see beyond the wall, to see that she was confronting Jack about something. Dante cocked an eyebrow and headed towards them, only to stop and look at Starlie. "Come on, it seems Jack did something to Artemis again," he said with a chuckle. With that he headed right for the two. Well, four, since Derek and Ronnie was with them. "Hey, guys, what's going on?" He looked at both of them and noticed that Artemis was holding a note. He frowned, having a feeling it was something similar to his. "Can I see that Artemis?" he asked, pointing at the note. He hoped she wouldn't mind, but if it's anything like his, then this was definitely not a joke. Both Luna and Dante had one, now Artemis might. Who else had received these notes? He looked at his group of friends and noticed that Derek was also holding a note. "Ok, who else got a note in their locker? A threatening note?" he asked, just as Bri and Iain showed up. "I did," she said, holding out the note. Dante took it and looked at it. There wasn't much, but the implications it held was enough. He handed it back to Bri and looked at Iain. He turned to look at everyone else, worry on his face. There was definitely something going on. Dante looked back at Bri, noticing that she looked a little uncomfortable. Ah, right she was surrounded by people that didn't like her and she didn't like. Oh, well she was going to have to live. Something was going on and if it involved more then just him, well, then they better figure out what it is exactly.

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When it comes back you won't be
Scared and Lonely
You won't be scared
You won't be scared and lonely
You won't be s c a r e d you won't be lonely

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[littlemisssunshinegal]

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School shouldn't start as early as it did. It was absolutely retarded that teachers have school starting at eight just to be CERTAIN that teenagers wouldn't be awake enough to pass their early morning tests and whatever else is thrown at them. Human kids must be miserable. ESPECIALLY if it was annoyingly bad for one Veronica Mallory. It wasn't like she went to school very much to start with, seeing as she had MUCH better things to do with herself. But, hell, she figured she may as well go back on her first day back from break. Be somewhere at least semi-warm for the day before going back out into town. The young teenager was currently walking from Dub's after sleeping just outside their doors the night prior. She had been doing this for about three weeks now. Where else would she go but her favorite hang out? It wasn't like she could tell anyone why she wasn't at home wit her parents and twin sister.

No. She couldn't. Veronica just had to fend for herself, and she did that every single damned day as the Winter Break went on. She felt miserable, completely hung over, and honestly scared out of her wits to even think of caring about her hair and make up. Granted, in the small backpack she carried she had her beauty products happily tucked away with a few outfits. However...what was the point in trying to look good for the stupid bastards and bitches at her school? Only the most beautiful people deserved to see her gorgeous face. The Princess had to play the Pauper, and she would do so happily if she could just hide away from her...troubles.

The girl was currently not bundled up and freezing in her cut-off tee-shirt and red jeans. She could barely feel her fingers by the time she got to the school at 7:30 and she was sure she looked like a total mess as soon as she stumbled through the halls. Luckily, her twin sister was a goody-genius of sorts and went to a private school out of town during the day. Veronica would be able to distract herself from her problems as long as she was in the dull, overrated, building. Veronica staggered her way past all the hallways where, little to her knowledge, students were finding their notes in their lockers. She was the youngest one that the killer was after right now, and likely ever.

Though, as she ended up in front of her locker in the underclassmen hallway. Her brain was frazzled and dazed from her hangover and it took her five minutes to open her locker. When she did, she saw the black note sticking off of the top of her locker. The writing was in white chalk, it seemed. And her eyes were barely in focus by the time she managed to read what it said.

"Daddy's not the only one after you, dear.
You're Next.

The morning was early, though the man driving to school in the red 2003 Acura didn't really feel any of the affects of time passing. He didn't need to sleep, so he chose not to. Better to stay away from his mind as often as possible. He looked calm and apathetic as he drove through the empty streets of Sandpoint. Driving past the beach and Traverse Park as he had on his way to school from his lonesome apartment every morning. This town bored him to a major extent. He didn't even have to go to school, seeing as he had been through the education system at least two times in his vampire lifetime. However, he figured he might be able to waste some time dealing with the education system.

Plus, as he's notice in the last several years, the best meals are typically in teenagers who are blind to who they are. Those who fall prey to the most idiotic charms and....-No. He only drank blood when he absolutely had to. Unlike most of his kind, he didn't enjoy killing off the human race out of some sort of sick amusement. But, no need to get deep into his past. No. Absolutely no need.

He arrived in the school in ample time, as usual, and he walked calmly to his locker to pick up a textbook for his first class. He ignored everyone around him as he approached his locker and started to open it with ease. All the while, his mind reeled in what he would do for the rest of his day. Perhaps tonight would be a good time to drink blood, he hadn't for at least two weeks and he could swear he was almost seen for who he was the last time he spent too much time without blood. But, who would he-....

The locker opened and there was a white piece of cleanly cut paper hanging out off the top of his locker. Someone had been in there....but nothing was moved. Just the addition of the piece of paper with very clean handwriting. He raised his eyebrow as he started to read it. It was only two words.

"You're. Next."

What the hell did that mean? The tall, thin, man never watched television. He thought it, as well as Internet, was a pointless human invention. So, out of ignorance of the mass killer, he took the piece of paper and tossed on the floor below him. "Stupid humans"The man mumbled, closing his locker and moving right along with his life as if that note never appeared. Death threats were petty. Dimitri Davis knew that his kind would never die. Cursed by hell to live on earth and see all of what they ever knew fall apart into nothing. That was something he accepted years ago...so, with that out of the way, he started his way to his first class now listening to music. Despite the man's intelligence, he was ignorant to danger. He was the only one who had received a note that was not aware of the true danger from the mass killer. Oh well. He would find out. Eventually.

Meanwhile, Veronica knew VERY VERY VERY well about the killer in the news. The mass murderer of the worst kind of deaths that didn't just kill the humans. God, Veronica swore she had more nightmares about that killer than most anything else. Now....well, he was after her. It HAD to be him. No one knew about her father....no one. She dropped all of her stuff and backed away from her locker. Would she be able to fight this killer? God....no.......Her bright eyes widened as she shut the door to her locker and ran to the closet side-hallway with her small backpack and began to freak out.

She started trying to tell herself that it was okay. Likely a bad illusion....yeah...she had too much to drink last night at Dubs....sure....lets go with that....Then after going back to her locker and seeing the note again, she tore the note to pieces and ran off without even closing her locker. Now she wasn't safe anywhere. Anyone could be the killer....Anyone.....

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•●●• ☛Excitement trickled through him like lightning. Even as they walked through the halls he could still feel her fingers on his lip. Iain ran his tongue over his lips trying to make the feeling go away. It wasnt working. Not that he minded. Iain liked the way she made him feel. His heart was fluttering in his chest... like a bird. Why did he always thing about that. Like a bird. She made him always think of birds. Iain had heard her when she said that her class was the other way. He didnt care though. He wanted to spend some more time with her... odd as that may be. The only friend he had was Artemis. It would be nice to be able to have another friend. Iain was so lost in thought again he almost missed what Bri was saying to him. Iain's eyes widened and he turned to stare at her. His heart jumped up into his throat. Iain's stiffened under her hand. How did she figure this out. Iain turned around to look and see if anyone was watching. He didn't see anyone so he quickly directed her down a empty hallway. Iain pushed her against a wall gently. Putting his hands on either side of her head to look down at her through his glasses. "Who all knows?" He pulled the letter out from his books shaking it in front of her. "Did you write this horrible letter?" he asked fear thick with in his voice. "Well!" Iain looked at her then. She looked shocked by his outburst. Iain sighed and pushed himself off of the wall. He pulled his glasses off and ran his fingers over his eyes. Finally he looked up at her. His dark blue cat eyes clear to see. Again she looked startled. "I'm not going to hurt you Bri, I never have hurt anyone." he stopped thinking of the villagers who had hurt his little sister. "Who didn't deserve it anyway." He looked back up at her running his hand over the scar on his chest. Sighing he leaned against the wall. His eyes flickering with the light of the florescents. How was he going to ask her not to tell anyone. He could not give his family away. Not again.

•●●• ☛Iain smiled at her and put his glasses back on as a group of girls came chattering down the hallway. They didn't even seem to notice Iain and Bri standing opposite each other. Iain's smile faded when the girls walked past them. He quickly closed the distance between them. He grabbed a lock of Bri's hair. "Your not human either. I can smell it on you Love." he said bringing her hair to his nose and breathing in her scent. He smiled at her then and dropped his glasses down enough for her to see his eyes. "I am a Mngwa. A shape shifting cat." he informed her. Not many people had ever heard of the Mngwa. It made since, it was a Swahili legend. No reason that American creatures would understand. Not to mention most of the Mngwa clans were long dead. Only twelve remained that Iain knew of. They were all in hiding much like his family was. That thought brought Iain's heart slamming down to the pit of his stomach. He would have to tell them about this... They would have to leave. He looked at Bri and turned away from her. No more friends. No more getting close to people. His family would be uprooted again and it would be all his fault. Again. Over a girl. Iain had to laugh at that. It would seem that he really was cursed. Iain sighed adjusting the hat atop of his head. What was he going to do. He looked at Bri. Now he knew he wasn't imagining it. There was something about her. With how she made him feel he doubted that she could not fly. Perfect Sylvester taken down by Tweety. Figures. Iain turned to walk away he didn't know what else to say to her at this point in time. She fallowed him. Iain didn't know why but he didn't tell her not to.

•●●• ☛They walked down the hall a little ways and Bri started talking to another boy. She told him about how she had gotten a letter as well. Iain's heart fluttered in his chest and he looked away. Anywhere but at her or the boy with disheveled hair. After she got her letter back he turned to continue walking. Iain was going to class not today. He had to think. He bit his lower lip as he started walking faster to get away from her. Finally he gave up spinning around he turned to look at Bri. "Why are you fallowing me love? What is it you want?" he asked trying to keep his voice calm. He didn't want to yell at her. Iain didn't believe in raising his voice to woman. Through the whole talk in the hallway he had kept his voice level and did not raise it to her. Though now he was panicking and didn't know what else to say.

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Jackson stood in front of his locker with the note in his back pocket. In the back of his mind, he wondered if he had enough time to go outside and burn the stupid thing before classes started. Any other, he would have jumped at the opportunity to go outside and miss class. But after what happened this morning and the promise to his mom, he knew that it wasn’t an option. Leaning against his locker, he brought his hang bang and banged the metal. He brought his hand back out and was about to strike the locker a second time when he was interrupted by someone hitting his arm. Not being in the mood for being hit, he turned to the person and was about to flip when he saw who it was. If it had anyone else, he would have smacked them. But because it was Derek, he let it slid. But that didn’t mean that his mood improved. “Dude! What is your problem? You don’t have to hit me.” Even though the punches hadn’t been hard, he still brought up a hand and rubbed his arm. “What is so important that you had to come up and hit me?” He asked, his frown remaining on his face. What could be more important than the note that he had received this morning telling him that he was going to be killed by the murder?

Is question was answered quickly when Derek waved a piece of paper in his face. At first he just glanced at it, figuring that it was just another note from a girl telling Derek how much she loved him. It wouldn’t be the first time that he showed off a love note. But after looking at it for a few seconds, certain words started to pop out at him. This wasn’t a normal note. Starting from the beginning, he read a note that shocked him. “Dude, I got a not just like that!” He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out the note before handing it to Derek. “And how could they know about that? I thought I was the only one you told. I haven’t said a word about you-know-what.” He said in a hushed voice, looking around to make sure that no one was looking at them. Looking at the other boy in front of him, he could tell that he was feeling a little on edge about the whole thing. “Hey, don’t worry man. We can handle this.” He said, slapping the boy on the back. He wanted to say something else, something more comforting, but he decided against it when someone else joined their conversation.

Ronnie walked up and started talking to Derek about Luna working tonight. Jackson usually had mix feelings about the boy. There were times when he really liked the guy and others when he bugged the crap out of him. While he listened to the two boys talk, he let his mind wonder towards the notes. How odd was it that the both Derek and himself had gotten the same type of note? Sure the messages were different, but they were both about them being the next one of the murders hit list. Not to mention that Bri was involved because of what her and Derek did. It wasn’t until Ronnie spoke to him that he was pulled from his thoughts. “You know, I think this is exactly the type of thing I need right now. You can count me in.” He said, a smile slowly starting to make its way onto his face. Right away his mood started to improve at the thought getting out. Settling down with a cold beer and checking out girls walking around in their panties. Slowly he let his mind wonder at the idea. He was so focused on his thoughts that he didn’t even know he was looking at someone. But soon he was pulled away from his mini fantasy when Artemis came up and started yelling at him, shoving him into his locker.

“Ow! Why are people picking on me today? This isn’t beat up on Jackson day!” He said at once, pushing off his locker to stand normal. It wasn’t until then that he took in the words that she was saying in her loud voice. Jackson took a quick look around to see if anyone had noticed her small little outburst. Not too many people were looking, something that he was relived at. Turning back, he looked her straight in the eye before speaking. “What is it that I have supposedly done to you?” He asked, trying to think if he had done something. Had he flirted with her? On occasion. Had he let her take his photograph? More than once. But if he recalled right, she had partaken in the flirting as well and had in some instances requested to take his picture. So what was it that he had done to her? Confused, he looked down and noticed that her hands were clenched. But that wasn’t all. She carried a crumpled note in one of her hand. It couldn’t be. he thought to himself as he lifted his gaze. He was about question her about the crumpled piece of paper when Dante joined them and asked the question himself.

“Okay, who else got a note in their locker? A threatening note?” Dante asked, looking at the people in the group. Jackson couldn’t believe it. First himself, then Derek, followed by Artemis, and now Dante? He himself found him wondering the same question that the latter had voiced. As though to answer his question, Bri walked up with Iain and said that he had gotten a note as well. Without meaning to, he quick glanced at Derek, wondering how he was taking the news. “I got a note too.” He said, holding it out between his figures. He wanted people to see that he wasn’t lying, but have it so that they couldn’t take it from him a read what was written on. Just then yet another person joined their group, a girl with reddish brown hair.

“Um, excuse me. But, did you guys say that you found threatening notes in each of your lockers this morning?” She asked, standing outside the small circle of people. Whitney had pulled herself together and moved to a standing position when Dante had spoken. Even though she didn’t socialize with most of the people in the group, she couldn’t help but feel comfort from knowing that she wasn’t the only one.




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It would be an understatement to say that Derek was freaking out as he stood with his note in hand. He could feel his knees shaking as he struggled to keep his glamour up. His entire body was shaking as he stared at Jackson. His friend was now examining the note and Derek couldn't help but tremble. He stared at Jackson, wild-eyed, when the other boy's expression fell. "Well?! he nearly yelled, gripping his friend on both upper arms near his shoulders and shaking him slightly. Jackson stayed a bit more calm, though, and broke Derek's grip to pull out a note of his own. Derek looked at the note, before taking it with carefully controlled hands. He read the note over a few times, trying to find out what it meant. "Dude...How does this guy know our secret?" he asked, lifting his eyes to look at Jackson. Neither boy spoke for a while until Jackson slapped Derek on the back and claimed they would be able to handle the situation. Derek jolted with the sudden contact from his friend, but nodded nonetheless and folded the note up to put it in his pocket. "Yeah. We'll figure it out," he said slowly, quietly. Right after he spoke, a familiar pinch to his backside made Derek smile. He turned his head slightly to behold Ronnie's smiling face as he brought up a certain white-haired individual. "Is she now?" he asked, turning to Jackson and smirking when Ronnie brought up Luna. "You know I'm in, man," Derek said. Going to the club was just the thing he needed right now to get his mind off the whole note situation.

As Ronnie invited Jackson to make an event out of it, Derek couldn't help but feel his spirits lift. Watching the girls Luna worked with always cheered him up. And--who knew?--maybe he'd get lucky and get to take one of them home. He smirked again and looked to Jackson, holding out his hand for a fist bump. No contact came, though, as a flash of angry red whizzed past Derek's head and bee-lined right for Jackson. Artemis shoved Jackson back, half whispering and half yelling at him about how something wasn't funny. Derek cocked his head to the side as he watched, wondering what had gotten the Irish firecracker's panties in a twist. The satyr shrugged and looked to Ronnie. "What's up with you, cutie?" he asked, throwing his arm around Ronnie's waist.

Artemis, on the other hand, was not calming down at all. She glared at Jackson, the note clutched in her hand, waiting for an explanation. Nothing. Of course he wasn't going to explain himself, just ask what he'd done. Artemis scoffed. "You know exactly what you did," she growled, clenching her fists even more. There was a brief stare-down as the two just glared at each other. She could see the confusion in Jackson's features, but she was a good actor. He'd acted like he'd liked her, and now he was acting like he wasn't behind the whole note situation. Typical Jackson. She watched Jackson's eyes move from her face to her hand and her expression hardened even further. "You're not funny, Jackson!" she said, bringing her hand up and waving the note in his face. Again, Jackson didn't get time to answer but this was no fault of Artemis. Dante, instead, came up and asked what was wrong. The redhead looked to him, anger still clear on her features, as he asked if he could see the note. Her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "N-no...!" she managed, crumpling the note further and pulling away from Dante. And right into Jackson.

"Looks like you've been forgiven, Jack," Derek said, reaching out and past Artemis' head to clap Jackson on the shoulder. He smirked as he brought his hand back, which only fueled Artemis rage more. She stiffened against Jackson, feeling his hands on her shoulders for a moment, before she ripped herself away from him and spun to face him. The action placed her next to Starlie, her best friend, and Dante. Dante asked who else had gotten a note and, as if on cue, Bri piped up. Artemis looked to her and then back to the group as Derek spoke, too: "Er...I did." Then it was Jackson's turn to speak, and then a girl with red-brown hair walked up, claiming that she had received a note as well. Artemis swallowed as she looked around the group, her theory that Jackson had been the one to plant the note slowly crumbling to pieces. She wasn't about to back down now, though. "I did, too," she managed, looking to Starlie. Her friend didn't look so good. "Starlie? You look like you're about to be sick. Did you..." she trailed off, placing a gentle hand on her friend's shoulder.



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Get this shiz moving again!
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To be honest, Iain was kind of freaking her out. He reacted badly to her question about what he was, telling her that it was obviously a secret. Brianna stared at him with wide eyes, as he spoke about his letter. She looked at the paper, having a feeling she knew what it was about. The boy moved his hands and she watched as he pulled his sunglasses off. His eyes were enticing. Maybe it was the color or maybe it was the fact that he had cat eyes, but she felt strangely attracted... Whether it be him or his eyes, she wasn't entirely sure. Bri bit her lip as Iain spoke and nodded. Hurt her? She never believed he would actually do anything to her. Hell, most of the downworlders at this school would never hurt a person. Not if it wasn't needed at least. Sure, some of them are here to plat with the humans, but that didn't really mean much. The girl watched him as he an inner war with himself, even as the girls walked by. They didn't really notice the tension in the air, which she was grateful for, for once. Why they were gone, Iain was mere inches away from her again, a handful of her hair in his hands. So, he could tell she wasn't human? She nodded a little barely picking up Mngwa and shape shifting cat. Interesting. A cat and angel, well a bird in this case, talking. How ironic. Maybe that was why she was so drawn to him, like the prey to the predator. Brianna opened her mouth to speak, but soon enough he was walking away. A frown crossed her face and started to follow him, wanting to tell him what she was exactly. Soon, enough the came across a group of kids. Dante was among them, talking about notes. Brianna's eyes went wide. How many people got the same letter? She shook her head before going over to Dante. "I did," she said, handing the note to Dante. Now, he looked really worried.

Pretty much everyone in the group received a note, regardless if they spoke up or not. Dante could tell by the looks on their faces. The boy frowned and he shook his head. There had to be a reason why they were all being threatened. Then again it could be the guy is completely psycho and was targeting random groups of teenagers. That seemed to be the most unlikely thing, but God, Dante wished that was true. He wished he could believe that they were just random targets, but there had to be a reason. The murderer was smart and every single one of his victims had one thing in common, they all had pissed him off. At least that's what everyone has been saying. It's not like they ever see the notes that was left with the body. Dante wasn't sure about it though, nor was he sure, about what he did. "This is... Bad," he said knowing the word didn't even begin to cover it. "The question is why us?" Dante ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. Looks like they had a few things to figure out if they wanted to survive. Dante looked at the group, noticing that Brianna and Iain had disappeared. There was obviously something up with both of them. He shook his head, Luna popping up in his mind. "Luna got the same note," he spoke softly. God, what was happening?

After their little talk with Dante and the others, Iain made a run for it. Bri frowned and followed him, hoping he wasn't angry with her or something. Just as soon as the thought entered her mind, Iain turned around and questioned why she was following him. She could tell he was trying to keep calm, but he seemed close to yelling at her. Brianna flinched away a little, but stood her ground. She took a deep breath, before she grabbed his hand and went outside. Once they were at a place where no one else was, Brianna stopped. "I want to show you something, since you showed me your secret," she said, turning her back to him. Brianna lifted up the back of her shirt and then undid her bra. God, she hoped he didn't think she was stripping for him, that would be awkward. She shut her eyes, allowing herself to relax. Soon enough black wings unfurled themselves. "I am Nephilim. Half angel, half human. Fallen angels use to mate with human women, but after awhile we were able to reproduce. The angels were originally going to destroy us, but they soon realized that we could be useful to them. We're suppose to protect humans and downworlders alike," she said, letting her wings fold back in. Brianna adjusted herself before she turned to look at Iain. "I won't tell, if that's what you want. You can trust me." By this point she was barely an inch away from him. Brianna stood up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek, before turning to walk back to the school. Class was about to begin and Iain probably needed to think about what she just showed him or even said. She pushed some hair behind her ear and looked back at Iain. Was he shocked, angry, calm? It was hard to tell, but she knew he was thinking about everything. The girl looked forward and put on a calm face. There was no way she was going to start over thinking everything.

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The rest of the week went be fairly quickly. Brianna had talked to a few people and the whole group had been questioned by the police or something like that. There were no more notes, at least for him there wasn't. The way Briann was acting, though, he knew there was something going on. Dante pushed the thought to the back of his mind, determined to enjoy the party. He had been stressing about the murderer the whole week, and now was the time to relax. The boy inhaled the smoke as he entered the house. Perfect, this was going to be perfect. There was a bussing in his pocket and Dante pulled out his phone to read the text. One of you didn't heed my warning and now someone will pay! Dante stared at the message with wide eyes and went looking for everyone else. They needed to be warned if they weren't already. He moved through the crowd looking for anyone of them. Finally, he spotted Starlie, Artemis, and Luna. THe boy let out a sigh of relief and headed over to the girls. "Have you guys gotten any weird texts?" he asked showing them his phone. God, he hoped he wasn't the only one.

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sorry it sux
and finally you guys can get a msg or not
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When it comes back you won't be
Scared and Lonely
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IT'S PARTY TIME BETCHES!!!!
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The week was long. Way too long. It was only a few days, but ******** God...life sucked when you worried and worried and WORRIED about that note. The killer was after HERRRRRRRR of all people. Veronica Mallory. What if her father was the killer....what if someone from the Council was the killer? God god...what if...what if....-....Well, those thoughts had been going through the teen's head all week. She tried contacting the Council to the best of her memory of her Angelic magic. Damn her for being only a Quarter Blood Angelic!

With her mother being half blood Angel and Witch, and her father being pureblood Wizard..well...she really was only a quarter blood even when she trotted about as if she was half-blood. The Council seemed to take that against her as if she was the one who decided not to be perfect. The Council could do a lot of s**t for you if you did something for them in return. Or if you did your duty to the human race..whatever that stupid s**t is supposed to mean. Whatever the case, it would seem her blood and her constant rule breaking was finally biting her in the a**. The Council refused to give her any information on who the killer was, even though she was hellbent on the idea of them knowing. Angels were close to God, they knew stuff like that. Who killers were. It likely made the Angelic's job much easier and-....Whatever...just, whatever.

After that long week had gone by, the biggest party of the year finally came. After bumming out all week just outside of Dub's from her home, hiding her note from anyone and everyone, and drinking herself to a drunk-hangover-cycle every night, it was finally time to just let go for a few hours. Because parties did that for the Princess. With life being as screwed up as it was, she couldn't help but just yearn for that party. She would finally see people in her own crowd. Kids her own ripe age of sixteen were completely and utterly boring, it was anyone and everyone older that caught the girl's interest. It was how she met people like Dante Maddox and Lizzie Davenport. Cool awesome people, like herself, that she often saw at parties. Whether it was her and Dante getting mischievous and playful, or if it was her Lizzie just having one hell of a good time. Of course there were others she saw, but be her damned if her memory could bring them up.

Veronica was a fierce drunk, if anyone else could be. She didn't seem to act too differently from normal, but she is much more willing to try something outside of her "comfort zone" when she was drunk. She was also more charming drunk, which was something she wouldn't really ever know. However, if two people did know it was those two. And, who knew, maybe seeing them tonight (they were going to be there, she knew this from hearing rumors) would make her forget her problems. Because even the Princess needed to let loose every now and then....

Though every night certainly didn't hurt no one.

Anyway, Veronica was currently in one of her dresses that she stowed away in her bag. She HAD to bring this dress when she left. It was her favorite dress. A party dress, so to say. So, she stood proudly at that party with her bold pink and black dress and torn leggings. Her nails were bold with color, only slightly diverting away from her super messy and curly hair with her trademark tiara (the accessory any Princess should have, of course). She hadn't really talked to anyone she wanted to.

Some guys trying to touch her and a group asking to play poker with her...but no one she could really care about. Nope. She minded her own business and drank from her bottle of whisky and merely glanced around. What did she want to do first...There was so much to do...and it would end in one hell of a time if she had any control over it. For, it was always the entrance of the Princess that made things interesting.

"It wouldn't hurt to go to one party, Dimitri. You'll finally get some girl to give you her blood and you might actually make some friends." The vampire stood a few blocks away from the house where the party was happening, smoking a cigarette with a teenage Nephilim, Nick. The two were friends enough...it wasn't like the Vampire was close to him, he just seemed to want to talk to Dimitri and, well, this sort of odd friendship like connection occurred. At the moment, Dimitri was about to go out of the state for the night. He hadn't had a taste of blood for about three weeks now, which was about his point before odd stuff started happening to his body. If he went out of state, he could take care of that and be back before dawn without any suspicions.

However, Nick was trying to convince him to go to a party. God only knew why, but Nick thought it would be a good idea for Dimitri to socialize. Not a bad intention, but the wiry vampire wasn't up for it. Which lead to the point Nick made just now....Well, it wasn't a bad point. Dimitri didn't want to bother with some sort of police investigation over some human death...but if someone willingly gave him their blood, he wouldn't have to kill them.....And no matter how heartless Dimitri was, killing was just stupid unless done with purpose.

So, shortly after that point was presented, the man followed his shorter friend to the party while finishing off his cigarette. He didn't smoke often, but it helped keep his body in check when he hadn't had blood in some weeks....for at least a little while. Plus, since he was technically dead, he wouldn't have any of the dastardly side effects most creatures had to worry about with smoke intake.

After a few minutes, the two showed up to this party. Another reason why humans were pathetic and those creatures who had to deal with them were pitied among most others....people were acting stupid and the man instinctively moved himself to some corner where Nick followed, looking irritable. "Come on, you cannot seriously think that I should have to talk to them now. If I just-..." "Dimitri just...don't forget why you came, okay? I'm going to go hang with Brianna...I'll see you later, okay?" The vampire shrugged and he was soon left alone to watch the party from a distance. Trying to get blood would be easier when everyone was dead drunk on the floor.

Little did he know, however, that the letter he tossed and forgot about was about to change the tide of the party entirely. In the distance, he was a target. A tall, dark haired, pale target waiting to be taken care of. The Vampire's arrogance for the truth wouldn't go unpunished.

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•●●• ☛Iain waited outside long after Bri had left. Replaying the image of her over and over in his head. She was an angel. It was almost comical. Like Tweety and Silverster in a sick way. Iain took a deep break as he leaned against the wall. He smiled as his hand drifted to his cheek where she had kissed him and as he recalled the feeling of the butterflies in his veins at her touch. She was better then catnip. Iain knew one thing was sure. He could trust this girl. She would not destroy him, his family was safe. Iain also knew that now that he had gotten a taste of this little bird he was not keen on the idea of letting her go. Taking off his glasses he looked up at the sky. His blue eyes settling on the birds that were collecting around the power line. Slowly he put his glasses back on straightened his hat turned and left. He didn't return to school for the rest of the week. He needed time to sit on the idea of telling his parents about the note. In the end his desire to find out more about Bri kept him from telling them. That and the reason that he didnt want to be the one to uproot them once again.

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•●●• ☛Laying in his bed staring at the ceiling had strangely turned into a past time for Iain. It seemed like that was all he had done the past few days while playing hooky. LunaBell laid on his naked chest purring softly as he caressed his scar. "Brother?" Iain's head shot up and he looked into the door way. He smiled at his little sister as she hovered in the door way. Her cat Bruce wrapping around her legs and mewling to be picked up. "Everything alright Baby Vi?" she shook her head her tangle of long brown hair falling around her shoulders before she pushed herself against the door. "Mama wanted me to ask if you were planning on going to that party." Iain sighed. His parents knew him to well. Or at least his mother did. He would bend to the will of his baby sister no matter what the request. He felt that was the least he could to dot her after what happened. Iain's gaze lowered to the floor at the thought of the paw shaped burn that was engraved into her soft baby skin. She hadn't even shown any signs of the Mngwa curse and still the villagers scared her like the rest of them. Iain sighed sitting up. Luna Bell jumped off his chest and mewed softly before curling up on his hand. "Would it please you for me to go to this event?" he asked. Viola pulled her hair in front of her toying with a strand in her dainty little fingers. "Mama says social interaction if good for our safety." Iain sighed standing up Luna Bell glanced up but soon closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. "Tell Mother I will go then." Viola smiled pleased that her mission went well. She spun around a halo of her brown hair cascading around her before she hurried off down the hallway.

•●●• ☛Standing up Iain walked over to his closet and pulled out his outfit for the party. Iain wasn't exactly the party going type. He never really was able to get comfortable at a party he never really knew what he was supposed to do at one. Iain pulled his paw print necklace on as his mother walked in she smiled at him and handed him the disposable emergency phone. Iain nodded and pocketed the small electronic device before walking over to his bed and kissing Luna Bell. The small cat mewed happy for the attention her master was giving her before she curled in on herself even more and returned to sleeping. Iain turned to leave his room but a stone hitting his window startled him. It also caused him to turn back around and walk over to the sill. Worried a bird might have flown into the glass Iain opened the window only to have another stone fly into his room. This one had a piece of paper on it. Iain tried to see who had thrown said stone but the person in question was gone. Quickly he shut the window and snatched up the stone and note. Iain could feel his heart in his throat as he untied the string. One of you didn't head my warning. And now Someone Will Pay! Iain's heart skipped a beat as his eyes scanned the paper. His thoughts right then were not of him. Nor of his family. They were of Bri. Iain shoved the paper into his pocket and ran from the house ignoring the alarmed looks from his parents.

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A party was the last place Brianna wanted to go to, but honestly she didn't want to be home alone. Besides Nick was going, so why not? The girl shook her head as she started to get dressed. She had been avoiding the mirror, but now that Bri was in front of it, she couldn't help but stare at her stomach. Even after she had agreed with Derek, Brianna kept the baby. There was no abortion, but she had told Derek she had gone through with it. She lied so he wouldn't know about the baby... Their baby. Brianna bit her lip at the thought and turned to the side. It hadn't been long so there was no baby bump. She was afraid that he would find out before she wanted him to. It's not like she could hide it forever. There would be a baby bump and Derek will either know that its his or think it was someone else. She was going to tell him and deal with the consequences then. With a sigh, Bri ran her hand down her shirt and turned away from the mirror. She needed to get out of this house. Taking a deep breath, she headed out. Brianna didn't think about the note she had received. The one she only mentioned to the other Nephilim. The others of their messed up little group didn't need to know, not yet anyways. Besides, she had wanted to talk to Iain about it. It was a little weird, but for some reason he was the only one she really wanted to dump her problems on. The only problem was, was that he didn't show up at school for the rest of the week. It was rather disappointing, but Bri dealt with it. It's not like she actually knew him for long. He didn't mean anything to her or at least he shouldn't. Bri couldn't get attached and yet she had showed him her wings. Something the Nephilim were careful to keep hidden. They were only visible when they wanted them to be and Bri just exposed herself in front of a boy she had just met. How messed up was that? The girl shook her head and left her room. She definitely needed to get out of there. Not only because she felt like she was suffocating, but also because she was kind of hoping that Iain would be at the party. Bri bit her lip at the thought and focused on getting to the party.

The damn note stared him in the face. It had been sitting there for the past week, haunting him, reminding him of his past. You lose everything don't you? Your title, your girls, your best friend, and next your life. He shivered at the words. They were so menacing and terrifying. Not much scared Ash, but the thought that someone might actually know how to destroy him was kind of terrifying. When Ash had come to this world and found all sorts of new creatures, he changed his name so no one knew who he was. Sure, it was just a shortening of his middle name, but no one needed to know that he was Prince Ash, Queen Mab's exiled son. They didn't need to know that he had lost everything because of one girl, one stupid girl, but he loved her. Ash shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. No, he needed to stop thinking about her. She was dead now and he needed to move on. The male took a deep breath and leaned against the pealing wallpaper. There was a party tonight and Ash needed to feel alive, so he was going. The need for glamour was the only reason why Ash went to parties and school. He needed something to keep him from withering away. There was no way in hell that Ash was going to let himself fall in love all over again. The male pushed the thoughts out of his mind and shook his head. He needed to stop thinking about this or else he was going to drive himself nuts. Either that or drive himself into some sort of depression. That was the last thing Ash needed. He ran a hand through his dark hair and quickly got dressed. It was all so hard to get use to. It felt just like yesterday that Ash was on an adventure with Meghan. Now, he was living in a shabby apartment trying to get through each day. Everything had changed in a matter of seconds and Ash was still having a hard time wrapping his head around it. He clenched his fists and shook the thoughts from his head. He was nowhere near where she lived, so he needed to just forget about her. Ash took a deep breath and left the room. What he needed to do was just to get out of there.

The party was in full gear by the time she got there. Even with so many people around though, Brianna didn't feel any better. The murderer was a psycho, so who was to say that he wouldn't attack them here? Things were so crazy and so many kids were drinking, no one would know what really happened. Bri shook her head at herself and pulled off her cardigan. Now, that she was here, Bri felt weird and out of place. There was nothing for her to do, considering she had no friends here. Well, except for Nick, but he was probably with Dimitri. She scanned the room seeing others from the group already there. She let out a sigh and sat down on the couch. People bumped into her, but never even apologized. Brianna was fine with it all, though. The spot she was in was fine, well until a couple started to make out. A shiver ran down her spine, before she got up and left her spot on the couch. A voice called out her name, but Bri ignored it, not really wanting to talk to anyone at that moment. There was a buzz in her pocket and Brianna happily took the distraction. Though as soon as she read it, all the oxygen left her body. No, he was going to kill someone and would be all her fault. He had sent her a note with a warning and she had done nothing. Well, ok she had showed it to the family she was living with, but they didn't take it seriously. The murderer was probably going to kill her now. Tears welled up in her eyes and Brianna looked around the room. Finally, she saw Iain. As soon as she spotted him, Bri ran towards him, throwing herself in his arms. "It's all my fault! I should've listened, but I didn't. He's probably going to kill me, now. I don't want to die," she sobbed into his shirt. Brianna continued to cry, clutching Iain as if her life depended on it. She never wanted to let go. Being with Iain made her feel a hell of a lot safer then when she was alone. Bri looked up at him with her tear streaked face, before resting her cheek against his chest once again. Her mind was racing as she tried to think of a solution, but there was nothing she could. Brianna bit her lip and buried her face in his chest.

So. Much. Glamour. A smirk crossed his face before he headed inside. All the girls were around him in a matter of seconds, but Ash eventually got out of the throng of girls. He went to the kitchen, needing a drink or something. Ok, he didn't really, but it was probably one of the less active places. Sort of. Of course there was still all the jocks. He ignored them regardless and got himself a bottle of water. The rest of it was just nasty stuff that mortals drank. He could never understand why they drink that stuff. He looked around the place when he saw a girl much like Ariella. His eyes went wide and Ash started to splutter. His drink went all over the place and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. She was dead. Had been for so long now and yet she was there? No, that couldn't possibly be it. He stared at the girl with wide eyes, when he noticed slight differences. His body relaxed a little, but Ash still felt on edge. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Unfortunately, the girl looked terrified. After awhile she made a ran for it and Ash stood there in shock. What. The. Hell? No, there was no way. He could not get involved and yet this girl fascinated him to a point that he almost didn't care. No, he had to care, otherwise he would just end up hurt again. There was no way he was going to do that to himself. The male shook his head at himself and walked off. He couldn't stay here with that girl. There was something about her that made him want to know more, but he wasn't going to let that happen. It would cause problems just like it did with Meghan. Ash pulled the glamour around himself, making it where no one would see him and made his way out.

ooc ;; its like midnight...
so i might color in the morning
and click the pics for outfits
o and say hi to Ash everyone, isnt he just super sexy? xD

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[Lualustriel]

The moon is up and there's a chill tonight


Come on and dance away the growing fright


If you want my love, you got to drink the blood


To go dancing with the devil in the pale moonlight


The beat is so strong, I got to take it on

If Lizzie Davenport was ever in the mood to escape reality, it was now. It had been one week since she showed up at school to find a threatening note stuffed inside her locker. With a killer on the loose, she didn’t exactly find the note entertaining. As self-centered as she could be at times, this blonde had troubles seeing the logic in the killer coming after her alone. This, however, was why she went in search of Veronica, the only 'outsider' who knew what she was. When she was rounding the corner was when her canine ears -yes, she’s a werewolf- picked up on something going on with the group Veronica always hung around, and Lizzie sometimes too. She had flattened herself against the wall, peeking around when she felt brave enough too. Some of them had notes in their hands, and all of them looked freaked out. Oh, Lizzie can still remember the delicious scent of their fear mingling together, at it’s different stages. Licking her lips, Lizzie thought about how she had just walked away. She had told no one of her note, which wasn’t a shocker. After all, she was quiet mysterious when she wanted to be. Besides, if a serial killer was coming after them, would it really help anyone to share the gossip? No. It wouldn’t. Harsh as it sounded, Lizzie didn’t need anyone to help her. She was scared, yes, but that emotion wouldn’t cripple her.

Shifting off her bed, knowing that if she wanted to go to the party tonight she’d have to get her act together and start getting ready, she moved to her dresser. Digging out the note, Lizzie wasn’t worried about anyone finding it. She lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment not far from her school and work. Opening the note, she whispered the hateful words on the page. “Beware. Every dog has it’s day, and yours will be soon. You’re next.” When her eyes glanced over the word ‘dog’ anger filled her chest and mind. How dare this fool threaten her, and her...acquaintances. Anyway, how did this person even find out about her secret? Sitting down on the floor by her dresser on the beautiful Indian rug, Lizzie’s thin arms pulled her knees close to her chest, which was starting to rise and fall rapidly. "No, no, no," she began to chant softly, in a mild sing-song voice. It didn’t sound like her, not truly. The pitch was a tad higher, and her words came out with a slightly demented draw to the accent. Her body began to rock as her head tipped forward, her long, straight blonde hair falling over her gorgeous face.

A terrifying laugh echoed from her then, Lizzie’s rocking turning into a gentle swaying from side to side. She wanted to hurt, to cry, to scream, to laugh, to dance, to run. She wanted to break things. Flying to her feet in a new-found fit of utter rage, Lizzie grabbed onto the lamp near her bed, and she tossed it at the floor with a cry. Hurrying to her dresser, she was about to swipe everything off the top with her arm. Just as she reached it, though, her neighbor (who was a fellow werewolf in her pack) came in and grabbed her from behind. Screaming wildly as she flailed, trying to hurt him to get away, Lizzie cursed his being. "Let me go you vile piece of demon shite!" Jabbing her elbow into Lane’s ribs, she tried to break his hold again. He didn’t let her go, instead calling out her name, telling her to come back and that everything was okay. "Liar!" she screeched, kicking at his knee and finally making him let her go. "Nothing is alright! And it’s all your fault! You killed them, didn’t you!? Didn’t you?!" Jumping at him, Lizzie held her hands out to choke him.

So, Lane punched her.

The pain touched some part of her that was lying dormant, taking shelter from her thoughts and feelings, from the world around her. It was then that Lizzie crumpled to the ground, heaving air into and out of her lungs. Lane, a football quarterback for their high school, eased closer to her, asking if she was okay. Lizzie just sat there for a second, looking at the floor. She didn’t remember how she had came to be on the floor, or why she was feeling so exhausted. And come to think of it, why was Lane there? Glancing around, she saw her favorite lamp broken on the floor, and she understood. See, Lizzie wasn’t only a werewolf, but she was schizophrenic. It didn’t happen often, but if an emotion or thought overwhelmed her suddenly, it was like a switch being flipped, a sick form of Russian Roulette. No one ever knew what she would be like. Would she be violent? Docile? Depressed? Hyper? This time it seemed she had gotten very angry. Shaking her head, Lizzie barked, "Get out, Lane!"

No, she wouldn’t thank him. She never did. It was the bitsch inside of her, the defiant part that swore on pain of death that she didn’t need anyone’s help, ever. Maybe it was because her parents and little brother were maliciously murdered when she was young, because some farmer found out what she was. She was young, and it was all her fault for getting caught hunting in the man’s field. She could have sworn he couldn’t see her flee when she had unexpectantly morphed back into her human form, but apparently her hair had given her away. It was after that when she was in her first (and only) foster home that her family began to realize she was strange. Not that it mattered. She ran away after being brought to a hospital and finding out she was basically crazy. She lived with another member of the pack, off in the woods, until she turned fifteen. She got a job, and has never stopped working and providing for herself. Hell, Lizzie even went back to school! Not that she kept going for very long. Now that she was a senior, she rarely showed up for very long, if at all. She was passing all of her classes, so what was the point?

Now that Lane was gone, and Lizzie felt a little more like herself, she mutely cleaned up her mess and found her wardrobe to change into for after she took her shower. A grey muscle shirt that clung to her curves finely, with a cute, light grey jacket-thing. Well, it wasn't a jacket, but she didn't know what else to call it. And she'd decided to go with her baggy black bondage pants, chains hanging from each side. Her little black studded belt also had a hanging chain. Quickly showering, ignoring the flashes of scarred skin she saw in the mirror as she changed, she walked back into her room and began to work on accessories. Her black crystal wolf tooth pendant was something she always wore about her neck, so that was a must. Now for her wrists. Her barbed-wire, black and pink jelly bracelets and her black rosary and chain bracelet on one, her stitches rubber bracelet on the other. Perfection? Not quite. She tugged on her short-fingered black motorcycle gloves and then moved to grab her favorite perfume: Poison by Dior. Spritzing some in the air and walking through it, it was one of the only perfumes her sensitive nose could handle.

Pulling on socks and slipping into her pink and black DC shoes, she was ready. Grabbing her Merlin pipe filled with pot, she took three hits really fast. Her schizo issues always seemed more relaxed when she was intoxicated. Feeling the effect almost instantly, and coughing as she grabbed her Marlboro Red cigarettes and her Ouiji Board zippo along with her phone, Lizzie finally headed out to the party, figuring she'd walk. She loved to walk. Once she got there, the smell alone made her groan out loud, making a few guys walking away look back her curiously. Lizzie wasn't one of those 'victims' of her gift. She didn't only feed when she had to, though she did take measures to keep from having bloodbaths every full moon. No, she relished the taste of flesh and blood, the sweet smell of humans and animals that made her weak at the knees. Shaking her head, feeling her fangs itching to come out, Lizzie smirked confidently and barged right in. Taking a deep breath to smell out one person in particular, she followed her nose until she found...

"Veronica, there you are sexy." Grinning at a boy just over Veronica's shoulder, Lizzie smiled to the younger teen. Veronica was probably the only person Lizzie would call an actual friend, though they were more. Veronica was like a little sister to Lizzie. Sure, Lizzie kinda infuenced how the girl drank and partied more, but hell, she wasn't really a sister, or a mother, or a caretaker, now was she? No. Though, admittedly, Lizzie did sort of look over the girl, even though she'd never confirm it or be caught doing so. Wrapping an arm around the girl in a form of hug, Lizzie inclined her head to the bottle in Veronica's hand. "Whiskey? Good choice. Mind joining me? I want to get a bottle too."

[littlemisssunshinegal]

"Every girl needs her fairy tale day-dream"

Parties were the ultimate escape from troubles. They were sort of a haven from the real world that just commanded that you just let you, strip down, and just know that your problems don't follow you into this world. It was the rebellious ball to this spunky princess and she would never ever let it go. Even though she hadn't seen Dante or Lizzie as of yet, she was having fun flirting with boys as they came and went. She was tempted to steal a few away for a game of poker they would never forget.

Of course, that depended on who found the elaborately dressed princess first. If Dante did, those two would be playfully talking, drinking, and playing a game of some sort for most of the night until some sort of drunk b***h showed up and he found a much more suitable prey.

If Lizzie did, well, those two would just be at their mischief. It was the older girl that introduced Veronica to this escape, and it was this girl that playfully called her "Princess V." for the first time when she was a freshman. Well, Princess V was a way of life to the girl now. She wouldn't turn back while she still looked as incredibly sexy as she did, never in a million and one years. For now right now, the teenage princess was standing in her lovely part of the party-house with her dress tenderly feeling her curves as she talked to a senior drunk boy rather shamelessly. That boy was already drunk, and the party had hardly begun.

After all of those nights of drinking straight in a row for Veronica at Dubs, she could very safely say that she had grown a tolerance of sorts for her drink of choice. Whiskey was one of those fun drinks that she always felt completely turned on while indulging in. Strong, full of the best after taste in the world, and just enough to get her crazy drunk every time she had it. However, the first bottle of the substance she held in her hand wasn't enough to even get her tipsy.

"So, Veronica, you alone tonight?" The older and much taller boy asked flirtatiously. He was trying too hard, she thought, much too hard. "Well, right now I am." She finished off her first bottle of whiskey and then looked to the boy with very playful blue eyes. "Did you wanna keep me company? Such a good thing for someone to do for the princess." They both laughed before he carelessly groped his hands around her waist. He was about to move them further down, he even started to move around the ruffle of her large skirt before she felt a much stronger, tinier, grip around her waist. The boy instantly backed up. "Veronica, there you are sexy." Took her long enough. Veronica laughed at her friend Lizzie as she scared the boy away from Veronica. It was the girl's grin that did that. Not that she minded, being with Lizzie was much more fun than having to reject an obviously horny boy. "Took ya' long enough, you sexy b***h." She turned to face the feisty blonde who wasn't much taller than her. "Whiskey? Good choice. Mind joining me? I want to get a bottle too."

Veronica pulled away from the hug and nodded, her grin never leaving her. "Sure. Should be plenty left." The princess was never able to guess why Lizzie was so completely and utterly full of energy all the time. It was the sort of energy that either came from her personality, or the fact she was a werewolf. Oh yes, Veronica knew that tid bit of information. The older girl had told her a year ago. At the same time, Veronica told her about her strange heritage. Sure, despite the genetics of this being wrong, she still said she was half blooded. She was more quarter blooded...but that was too much s**t to get into. So, she went with half Angelic and half Witch.

She saw no need to tell people that. Mostly because she would use her magic at parties like this. Whether it was her spells that charmed people in her direction or it was her....mannerisms that made her the Princess of the party despite not being a rich kid. This little princess completely and utterly broke the rules of both the Ministry and the Council and saw no shame in it. Sure, reps from both of them would find her eventually....but they wouldn't be stupid enough to find her at a party....-

But, hell, that's called her problems and those certainly weren't things to be talked about at such a party. The two girls made their way to the kitchen and before they knew it, they both had bottles in their hand and now just hung out in the kitchen. They talked mindlessly for several minutes (Veronica fixing her hair and tiara at least twice in that time). After several minutes, the tolerant sixteen year old was on her third bottle of whiskey. "What took ya so long, Lizzie? Did Lane try and make you stay back again?" The blonde girl's friend was a pain in the butt, almost like her brother. Why Lizzie kept that b*****d around was beyond the Princess.

Veronica Mallory