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Samantha Rose Campos

"I swear to God if you ask if I'm a demon..."

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a character in “Academy for the Supernatural”, as played by Starlight77

Description

Samantha Rose Campos

ā€œJust because I look like a demon doesnā€™t mean I am one, ok?ā€



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Nicknames:
ā€œYou can call me Sam. But, if you dare call me something besides Sam, I will hunt you down and make your life a living hell until you crack.ā€

Age:
17

Race:
Were-Snow Leopard

Sexuality:
Heterosexual
ā€œWhy do you need to know, anyway!?ā€

Height:
5ā€™1ā€™ā€™
ā€œArgh! I hate being so short!ā€

Weight:
Human Form: 125 pounds
ā€œWhatā€™s that look supposed to mean!?ā€
Snow Leopard Form: 105 pounds
ā€œIsnā€™t it odd how I weigh less in my animal form?ā€

Apperance:
Sam is ratherā€¦ petite looking. She has a small stature and a thin, weak, frail look to her. But she is anything but. Her body is riddled with lean, wiry muscles that can send someone running for the hills. Now, onto another subject. Her eyes and hair. Many believe she is a demon and not a were because of her hair and eyes. Her eyes are a burning orange-red, some people like to make jokes and say you can see right into hell through her eyes. Her hair is long and always free flowing, and is a dark red, adding to her demonic look.
ā€œMy mom used to say that it was destiny, the reason I look like this. She says I express the exact opposite of my animal as to surprise peopleā€¦ I think thatā€™s a load of crapā€¦ā€

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Personality:
Sam is, in a few words, cold, cruel, quiet and powerful. She never attempts to draw attention to herself and never goes out of her way to help someone out. A rock can express more emotion than she can sometimes. She has few to no friends most of the time. She likes to stand on the sidelines just listening to her music and mouthing the words. Sam is intelligent and cunning, but never tries when doingā€¦ anything, really. Except music. Music is her, well, life. Those who listen to her or watch her singing cannot believe she is the same person. So much passion and emotion is expressed through her music.

Talents:
~Music~
ā€œI donā€™t know whatā€™s worth fighting for, or why I have to screamā€¦-Hey! W-when did you get there!?ā€
Sam has the ability to play almost any instrument or song you throw at her. In all of her 17 years, sheā€™s learned to play electric and acoustic guitar, electric bass, drums, flute, keyboard, piano ā€œThose are two very different things., and violin. Not to mention that she can sing beautifully. She likes to break down songs and learn to play each of the instruments, record the vocals and instrumental, and then piece it together on the computer. She likes American music like modern rock band Three Days Grace, some pop by Train and the occasion Eminem song.
Music is probably the one thing that Sam actually has a deep passion for. People can hear her mumbling song lyrics in her sleep. If Sam catches you listening in on her singing or playing music without permission she will pummel you.

~Athletics~
Because of her were roots, Sam is naturally athletic. Some might even say sheā€™s better than the Royals, but she doesnā€™t think so herself. Truth be told, she would do much better if she actually cared about athletics. Her passion is music, not running around chasing a soccer ball or skating in circles hitting a puck.
ā€œDamn straight!ā€

~Dancing~
ā€œIā€¦ dabbleā€¦ā€

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Likes:
  • Music
  • Singing and Dancingā€¦Alone.
  • Sweet Foods
  • Cold Temperatures
  • Swimming

Dislikes:
  • Stereotypes ā€œI. Am. Not. A. DEMON!ā€
  • People Who Do Not Respect Personal Space
  • Those Who Judge Her By Her Species
  • Vampires

Powers/Abilities:
~Martial Arts~
ā€œThatā€™s an ability, right?ā€
Ever since she was younger, her parents taught her how to fight. Sheā€™s pretty good with knives and loves using her custom made katana. This girl knows how to kick ass in hand-to-hand combat. She has developed a special way of combat by changing certain parts of her body, like adding her tail and changing her hands into paws, allowing her to use her claws to slice up her opponent.

~Extreme Cold Resilience~
Sam is the were of an animal with the word snow in it. It is natural that she likes and can withstand climates suiting her animal.

~Fire Resistant~
Her inner snow cat protects her from any sort of fire attacks. Because of this, she always seems to be colder than anyone else.

~What Comes With Being a Were~
Sam has heightened senses of sight, smell and hearing, not to mention she can see rather well in the dark. She is much faster, stronger and is more agile than humans.

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Flaws:
~Her Temper~
Sam is very easily angered. Small things tick her off, like taking a snap at her, her family or species. She hates it when people ease drop on her playing music, or judge her by appearance.
When sent into a rage, Sam will start a fight. Her mind seems short out and there is a predatory look in her eyes. If throw into an extremely bad temper, she will fight and kill until sedated (which has happened more than once). When she wakes, she will not remember much from what happened.

~Considered Impassive ~
Sam is easier than a book to read. No matter how hard she tries, she cannot hide her emotions. So, in response to this, she tries to remain as emotionless as possible. The emotions she usually to expresses are annoyance, anger, and boredom.

~Weak to Silver~

Romantic interest:
ā€œW-why would you ask that..?ā€


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History:
ā€œ I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way. I know it's not alrightā€¦ā€ *sniff* ā€œYou didnā€™t see that!ā€

The town was a small one. It was completely inhabited by feline weres, and those are actually much rarer than you think. Samā€™s mother was a Snow Leopard were just like her. Her father was an Amur Tiger. Samā€™s birth was a normal one. The baby was healthy as well at the mother, despite her being rather frail.

Sam grew up with both of her caring parents. When she turned four, her mother told her that they were expecting another baby. A few months later, Sam had a little sister with bleach blonde hair like her father. She happened to take more of her fatherā€™s traits, and was a were-tiger.

Samā€™s family was everything to her, and her life was rather normal despite herā€¦ interesting heritage. Her passion for music began showing itself around the age of seven. The first instrument she learned to play was the piano, then guitar. She would put on little shows for her family and started teaching her little sister Jenna how to play piano. But the happiness did not last forever.

Sam was out with her father. They went to see a movie. She was fourteen. As her father unlocked the door, Samā€™s entire body stiffened. She burst through the door and screamed. Blood was everywhere. Her terror filled eyes settled on her motherā€™s dead body. Samā€™s shoulders quaked as she slowly walked over. A faint coughing sound was heard.

ā€œS-Sammy?ā€ A quiet voice whispered. Sam darted over to where her sister lay. She had been shot in the stomach. Tears welled up in both girls eyes.

ā€œIts ok, Jen. Youā€™re going to be ok, Iā€™m here now. S-Sammyā€™s going to protect you.ā€ He voice cracked as she choked back a sob.

Jenna gave a light, halfhearted chuckle. ā€œYou canā€™t protect me much longerā€¦ I relieve you of your dutiesā€¦ā€ Her eyes glazed over and chest went still.

Samā€™s father had to pry her from her dead sisterā€™s body. For days, all she did was cry. She sobbed until she was dehydrated, then hospitalized. She went to therapy, but it barely did anything. Ever since then she has been a shell of her former bubbly self. Her music got a bit darker, but she would never stop loving rock. Her father is still alive and well, but they grew apart. He never seemed to recover from the deaths.

Nightmares are not an odd occurrence. Sam finds herself waking up screaming and sobbing watching her sister die in her arms over and over. Her father always tries cheering her up. He even got her that Katana for her birthday. But she didnā€™t even crack a smile. Sam even tried self-harm. There are still scars on her wrists, and if you ask about them, well, good luck. She stopped when she turned 16. Her father told her she should attend this school he found. She agreed to go the next year.

Clubs/Teams they're a part of:
Due to Sam liking to always lay low, she doesnā€™t join very many clubs. Sam is going to join the music club, but that is most likely going to be it.

Thoughts and relationships to other characters:
TBA

Theme Songs:
World So Cold~Three Days Grace

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So begins...

Samantha Rose Campos's Story

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Everything was quiet. Her curtains were shut and the room was rather dark. All that could be heard was the slow, calm breathing of the sleeping girl that took claim to this bedroom. When, suddenly, the wonderful bliss that was silence was shattered as a loud alarm clock went on. It did not have the usual beeping sound, but a very loud electric guitar strum.

Sam flew out of her bed, almost literally. She hopped out of the bed with amazing speed and did not hesitate to slam her fist onto the alarm, practically breaking the beaten thing. ā€œIā€™m never going to get used to that, am I?ā€ She huffed, dragging her feet over to a mirror. A small hand rubbed the sleep filled eyes, creating a very unbearably cute motion. She stopped, realizing this, and let her hands drop onto the desk. With a light groan, she trudged over to her things. All day yesterday she packed and packed and packed, making sure she had everything she needed. ā€œClothes, uniform, laptop, laptop stuff, iPod, electric guitarā€¦ā€ She grabbed her normal red and white electric and gripped the handle to its case firmly. Though Sam will never admit it, she was very nervous. With a sigh, she started migrating her things downstairs.

ā€œLet me help you with some of that stuff, Sam.ā€ Her father said grabbing her guitar and bag from her hands and carried it downstairs for her, dropping it near the front door. ā€œSit and grab something to eat before you shove off.ā€ Sam nodded and walked into their kitchen, and made toast and had some milk. She was ready to go within another ten minutes.

ā€œIā€™m ready.ā€ Her voice was firm yet quiet. Her father nodded and opened the door, letting her out first. She sat in the back of her now luggage loaded car. She shoved her ear buds deep into her ear and leaned her head on the wall, blasting Skillet in her ears.

The drive was about an hour long, so Sam caught a quick nap. Her father shook her shoulder gently, and she woke up gasping for air, eyes wide with fear. She quickly calmed her breath and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasnā€™t crying.

ā€œAgain? The same one?ā€ Her father knelt down and asked her softly. Sam nodded and looked at the ground, feeling like a child. Her mouth was dry and she swallowed multiple times, feeling a lump form in the back of her throat. ā€œEverything is alright. Youā€™ve got a great school to go to, not to mention Iā€™m still here. No come on, itā€™s time for you to make friends.ā€ He stood up and pulled her out of the car. Sam was rather annoyed with her father, not to mention she felt tears still pricking the back of her eyes.

Samā€™s father took her bag and guitar case from the trunk and handed them to her. ā€œWant me to help you settle in?ā€

Sam whipped around on the spot and glared him. ā€œGod no! The thought of that makes me embarrassed already.ā€ She shuddered jokingly. He snickered and walked up to her, and plopped a kiss on the top of her head. ā€œStop it!ā€ She hissed, jumping out of the way. He laughed again.

ā€œHeheheā€¦ Iā€™ll call you later sweetheart.ā€ He walked back to his car and drove off, waving in her direction.

Sam walked with her bag and guitar. She had practically no idea where she was going, but wandering around can be good to get the feel of things. After about twenty minutes of wandering, someone seemed to notice her lost expression. They pointed her towards the girlsā€™ dorm. She nodded, not giving him a thanks. ā€œRoom 106ā€¦ā€ Sam muttered and once again found herself wandering around. Another twenty minutes later, she reached her destination.

Fumbling with her key for a moment, she finally seemed to get a good grip on it and unlock the door. Dragging her stuff in, she noticed that two beds were already claimed, so she took the last one. Sam unpacked hastily, stuffing things into drawers. She set her laptop on the desk and plugged it and started it up. She then clicked on one of her favorite songs. Little did she know it was one max volume. The intro music to the songblared as she jumped out of her seat and smacked the pause button.

ā€œMy God!ā€ She gasped, turning the volume down then shutting the laptop off. So she just hopped onto her bed and lied down, her fingers laced together and her hands behind her head. Maybe another little doze is in orderā€¦

As Sam was trying to catch a few Zā€™s, her super acute senses picked up on a conversation that was taking place not too far from her dorm. The sound of the two individual's voices sent shivers down her spine. Somehow, she could tell that this would not be the last she would hear of themā€¦



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ā€œWhat is it going to take to some sleep around here!ā€ Sam wailed, rolling over onto her stomach and clamping her hands over her ears. With an annoyed hiss, she sat up and hopped off of the bed. She looked down at her school uniform and scowled. She loathed the fact that she had to wear a skirt. Under her skirt she was wearing a pair of white shorts. You couldnā€™t see them, so she hoped that no one would notice. Sam wasnā€™t sure why she didnā€™t want anyone to noticeā€¦ hopefully this was allowed. She has never been to a school where she had to wear a uniform. Plus, her body was so small that she had to buy from the sizes from the year younger than her, and it was still rather baggy. This was very aggravating in many ways.

ā€œFresh air will do me good anywaysā€¦ā€ Sam muttered under her breath as she snatched her iPod from her dresser. Turning the door knob, she peeked out; making sure that the hallway was empty. Glad that it now was, she made sure her dorm key was in her pocket, and then left the dreary, empty room, closing the door behind her.

Sam walked down the hall briskly, while putting her ear buds into her ears. She scrolled through all of her songs, not sure what to listen to. Sam walked out of the building and entered the garden. She wasnā€™t exactly paying attention to where she was going, which was rather stupid of her. Being preoccupied, she bumped into a guy who seemed to be much taller than her, which wasnā€™t an oddity. The guy whipped around to face her with a very annoyed expression.

ā€œWatch it freshman!ā€ He snapped. Samā€™s nose twitched, catching a large whiff of body spray and vampire.

What he said immediately ticked her off because she was not a freshman. Everyone had a kick out of judging her by her height. ā€œIā€™m not a freshman!ā€ She hissed through clenched teeth. People stopped and stared at their little scene.

ā€œAre you sure? I mean, just look at you!ā€ He snickered rather coldly, and his buddies behind him joined in. Sam felt no embarrassment in what was happening. Just anger. Her fists balled up as her red eyes locked with his. He stopped laughing and swallowed, and decided to bring his attention elsewhere. ā€œWhacha got there Shorty?ā€ He said snatching Samā€™s iPod out of her hands. ā€œOhhh cool! Little kids shouldnā€™t be playing with such expensive toys! How about I keep it for you?ā€ He snickered again. Samā€™s entire body tensed. Her eyes darted around, settling on each of this annoying guyā€™s buddies. Then back on him. In half a second, Sam crouched down and swept her leg underneath the bully, making him fall backwards onto his back. While he was stunned, trying to gasp for air, Sam darted forwards and took back her music player. She stood up straight, gave the group a mock solute, turned on one foot and sprinted off. She gained speed, her feet thumping against the ground. Sam released an annoyed snarl when she heard them giving chase. It feels like an inverted version of cat an mouseā€¦ Sam smiled to herself.

ā€œExcuse me!ā€ Sam yelled as she ran in between two dark haired girls. They both seemed to be playing with their phones. Not too soon after, five guys, her pursuers, ran by them as well. Sam took a sharp turn and ran back into the building hoping to lose them in the halls.


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"No worries Allen" Allen gave the slightest nod at the 'understanding', and Allen was about to explain just what would happen to the creature should he ever do anything that involved another guy in 'their' room. Even thinking about it being 'their' room was making him grind his teeth in frustration, and a part of Allen hoped the 'Mathew' creature would do it. Allen would melt the rubber condom as it was in 'use' and ensure the man never was able to use his 'tool' again. Allen paused in his thoughts, did a homosexual use condoms? No, that didn't really make sense as why would they need to? Unless Fae were incredibly odd in that two males could have a children, but such a notion only brought an extremely unpleasant image to his mind. How would that even... C-section.. Allen shook his head sending his long silver hair flying behind him in an attempt to dispel the extremely disturbing thoughts.

"OK! come my dear i just saw that hot guy Tulio pass by let us HUNT!!" Allen clenched his fist, he had just manged to get the revolting images out of his head when the creature spoke of another man. He fought down the bile that rose in the back of his throat. It must have been a Japanese things. He noted that this worthless nation had a way of attractive... fruitcakes.

"Have a nice day Allen" Allen inclined his head to the well-endowed being of lunar light in acknowledgment of her farewell. His 'gallant' werewolf 'companion' gave a sigh as the object of his attention, the filthy vampire 'royal', had departed. "That was... awkward." The boy said trying to find the right word to describe the fruitcake and the white eyed girl in the baggy clothes.

"Mention it again and I will end you." Allen snarled. He did not need this guy reminding him after he had finally purged the images from his mind.

"Fair enough." The boy said raising his hands in mock surrender not that he thought the blind kid could see it, "Come on." The boy said leading him down the hallway and to the bathrooms, "We are at the bathrooms in the east wing." He said and waited for Allen to nod his confirmation, "Take me to the spot of my classes. Don't talk. I need to count." Allen said as it was hard enough to do it without having to mindless listen to prattle. He had to remember every step and every turn to each of his locations otherwise he would never know how to get around. Allen knew he could request an aid to help him every day, but there was no way in hell that was going to happen. He was not a child who needed to be lead by the hand.

Lost in his counting, he barely noticed a blur of blue and red rush past him. Glancing up, he saw a short, and rather flat, form of blue with red trimming rushing down the hall being chased by five boys of various colors.

"Hey." His odor ridden 'companion' said, "Think we should help her?" He asked watching their disappearing form.

"No." Allen said.

"You sure?" The Wolf boy said looking down the hall with some longing. The short, relatively flat-chested, girl most have been attractive.

Allen glanced at the sky-blue figure, "Yes. I am fucking sure. I am not wasting my time helping some flat-chested girl. I don't care why those guys are chasing her, hell, they could pull her into the bathroom and play chess on her flat chest for all I care. Now, keep walking before I forget what number I was on. Forty-three by the way." Allen added in verbally to reinforce the number in his mind.

The guide stared at him for a long time before finally saying what he had wanted to say all this time, "You are really an asshole."

Allen nodded, "What was your first fucking clue? Also, its R not L." He said annoyed as once more the man's accent butchered the R sound, "Even if you came to her rescue, she wouldn't let you stick your prick in her, so just keep leading on."

Of course, their fighting in the middle of the hallway was attracting some attention, but Allen paid them no mind. They were all insects, and he wouldn't waste his time telling them to politely 'fuck off'. With a grumble that Allen was just barely not able to make out, the wolfboy continued on his way leading him further, "Like I would want to touch a filthy demon." The wolf said, almost, to himself. Allen ignored him because, honestly, why did he care if he hurt this 'guys' pride? He didn't.

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Character Portrait: Amon Lynch Character Portrait: Belial Lynch Character Portrait: Katherine Goldsworthy Character Portrait: Samantha Rose Campos Character Portrait: Allen Tabernathy Character Portrait: Carmon Whisp
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Of course it was a wonderful idea, his brain was practically blessed with the Midas touch. He didn't solve the Water Temple level on pure luck, he had something called creativity and genius. What? Did people think he scored aces on exams and tests without straining himself because he had to cheat? Yeah right, that wasn't worth the effort. Then again, demons were on a whole different level, one couldn't just expect other creatures to rival those that mastered trickery and rhetoric upon their first birth. For a moment he considered this, eyes traveling upwards to the ceiling, engrossed with his thoughts. How did they even live? Really, it must be terrible. Wait a second, what were they doing again?

Oh right, tormenting students! With his attention again focusing on causing some beginning-of-the-school-year-chaos Amon looked towards Katherine, nodding his head to approve of her suggestions. She was one of the more intelligent examples, it probably helped that she didn't have her mind set on bringing world peace and all that vapid bullshit. "The headmaster? Why are you mentioning that old geezer?" He asked, confused, but the thought was deemed too boring to hold onto, and his amber colored eyes darted to the side, imagining their current plan in action, and soon a smile grew. "I like it though. The killer will be easy to find, we'll just threaten them, and if they loose, it'll be them to act as our personal butler, or maid. I like to keep my options open." Really, whatever would get underneath their skin the most is what would be implemented, maybe he should see to it that they'll loose.

"But say the killer wins, then we don't get to punish anyone. So if the mystery is never solved, we'll make it Hell week." Pun intended. "Maybe I'll sign everyone up for gym classes and volunteer hours. Help out the school, clean my pool, run a few miles, it'll be nice, sort of like vacation but with miserable teenagers." Amon hummed, twirling the dagger in his hand, their tears could be their ambrosia. "Either way, it's win-win for us." When was it not? The dark haired boy's expression only budged through a twitch in his eyebrows, starting to grow bored with just talking about it. Now he needed some action, and he reached forward with his other hand, grabbing Katherine's wrist and pulling it towards him, placing the dagger in her palm. "So why don't you find our serial killer and I'll gather my connections and get the masquerade set up? Don't worry about advertisements, I'll have Belial work on that." He held onto her for a moment, their eyes meeting with his jaw tense from the excitement, and when he released her he smirked, stepping to the side soon after. Well, it was time to get to work. Really, the students should be thanking them, otherwise they'd live humdrum lives in a boring slice-of-life anime, talk about lame.



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Quickly Belial entered her number and name into Carmon's contacts, and a light ring rang inside her head, as if she had just received an achievement award. She had just made a friend! Or at least, gained an acquaintance, either way it began on good terms, plus the girl was cute, and that's all that mattered. Maintaining a good, positive presence among peers was always beneficial, it's what made warriors conquerors after all. You can't get anywhere without followers, supporters and allies. She passed the phone back and looked over the new address in her phone, and with a tiny smile the phone returned to the safety of her pocket, but the lift in her lips didn't last long, not when she spotted Carmon's obvious dismay.

"Hey, don't worry!" Tentatively she reached forward, placing her hand on the young woman's shoulder in a way that was meant to be comforting, but not over stepping her boundaries and Belial soon returned her hand to her side. "I'm a freshmen too, we'll be able to get through it together!" She insisted, curling her hands into determined fists, and that's when a voice broke her thoughts with a flash of red passing through her vision. Why so much red? Stunned, Belial's head swiveled over to where the mass ran off to, and deduced that the flash was actually a very petite girl with lengthy, crimson hair, and while at first she felt as if the stranger was at fault, five older boys then pushed passed her and Carmon as well, running after the girl.

Bullies, a group of brutes were targeting a cute girl! It made something snap inside her, and anger flowed, her veins beginning to flood with the wrath of the demon she was, and she would have to praise herself later for being able to turn towards Carmon with a straight face, maintaining enough control to seem normal. "Well, it looks like I'll have to take care of that. I'll talk to you later, Carmon-chan!" With a forced smile she bowed quickly, and then darted off to where the group had ran, her legs burning as her heartbeat accelerated, pounding with rage directed at the five males. Oh how dare they! Not in this school would they terrorize this poor girl - oh, how she would love to wring their necks...

It was her brash haste that led her to nearly run into two male students, one with silver hair, and the air practically escaped from her lugs as her shoes skidded across the tile floor, creating a harsh screech in her ears. She stumbled to the side, nearly falling to the ground, but she found her equilibrium or at least, part of it to prevent such an embarrassing disaster. "I'm so, so sorry!" She apologized quickly, breathlessly. Although she would usually say more, right now she had a job to do, and she ran off down the hall, her toes hardly making a sound against the floor, moving with ease and practice, as if she practically ran on top of air. "Stop!" Belial shouted the command, and her voice had changed it's pitch, even its nature. It was lower, harsher, and it caused some of the boys to look back, startled that the anger had some from her tiny frame. She needed to catch up with them now, and she had to try and do so without having to display her showy ability to the world. Was school life always like this?!

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These guys just would not give up. It was going to end badly for themā€¦

Sam ran down the halls, and became aware of another being that seemed to be chasing her. She uttered a snarl and tried to run faster, but she was at her limit, plus she did have some distance between her and them. She rounded a corner, and suddenly slammed into a mass. Being completely unprepared, she bounced off and stumbled back, landing on her butt. She ran into an opening door.

She ran into a door.

Stupid stupid stupid!

ā€œGotcha!ā€ The lead douchebag grabbed her by her hair and lifted, picking her back up to her feet. Sam did have to admit, this hurt quite a bit. She let out a little gasp and her eyes widened, then narrowed again.

Well if he wants to play dirtyā€¦ Sam smirked.

"Stop!" A voice from behind shouted. Some of the group turned to look, which supplied her with a distraction. With her jaw clenched, she concentrated hard, squeezing her eyes shut.

Her hands changed first. Her fingers grew shorter and shorter, not to mention silver-blue hair grew on her hand. Claws grew and quickly, her hands became large, fluffy paws. Her sickeningly sharp new claws slid out of place. Sam reached back and felt the tips connect with flesh, leaving nice thin marks.

ā€œOw!ā€ Her tormenter dropped Sam. She was ready for this. She pivoted on one foot and faced the boys. Taking a few steps back, she darted forward, hopping into the air. Sam planted a solid scissor kick on the leaderā€™s chest, making him fall flat backwards. Sam used him as a spring board and back flipped off of him before he hit the ground. She landed steadily and looked down at him as he groaned on the floor. Her eyes locked with the black haired girl who she had run by outside.



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"47, 48." Allen muttered as he counted under his breath. Each step had to be relatively even otherwise it would throw off his count, and he would slam into a wall which would put a damper on his day. It was always a strange feeling to see red feet shaped shapes stepping onto utter darkness. The darkness, of course, being the hallway's floor because lacking any sort of life, save for the occasional insect lime green, it did not have an aura and left only a dark abyss. He was constantly walking on something that he could not see. Sometimes it felt as if he was going to fall into the unyielding darkness and be swallowed up for an eternity.

Allen snapped his head up as a voice interrupted his counting and musing, "I'm so, so sorry!". Allen glanced at it and wished he hadn't. The bright white light pierced and made him wince. At a far off distance like earlier, the brightness was manageable, but she was so close now that it was like staring into a light bulb. It took a few seconds for his mind to adjust to the brightness, and he noticed the faint 'discharges' that were almost like lightning running along her body. It was an odd aura, but not the strangest he had ever seen.

"Man, such a wasted chance. She is such a cutie." The wolf-boy said with a whistle, "Don't you th.." He started before realizing once again that Allen was blind. Fighting down the numerous insults and desires to inflict bodily pain on his 'companion', Allen chose not to respond and merely ignore him. He was a little annoyed that he missed a chance to insult a royal as she seemed to be in a hurry, no doubt chasing those five boys and the girl with no breast. Well, that was a little unfair as she had breast, just not enough. When all one could see was shapes, there was only so many ways that could be used to describe people besides 'auras' which normal people did not understand, so Allen tended to use breast to judge females. Every guy did it; he was merely more vocal about it.

"52. Fifty-" Allen said staring once more at his feet to ensure the stepping distance remained consistent. His guide turned the corner and Allen followed and met a wall. Or it felt like a wall. Allen stumbled backwards from the sudden and unexpected impact before finally falling backwards and crashing against the ground with a grunt of pain and surprise. "What the fuck!" Allen growled looking up to what he smashed into. The aura was one he remembered, the vampire from earlier. Goldworthy. The disgusting creature with the stupid name, and there she was. Looking down on him after smashing in to him. How dare she.

Allen clenched his hands drawing blood once more as he pushed himself up and off the ground. How dare she look down on him after running in to him, probably on purpose. "You okay?" Wolf boy said appearing from around the corner and then stopped when he noticed the same beautiful woman he had been ogling before.

"No, I am not fucking okay. This stupid," He said motioning at Katherine, "Vampire bitch ran into me like a fucking retarded bull."

Allen took a step towards Katherine, staring down at her... figuratively speaking of course, and then he realized it. In the collision, he had forgotten what number he was on, "God damn it." Allen said furious, "You made me forget how many fucking steps I had taken. Apologize wretched, filthy creature."

Wolf-boy stepped forward and grabbed Allen's arm, "Hey man, chill." Allen ripped his arm out of his grip, "Don't you tell me to 'chill'."

"Apologize." Allen said, and pointed at the ground, "On your knees."

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Katherine was distracted for only a moment. She wondered if he thought such a pathetic attack would falter her. She was already as many could say fully charged as having another pureblood vampire's blood ran through her veins due to the killing of her uncle Katherine was much stronger than usual and therfore had much better stamina for the time being. When he came at her she smirked and in that same instant all the glass windows surrounding them shattered sending pieces of glass everywhere. She deduced he was new to the academy as their biggest rule was not to kill any other creature on campus and during your time time attending but she'd be glad to refreshen his memory of the rules. She quickly sent shard his way cutting through the fireball and dogded it before sending them his way.

She was sure not all of them did not cut him but as many as she had sent flying she knew some did. The fireball had hit a nearby locker and now it was her time to lunge at him. She was faster than any car, human, or wild animal. This was proven when her hands were at his throat as she stood behing him and a larger glass shard she grabbed before lunging was aimed at his back. The slightest movment and the shard would cut into his back. "Don't you know that you are not to kill any student here? I'm a lot stronger than you and faster. I'm willing to break a rule or two in the means of self-defense." she still had a smirk plastered on her features. When in times like these her instincts would automatically kick in which explained why her eyes were now a bright, lit crimson and her fangs were beared.

"I don't understand what your hatred for me as an individual is stemming from as I don't even know your name bbut if it's a fight you want then you got it." in that instant she was gone. The glass shard now dropped and she stood a good distance from him. He was beginning to irk her but knowing he'd refer to a female as a bitch a demand that she apologize to him showed a bit more of his character that she disliked but she did give him credit of him picking a fight with her depsite the risk of possible death but for now she'd fight him to show him she wouldn't allow him to act such a way and demand such things from her as would never do such things he demanded and she was also a bit curious about why it is he hated her when really this is the first time she's ever laid eyes on him.

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Touchy? Perhaps, a lot changed in the four years he had been at this school, and in a way he became smarter, saw more, learned what contact could do to people, if so timed right. Considering her words with an amused smile he stored away her reaction in his mind for future reference. For some reason Katherine only became more interesting in his perspective, and he sat down at the desk, flipping open a laptop and retrieving a phone. Was it because she had killed someone recently? Or was it her increased interest in tormenting the students with him that caused his interest in her psychology to spike? He began dialing the phone, ready to use the favors the student orchestra owed him, and thought of how much fun his vice president could be.

Time passed and orders were given, the group of blackmailed fools were heading to the underground passageways after retrieving the needed supplies for him. He would need to wait before heading down there himself, so currently he was sending and looking through emails, opening the first sent from a sophomore that worked for him a spy, again with the blackmail. It wasn't his fault if people were too stupid to hide their stalker photos of that werewolf girl, and without thinking he played the video file, watching as a low quality video of a boy he didn't recognize, and two girls he did, appeared on the screen. Amon's eyebrows rose, largely uninterested in the werewolf (who his little slave was still stalking, go figure) and the fae woman, but for some reason the picture of focusing on the stranger, who apparently was the blasphemous scum here.

"When I got 'ere yesterday, I over 'eard two students talkin' ta each other... A lad an'a lass... The girl didn't seem that off fer some reason, but the fella... 'E was short, only about five an'a half feet tall, black 'air, ye could confuse 'im fer a girl if 'e wore a dress... I eh overheard 'im talking..."

Wait...what the fuck? He was half convinced he just popped a blood vessel, because something had burst, be it physically and/or mentally, and by the way his fingernails dug into his palms, he could sense that it was boiling, red hot anger that had flowed through the closed circuit. So this guy thought he could just go around talking shit? Well, he was about to get hit, and with the words of short and girl running through his mind Amon stood from his seat with his body tense and he stormed through and out the student council room, down the nearest staircase, heading straight for the cafe, where the bastard was hopefully still at. He would tear this place apart if he had to, and stomping through the door with rage fuming off of him he heard an announcement over the PA system, the office secretary's voice as irritating as ever.

Tonight, instead of an assembly, we are hosting a special event to bring our new students together! Let go of your worries and be sure to attend our Masquerade - it is mandatory and all students are required to come! Rule breakers will not be tolerated! Drinks and food will be provided with music and space to dance and socialize! Take this as a chance to get to know your new classmates and form closer bonds! It will run from eight to midnight, the dress code is formal to semi-formal and a mask, if you do not own a mask one will be provided for you, and the location is the newly renovated school second basement! Stairways to the basement are now open off of the gym on the first floor of the main building. There will be a contest held that will result in a rewarded winner, so everyone ā€“ try your best and behave yourselves! But more importantly, have fun!

At least something was going right! Before long Amon was pushing his hands against the door of the cafe, the bell ringing as his foot hit the tile, and instantly he felt eyes on him, but he gave them no attnetion as he searched for that ginger haired brat. His teeth were bared as he walked through the building, and soon he found his target, making a beeline towards the table him and Callista and Blu were sitting at. Oh, he was going to get it, and when he stood in front of the table his hands slammed downwards on the surface, causing it to shake, the silverware jingling from the disturbance. "You." He practically growled at the other male student, his teeth transforming into sharp, pointed bones without him noticing, showing them off with his scowl. Paying no mind to anyone else his eyes narrowed, glaring at the boy as he let his wrath become concentrated. It was too bad he couldn't narrow his eyes until lazers began shooting out of then, but then again, that would be merciful.


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Her vocal intervention seemed to be enough to prevent the boy from hurting the girl any further, because soon the red head was fighting back, slashing upwards with paws in place of hands. Belial stood in place only a few paces away from the fighting, watching as the wereling displayed exactly what kind of power she had, that she was not some weak little girl that had to run away from a group of repulsive, cowardly bullies. Her style was impressive, steady and seemed to be what she thought to be practiced, as if the girl had been in plenty of fights before, and with respect the demon watched as the smaller student leapt and kicked the elder. In a moment it was over over, the ruffian lying on the floor with his breath stolen, her eyes meeting the crimson haired stranger, and finally her heartbeat slowed.

Somehow, she manged to smile, relieved that the girl wasn't harmed any further. "Are you okay?" She questioned, but her eyes flew over to the five men, and that smile was quickly pulled into a frown. "Wait one second." Sending the girl, who was about the same height as her, an apologetic look she approached the five boys, her hands on her hips. "Are you seriously chasing after people on the first day of school? That's truly pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you five." Her voice was demeaning, eying them with scorn and disappointment.

"You should be ashamed. Luckily you won't get unpunished, seeing that I'm from the student council and will see that you five will be receiving detentions for the rest of the week." From her threat one of young men took a menacing step forward, but Belial held her ground, glaring at the student. "Don't make me turn it into a month. Now, be good, and give me your names so we can put all of this behind us." She could feel her anger weaving into her light, carefree tone and false smile, and unsurprisingly each of them gave her their names, soon sulking off down the hall, talking amongst themselves in what was most likely, mindless chatter. A sigh escaped her lips, at least it hadn't ended terribly, and she turned back towards the unnamed girl, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "Now that that's out of the way, I'm Belial Lynch, and are you hurt?" She questioned, quickly looking over the girl, and oh was she adorably tiny, with the school uniform being the icing on the cake. Actually, bandages might make her cuter...but hopefully she didn't have to go the infirmary!

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Sam was in another battle stance already, one foot a bit apart from her other, and her paws were almost like little fluffy fists as she held them out in front of her. The dark haired girl smiled a bit and asked, "Are you okay?" Sam gave her a slight nod. "Wait one second." Her smile was more apologetic. Her glare rested on the five boys. "Are you seriously chasing after people on the first day of school? That's truly pathetic, I almost feel sorry for you five." She spoke sternly, as if scolding a group of toddlers, which was how they were acting anyway.

"You should be ashamed. Luckily you won't get unpunished, seeing that I'm from the student council and will see that you five will be receiving detentions for the rest of the week.ā€ Sam made the mental note to remember this girl was in the student council. One of them stepped forward threateningly, and Sam tensed up, slowly going back into her battle position.

"Don't make me turn it into a month. Now, be good, and give me your names so we can put all of this behind us." Her menacing tone and powerful glare seemed to overpower the boys as they all came forward and gave her their names. As the lead douche walked past Sam, she stuck out her foot and tripped him, sending him stumbling forward. He turned and glared at her, and then kept walking when his buddies told him it wasnā€™t worth it.

"Now that that's out of the way, I'm Belial Lynch, and are you hurt?" Sam turned back to face their girl. She was younger than Sam, but about the same height. Sam mentally growled.

Sam was going to snap a response along the lines of, ā€œI can take care of myself,ā€ but a certain old manā€™s face popped into her head, asking her, begging her to make friends. That man being her father and her last living relative, Sam sighed and decided it was worth a try.

ā€œMy name is Sam.ā€ She stuck out a hand to shake, but realized her hands were still paws. ā€œWhoopsā€¦ā€ She muttered and watched as her fingers elongated, the fur shrunk back into her skin, and her claws turned back to finger nails. She stuck her hand back out and continued by saying, ā€œIā€™m fine. He didnā€™t have enough time to hurt me.ā€ Sam nodded.


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Katherine dropped the shards after hearing him declare his defeat. "You put up quite the fight but I see no reason in kicking you when you're already down. So now I'll spare you but if theres a next time you won't be so lucky." that was a promise not a threat though either her voice remained sweet-sounding. She had already beat him and she had no vendetta against him so she saw no reason to end his life. It was those she hated or did have a reason to kill, those are the ones who should fear for their lives if they were to get into an altercation with her. "Sorry but I can't stay and chit chat. I've got other things to do but you should probably take it easy for a bit." Katherine was gone in an instant. She stopped when she spotted Belial and a red-head.

With a kind smile she approached the two. "Belial I'm glad you made that announcement." she said to the underclassmen then turned to the red-head. This seemed interesting to her for some reason. She was sure her uniform had taken some damage this was proven bu the two holes and singe marks surrounding them. One was on her sleeve while the other was a hole near her the lower part of her stomach. For right now though she hadn't spoke about it. She stuck out her hand for the red-head to shake it. "Hello, I'm Katherine Goldsworthy, student council vice president." she introduced. She was thinking that she may have just found the killer in the party.

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His arrival seemed to disturb the boy's friends, the taller of the two putting an arm between them, saying something he didn't care about, and therefore didn't comprehend. She might as well have been talking about dish soap and clementines, and Amon turned his face towards the girl with long, blue hair (Wasn't her name Celestia or something? California? Calli-whatever), and his eyebrows raised, unimpressed. For a moment his eyes narrowed and he glanced up to the ceiling as if silently asking 'why does this chick think she can talk to me?' and without responding to her incomprehensible gargling he turned back to the dumbass who - was he smirking?

Again something was breaking, cracking under pressure, and the dark haired boy crossed his arms, furrowing his brow at the taller male - who was probably only that tall because of an enchantment, cheater. He was about to speak, spit out an insult that would shove a dagger into the male's lungs, and then he said it again. Short. It should have been impossible for him to widen his eyes so much, and he swore he could feel his pupils contracting into slits as he saw red. Someone else was talking, however he couldn't hear them, and Amon took three controlled steps backwards, away from the table, and his expression remained in that same, locked enmity.

"I'm going to tear your larynx to shreds." His threat was deadly serious in his wrath, and it was steady, calm, controlled unlike his previous display. This guy was going to regret looking down on him, and without warning Amon sprinted forward, pressing down on the ground and jumping up onto the table, smashing a glass plate as he landed. It was too bad he wouldn't be lucky enough for one of those shards to somehow fly up and become lodged into this guy's forehead. Nevertheless, gathering supernatural energy and concentrating it into his form Amon leapt again, throwing his weight and momentum towards the taller student, hands reaching outwards to grab onto his shoulders, aiming to knock the air out of the student with his knee, and then threaten him with detention. There was no discipline like physical punishment, the larva wouldn't learn any other way.


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Sam. Was that a nickname? The corners of Belial's lips lifted, deciding that either way the name fit the young, gusty girl, and when she went to shake Sam's hand she paused, noticing that they were still transformed into leopard paws. Her mouth formed a surprise 'o', and she giggled because of the girl's mistake, finding her absentmindedness endearing if not anything else. It must be difficult to keep track of your body when you're always transforming, and as the other girl shifted back into a full, human form she wondered if it was possible for her to just morph her ears into that of a feline...and maybe a tail too. Quickly her eyes darted away, imagining the sight, and deciding it was too adorable to keep in her head. So was this school a beacon for cute students? This wasn't fair...she wasn't sure if she should be happy or afraid.

When Sam offered her hand again Belial shook it, her smile returning and countenance steady as ever. "It's nice to meet you Sam. I'm glad you're not hurt." When she was done speaking she let go of the girl's hand, and just as she was about to say something else, out of seemingly no where Katherina appeared, thanking her, and in reaction she rubbed the back of her neck, embarrassed. "You're welcome." She replied, looking down to the ground for a moment. For a second there she completely forgot about the Masquerade, and the entire event sent off warning bells in her head. What were they planning?

She had to keep herself from gulping and she looked back up to Katherine, observing her warily, and occasionally eying the tears and burns on her uniform. What had happened? Belial wanted to question the vice president but thought it would be rude, and therefore kept her mouth shut, waiting for the opportunity. Worried, she shuffled her feet, looking at how Katherine offered her hand to Sam, and she remained silent. Why was the first day so chaotic? It seemed to that her brother and Katherine was behind a good chunk of the incidents as well...and the party didn't exactly comfort her. Oh, she had a long year ahead of her, didn't she?

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"It's nice to meet you Sam. I'm glad you're not hurt." Sam nodded again, her face still rather blank. She hadnā€™t even smiled yet.

Sam heard another student approaching the two girls. Her head turned just before she had rounded the corner.

"Belial I'm glad you made that announcement." She complimented Belial by patting her back. Sam remembered hearing an announcement. One about some party with masks that was mandatory. Sheā€™ll find out more about it later. Belial thanked her rather embarrassed. "Hello, I'm Katherine Goldsworthy, student council vice president." Katherine turned to Sam and held out her hand, wanting Sam to shake it. Sam glanced at her hand for a moment before slowly grabbing and shaking it.

ā€œSam Campos.ā€ Sam said blatantly, with another curt nod, no smile. She dropped her hand and it remained at her side. Sam looked the girl over, and saw the burn marks on her uniform. ā€œWhatā€™s with your clothes?ā€™ Sam asked bluntly, actually a tad curious.


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Katherine sighed lightly at Sam's question. She was sure Belial must've been wondering the same thing so she simply answered with, "Oh it's nothig really I just got into a little...scuffle." she stated. "Anyways on to more interesting topics can I talk to you about something in a more private place." Katherine was now sure that it would definitely be an entertaining party. After officially getting a killer for the party then she'd go to her dorm and change or kill time until it was time for the party.

At the current time she had to make sure she did in fact complete her part of the party preperations and after getting the killer she'd make sure everything else was in order for the night's events.

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"Oh it's nothig really I just got into a little...scuffle." Sam looked at her with interest, wondering who she had fought with. Before she got a chance to ask, Katherine cut her off.

"Anyways on to more interesting topics can I talk to you about something in a more private place." Sam blinked slowly.

What does she want with me? Sam asked herself, tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion. And why does it have to be private? Everyone had to attend, so what was there to hide? Sam huffed out a breath. Whateverā€¦ this school sure it weird as hellā€¦

Sam tilted her head upward instinctively and stared at Katherine for a moment. She shrugged. ā€œOk then. Lead the way.ā€ Sam muttered, putting her hands into her pockets. Sam glanced at Belial, giving her a silent apology just with the look in her eyes.


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Katherine looked at Belial. "It won't be long. In the meantime decorations need to begin at the location. Once I'm done talking to Sam I'll stop by to help." she said to her before beginning to walk. The only place she could think of where no other would be able to hear their conversation is the student council room so that's where Katherine guided Sam to. Once walking to the lavish space she sat down and looked over at Sam. "I'll simply get to the point. The party happening tonight is no ordinary party. It is a murder mystery game. No one will actually be harmed as the weapon or weapons used will be charmed to prevent real injury or actual death though the victims will be unconscious for some time. You seem like a pretty interesting person so I think you'd be perfect to play the part of the killer. If you win you get a prize but if you lose...well it'll be bad for everyone." she informed.

Katherine knew it was sudden for a girl to be asking someone she litterally just met to play a killer at a party but seeing as how she told her of the conditions she didn't think she would tell. If Sam were to tell she would face punishment as would the person shet told it to. The truth about the sudden party needed to be kept under wraps so if needed Katherine would simply compell Sam to forget. She could compell her to do it anyway but that wouldn't be very much fun.

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"It won't be long. In the meantime decorations need to begin at the location. Once I'm done talking to Sam I'll stop by to help." Katherine spoke to Belial, and began leading Sam to the private place where they were going to talk.

Sam hesitated, debating silently in her head, then turned towards Belial. ā€œTalk to you later.ā€ She said before turning around then walking briskly back to Katherine. Sam followed silently, her mind wandering, coming up with ideas about what this vampire wanted to talk about.

Katherine walked into a large room with the sign ā€˜Student Councilā€™ on the door. Sam stopped at the entrance, suddenly remembering this rule about how students not part of the student council couldnā€™t enter the room. But, since she was invited in, Sam gingerly stepped into the beautiful room. Her eyes wandered around, taking in every detail and scent. Katherine sat down and looked at Sam. Sam remained standing in the middle of the room rather awkwardly.

"I'll simply get to the point. The party happening tonight is no ordinary party. It is a murder mystery game. No one will actually be harmed as the weapon or weapons used will be charmed to prevent real injury or actual death though the victims will be unconscious for some time. You seem like a pretty interesting person so I think you'd be perfect to play the part of the killer. If you win you get a prize but if you lose...well it'll be bad for everyone." Katherine said quickly, not even giving Sam time to drink it all in.

She wants me toā€¦ what?! It took a lot of self-control to keep her jaw from dropping on the ground.

Sam didnā€™t know how to respond. It seemed like it would be a cool thing to do, but she was still rather lenient considering she didnā€™t want attention to be drawn to her. ā€œOk. First of all, I agree to nothing until you inform me more on what exactly in hell I will be doing.ā€ She demanded. This was too vague for her to agree. She started pacing while coming up with questions. ā€œI would like to know what weapon I will be using. Second, what are the rules? Because I know that everything has rules. How do I lose? How do I win? And what do you mean by ā€˜itā€™ll be bad for everyoneā€™? How are you going to punish the entire student body if I mess up?ā€ Sam did not trust the student council. From what she heard, they were deceiving and evil at times.


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Katherine laughed lightly. She expected nothing less of the girl's reaction. She took the dagger Amon handed to her that managed to stay in her pocket during her fight with that boy out of her pocket and gave it to Sam. That it what you will be using. "It's all simple really. You win by making sure no one figures out it's you. You lose by being found out. As for punishment you'll have to ask Amon about those details but right now I need an answer as I can't let you leave without knowing whether or not you'll do it. You simply will kill someone using that but they won't actually be dead as like I said the dagger's been charmed or will be charmed either way no one will actually be harmed. As for the rules well no one is allowed to use supernatural abilities and no one is allowed to leave until someone is dead. If you're not found out within that time well you win oh and for every hour that passes that no one finds ut it's you another person will be 'killed'." she explained.

"Punishments are chosen by Amon and like it was announced it's mandatory for everyone to attend." she added and stood up. "So will you be the killer or not?"

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"You put up quite the fight but I see no reason in kicking you when you're already down. So now I'll spare you but if theres a next time you won't be so lucky."

Allen ground his teeth against each other, but said nothing. There would be a next time, and next time it wouldn't be indoors where he could only use his weakest abilities. While he did appreciate the sound of glass shards bouncing off the floor of the hallway as the energy keeping them up were dissipated; he did not appreciate the tone she used to speak to him. Soft and sweet as if she was speaking to a child when Allen was more then sure they were around the same age, with perhaps, he even being the elder. That said, Allen had to admit if their positions were reversed, his foot would be on her throat, and his gloating would have been far worse.

"Sorry but I can't stay and chit chat. I've got other things to do but you should probably take it easy for a bit."

Allen balled his fist, but once again said nothing. There was nothing left for him to say at the moment. They fought, and he had lost. The defeated had to keep their head down that was the unspoken rule of combat that he had to abide. Next time would be different, that was his promise to her and himself, but for now he had been defeated something that left a terrible taste in his mouth. He balked at the idea of taking it easy. Allen did not even feel fatigued yet as he had not used any draining spells unlike the vampire. He had not forced his mind to hold up thousands of shards of glass, so he was probably in a far better shape then her in the exhaustion department, but perhaps she said it as a threat? To behave himself and not pick another fight. He couldn't promise that as fighting was a part of him... Granted, next time he should probably ensure the fight was outside to avoid so much collateral damage.

The filthy vamp. No, Goldsworthy moved once again, perhaps trying to ensure the fight didn't flare back up, but once again he saw her aura as it disappeared further down the hall. In the same direction as where the flat-chested girl had ran earlier and ironically enough the same direction that he had been going earlier. He doubted he would see her again today, but Allen did find it amusing that so many people found that direction so interesting.

The wolf-boy finally came up to his side now that the fighting had cleared out, "You got to work on your people skills." He said smugly, and Allen turned his head in his direction, "You do realize that I can still fry you alive right?"

The boy held his hands up in mock surrender not able to pass up the chance to insult the guy that had been annoying him all day, "Hey, you remember what the VP said. Take it easy. Also, you hurt her uniform, but why couldn't you have done more damage to her skirt? Gave all the male student body a little fan service?"

"I am sorry, next time I will concentrate on fucking frying Goldworhty's clothes off instead of winning." Allen said snidely. He never understood the peoples fascination with clothing as it was, but that was because he could not see clothing and so saw everyone as a naked faceless manikin.

The wolf-boy started talking about 'guy stuff' which was generally just how he appreciated how she twisted and turned during the fight, but Allen ignored him as they continued on their walk. His mind was stuck between counting, since he was back to his original number 'thanks' to Goldsworthy, and about the ridiculous party he had to attend now. While he was fighting, he had heard the announcement but didn't really pay much attention to it as he had been pretty occupied. Masquerade party? Oh, yes because it wasn't like he could see faces in the first place. Peoples aura's were their auras, and they never truly changed and so he would know who the people he had already met were, so why did he have to go along with the charade? He had long silver hair and bandaged eyes, if someone knew his hair color; it would be pretty easy to hazard a guess at who he was.

Allen supposed he could get a hold of a mask that changed his hair color, but he would still be able to see other peoples aura's. Allen shook his head and stared back down at his feet as he resumed his counting.

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When Sam asked Katherine about the state of her uniform she focused her attention on what was said, frowning when it was revealed to be the consequence of a 'scuffle'. They were already fighting? Well...she had just seen and mentally praised Sam for the small incidence just now, perhaps it was for good reason. Calming down a bit she stayed off to the side, and then her anxiety rose, her fingers poking at one another when Katherine suggested her and Sam talk somewhere more private. What was so important? Why was it a secret?

Soon Katherine was addressing her again, and since the vice president was her superior, she had no choice but to follow her instructions and agree. "Ah, yes! Take your time, Katherine-senpai." Belial bowed quickly, rising just in time to catch Sam's eyes and words, and she smiled, nodding to confirm that they'll see one another later before the red head turned and left. Still, when their back were turned she watched them walk off with her lips in a pout, a sigh soon escaped from her lungs. This wasn't good...she had to find out what was going on and quick, before anything bad happened.


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The boy was prepared, but it wasn't enough to completely block his attack, but instead of simply hearing his lungs fold he got a face full of dust instead. Seriously, what the Hell? With his eyes snapping shut Amon followed his instinct, the muscle memory guiding him as he tumbled to the floor, rolling and then throwing himself back up onto his feet, face still covered with...with whatever that was! Feeling repulsed he quickly wiped the coating off of his face with both hands, brow twitching when he saw his palms covered in brightly colored specks, and his face jerked to the window, looking at himself, his appearance rivaling some stupid glitter covered parade float. What. He was about to glower when the man's chuckling took his attention, and he looked to the taller male with his facial language contracting with perpetual loathing.

This guy didn't make any sense. Amon's eyebrows rose as he saw blood fall from the kid's mouth - it looks like he hit him harder than he had originally meant to - but now that he looked like a fucking Polly Pocket, he wasn't feeling much regret, even though he hated seeing blood being wasted. It had better uses, as a beverage. He was about to bark some sort of insult, and then the guy stated how he was the son of Lucifer, and his eyes blinked in shock. That wasn't supposed to be common knowledge; wasn't this guy supposed to be new? "How did you..." His voice faded away and he shook his head, considering the guy might be just stereotyping him, which only caused another flash of annoyance, and confusion as he continued to speak. Was he seriously happy about this? "I'm older than you, fuckface. There will be no fighting between us, it'll be punishment each time." He stated, voice cold, vaguely wondering when this guy will stop being a complete nuisance and start being amusing.

Keeping his glare he watched as the girl took the guy, again, not acknowledging her existence when she spoke. He stood with his arms crossed, waiting for the two to be done, and when he heard footsteps approaching them he turned his head, and sneered at the girl approaching the group. Great, now people were gathering. He really needed to teach them to keep their distance. Amon looked back to the group, this time actually listening to what the girl said, and he rose a single eyebrow at her. "Quiet, this has nothing to do with you, gnat." His voice when addressing her was monotone, bored with her existence, and he looked back to the crazy guy, stepping forward until he could reach out, grab onto the front of his shirt, and yank on it.

"Because you have a big mouth, I'm going to teach you something called respecting your superiors." This wasn't up for debate, it was a command, and he let go the man's shirt, folding his arms over his chest again. "So unless you want to be scrubbing dishes for the rest of the month you're going to come with me." He jerked his head to the side, gesturing to the exit of the cafe, and peremptorily he turned away, walking towards the door and expecting the man to follow. "Hurry up!" Amon called, again, practically growling, and he turned, arms crossed, and waited in front of the door.

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Sam felt her eye twitch when Katherine let out a laugh. This was not a joke. Katherine pulled out good looking dagger from her pocket, and handed it to Sam. ā€œThat it what you will be using.ā€ Sam inspected the dagger, gripping it firmly in her hand. She twirled it around in her hand, then turned it around so that the handle went horizontally across her palm, and the blade was sticking out. She went into a battle stance, facing the wall. She tried an experimental slashing motion. Then a few more. Sam stopped and then held it regularly in her hand.

"It's all simple really. You win by making sure no one figures out it's you. You lose by being found out. As for punishment you'll have to ask Amon about those details but right now I need an answer as I can't let you leave without knowing whether or not you'll do it. You simply will kill someone using that but they won't actually be dead as like I said the dagger's been charmed or will be charmed either way no one will actually be harmed. As for the rules well no one is allowed to use supernatural abilities and no one is allowed to leave until someone is dead. If you're not found out within that time well you win oh and for every hour that passes that no one finds ut it's you another person will be 'killed'."

Simple? There is nothing simple about this! Sam hissed silently to herself.

"Punishments are chosen by Amon and like it was announced its mandatory for everyone to attend. So will you be the killer or not?" Katherine stood up and looked to Sam for an answer.

Sam bit the inside of her lip. This seemed crazy! Super crazy! But it also sounded like a lot of fun. And whatā€™s life without taking a few risks? Sam raised her gaze from where it was on the ground and met Katherineā€™s steely glare. Determination blazed in Sam's fiery red eyes. ā€œIā€™ll do it.ā€