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Beaumont Hills

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a part of calamity, by mombie.

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A small town in California where a group of seniors in the local high school will find that they are more entertwined than they could have ever imagined. The question is: will they be able to overcome these new truths and stop a powerful supernatural threat?
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Beaumont Hills is a part of calamity.

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Reagan Venandi [6] the hunter.
Thomas Jackson [6] the kanima
Hiroto Naozaki [5] The Kitsune
Riley Montgomery [5] The Werecoyote
Jasper Godfrey [5] "Normal is good. Normal doesn't draw attention. Normal doesn't go wandering through the woods looking for a flower that only blooms every fourth moonlit night."
Sherry Lin [4] the banshee
Adeline Juneau [3] the alpha
Briceson Briggs [2] the human
Dorothea Henley [1] wip
Lorelai Harkness [1] the banshee

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The night had gone by, perhaps more slowly than it had come. Reagan could not remember if she had successfully closed her eyes or not, or if she was maybe sleeping wide awake in some crazy nightmare scene. A lot of things have been brought to a new and uncomfortable light - she may have seen the Alpha for who he was as a human, and she now had undeniable proof that Riley was something else entirely. The greatest confusion comes, not for seeing them for what they were when the moon rises and the night takes them over, but in knowing that they weren't bad people. Her mother always said that these monsters were so because they were also monsters in their mortal lives.

But that seemed untrue.

She's also pissed at Brook - so pissed that she can't fathom seeing his face without also watching as her palm uncontrollably connects with his overly handsome face. She doesn't know what happened to him or where he went, either, and he let her worry like that. It almost made her sick to her stomach. He's such an asshole.

What was she supposed to do, though? Armed with all of this information, does she just go out into the light of day and roam the school like nothing ever happened? Was Riley going to be scared of her now? Most of all - was there something for her to be scared of? Maybe there was. Maybe there wasn't. She didn't quite know right now.

The first rays of a Saturday morning sunrise peek through the curtains, and Reagan finally rolls herself out of bed. After a very slow shower, if one could call it a shower and not contemplating in a sauna, she tugged on a pair of bright pink leggings, a sports bra, and some running shoes. There are a lot of things to do right now - errands to run. She had to go to the store, maybe get through a workout at the gym, go for a run, take a look over the armory, avoid people if that was possible. Her mother was far too busy with hunter stuff to deal with her today, and Reagan was fine with that.

She spent most of the morning to the early afternoon by herself, but that was just her life.

By the time the late afternoon rolled about, around three pm or so (she wasn't keeping track), she had accomplished all of her tasks and slipped into a t-shirt sans bra, jeans, and some white flats. She didn't look her best - a face without much makeup save for brows and a spot of mascara, a light dusting of pink for her lips. Her hair was obviously towel-dried and laid a bit messily, and the dark circles under her eyes accented her just rolled out of bed look.

She dipped out of the house and strolled down the streets of the town, which are always busy at this time of day. Children were with their parents at the park, families roamed hand-in-hand to this shop or that. It was just small-town America doing what it does best. The only thing that separated it from the rest was that the residents seem to always be a little more alert, but not for all the reasons you might think.

There was police activity at the school; an active crime scene since the Chimera Amanda chomped a boy to death. The Sheriff was there along with other authority figures; many of which operated under the long lineage of hunters and or other Supernaturals since the town's conception. While the Sheriff was not in the know of all the Supernatural stuff, his concern for a death in a town like this was not at all surprising - he was very much on the alert. This place hasn't seen a ton of murders for a long time, just the every now and again tragic accident; like the one that had awoken the Nemeton. That was ruled as an accident, and it was case closed.

This, though, was different. Reagan stood back behind one of the buses; a palm placed on the yellow surface as she peeked around its back corner. They even called in animal control. Everyone who was anyone was here, and that included friends of her mother that operated as a deputy or two and even the principal. The crime scene tape was stretched across the doors of the Beaumont High, and parents were going to get the call that school would be canceled for Monday.

She turned around and placed her back against the bus, looking up at the clear blue skies. She pushed herself away and started to walk in the other direction, making a mental note to grab a friend and come by the school later. Maybe Brook, after she's done giving him a piece of her mind.

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Darkness. Darkness and a sense of emptiness were the only thing that could be felt. It didn't matter where one looked around, an empty void was the only thing to be seen for what seemed to stretch on forever in every direction. Everything was silent, eerily so. As if a pin dropped on could easily hear it in the emptiness that was their mind. In the middle of the darkness, stood a figure. Small. Helpless. Confused. Scared. Empty. That was the only thing Riley had felt for the past two years. Nothing made sense, and anything that did never lasted long. Everything was just a never-ending whirlwind of emotion, and Riley didn't know how to cope. Especially after the attack. Now she found herself in the same old empty void that she found herself in every time she closed her eyes. And the same old thing would repeat itself. The sense of being watched from the encroaching darkness. The feeling of dread. The feeling of ice-cold, dead hands wrapping and ensnaring themselves around her until her eyes would jolt open and she'd find herself in all too familiar surroundings.

She simply laid there in silence as her heart raced in her chest as reality slowly set in. She was safe, and she was at home. She was okay, and those events from the previous night were over. They still happened, but they were over. And there was nothing she could do to change that. Slowly she found herself sitting up in bed, combing her fingers through her mess of hair, trying to not let all of the reality hit her. People saw her, at least two did and she wasn't entirely sure if she could trust them knowing the truth. Thomas, he was, whatever he was, so maybe he could be trusted. Especially as he didn't seem to want to hurt anyone, and seemed to be running away, not to something. Then there was her only possible real threat. Venandi. She knew there was something off about her right away when they first met. Just something felt off, like some of the others. But with Reagan, it was something else. Not something supernatural, but natural. And that is what scared her. She knew Hunters existed, her own father was one, but she hadn't met many other Hunters, until now. And now, if she was correct, her classmate was one of them. Which was absolutely perfect. The last thing she needed was someone hunting her down, at least, that's what she would have expected. But something felt different about Reagan, and Riley wasn't exactly sure what it was. She could ponder on that later.

Now, now she just needed to get ready and carry on with things. She'd try to blend in with others again, but if anything else went wrong, she'd have to tell her sister and they'd have to leave again. Which is the exact opposite of what she wanted. They just started to feel like they had a normal life again, and everything started to feel somewhat normal. Sure, going to school as an undercover monster wasn't easy, but she made it work so far. And then that damn dance had to happen and ruin everything. Riley knew she'd regret going, but not for what reason, and now she knew. But perhaps it was for the best that she went, otherwise....Who knows what would have happened. That damn monster could have killed more than it had, and it would have been a slaughter. Not like Riley was of much help, but she did do something, and that had made her feel slightly better about the whole thing. After a long and hot shower, she found herself getting dressed and having a short and silent breakfast as Ellen had gone to work. The house always felt empty and quiet, but with the past recent events it felt even more so, and Riley needed to get out of the house. Just, go somewhere that wasn't here.

She wasn't entirely sure where she was going, but all she knew was that she was going to let her feet take her wherever they wanted. What was the worst that could happen, aside from being a freak already? Riley simply found her feet taking her wherever they wanted, as she was in her head as leaves crunched under her feet as her shoes scraped against the asphalt beneath her feet. She didn't know where she was going, all she cared about was going somewhere that wasn't home. She hated being in that house by herself, something just didn't feel right being there alone. Riley hadn't noticed it as she was far too deep in her own thoughts, but when she finally looked up, she realized where she had wandered off too. Of course, out of all places she'd wind up, it was here. The all too recognizable yellow tape surrounded the perimeter of the grounds. Cars and emergency vehicles were still parked out front as multiple officers were stationed outside. It was safe to say that the school would be canceled on Monday. Riley felt that familiar tingle on the back of her neck as she stood outside of the property of the school, her green eyes examining everything, taking in what was going on before she picked up a scent. One that had become all too familiar within in the past twenty-four hours. She didn't know how her senses were so muddled until now. But thankfully it was only one person, that she could somewhat trust. Maybe. Riley still wasn't sure where that person stood, and if she could be trusted.

The young Werecoyote found herself taking a deep breath as she slowly approached the woman behind the bus. Her hands were raised in an unthreatening manner, the last thing she'd want to do is spook someone she assumed was a Hunter, especially if she had a weapon on her. "It-it's just me." she stuttered out as she found herself stepping on a small branch, alerting the human to her presence. That was fantastic. The last thing she needed was scaring Reagan before she was able to make her presence known if Reagan didn't already feel it. "Look, I should have told you before last night. And I'm sorry you had to find out like that but...I promise, like I said last night, I wasn't going to hurt you or anyone." she said as she avoided any and all eye-contact now. Only taking small glimpses at her when Riley felt confident enough to look her in the eyes. "If you don't trust me anymore, I understand. I just don't want you to feel like you have to be scared of me." she said with a small smile, "I already am enough, don't think there has to someone else that's scared of me." Riley said with an awkward chuckle, poking at the leaves beneath her feet with the tip of her shoe. She could feel how stupid this all was, and that it would probably only make things worse. Riley began to turn to walk away, but before she went to leave she gave Reagan one final word, "There's scarier things here in Beaumont than people like me...Like, whatever that was last night...I doubt you even know what it was. Just, be careful, alright? I know you can take care of yourself, I'd just feel better knowing you were okay." she hoped her last bit of advice wasn't as ominous as it may have come across as.

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Calamity will begin its new story on May 10th, 2020. Since we are starting with, nearly, a completely new cast of characters from the original, we believe that this was the best way to venture forth.

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The night was young, and student after student - anyone who was anyone - poured into the home of Kenneth Myers, one of Beaumont Hills' most popular kids from an extremely influencial family. That family, of whom most were out of town. Hence, tonight - a reckless party with music that thumped so loudly it drowned the cacophony of teenage fun for blocks. Not that they lived near anyone, anyhow. The mansion, complete with all the luxuries of a more than well-off family, sat atop the gentle green peak of the only hill in this small town. It was a private place, and it required driving to get to. Students carpooled with friends and hitched rides if they did not have one themselves.

Kenneth wasn't there to greet everyone that came in. He wasn't exactly the host of the year, much less even good human of the year. The senior was a huge asshole, but he felt entitled to it. He has been the Captain of the Lacrosse team for a long time, and this was the year that they will finally make it to compete at the state level. Everyone would be leaving for San Diego on Monday, followed by their little fan club. His parents didn't care, though, as they are a largely absent part of his life. Rather than help celebrate his success, they took their trip to Europe and left him to his own devices.

Reagan hadn't been to a party in quite a while. She has been carefully avoiding conversations with others, immersed in trying to pass high school. It was lucky for her that the principal allowed her to continue to her Senior year despite missing almost four months at the beginning of last year. She had her GPA and great work ethic to thank for the mercy of being able to graduate on time with her friends. Still, it felt weird to her to... celebrate anything. Yes, she was more than happy for their team. They have a chance to take the state and even go to nationals. They would make it there. Why wouldn't she be eager to applaud them? Tommy was part of that, and she's good friends with him. He had been a huge part of it, too.

On the outside, Reagan had changed dramatically. The young hunter's introduction into her dark family legacy and the supernatural world of Beaumont Hills had instilled more confidence and a better sense of self. However, it left a lot of things unanswered - the Alpha that had killed her father. He was dead, of course. Was he the last one? She was being plagued by nightmares that led to doubt. This new life opened her eyes, and it was hard to see the ugly truth of the world that she was now part of. Beneath the veil of normalcy, there is wicked darkness lurking among them. Acting like them. Even worse, looking like them. Monsters. Fiends. Things that preyed upon humans and soaked the history of this town richly in blood. She didn't know who to trust anymore, but... monsters couldn't be high schoolers, so she felt fine with her friends.

The mansion was utter chaos, as one would suspect. It almost seemed like the whole high school student body was fit into the space. It smelled like booze, sweaty teenage bodies, and weed. There was a whole lot of alcohol and weed. She put her best confident face on, brushed her hands over her dress to smooth it out, and click-clacked her way to the open entrance in her very uncomfortable red heels. She had left most of her things in the car, leaving her only with a small purse that clung to her shoulder and held mostly just a set of keys. Nothing bad would happen here. Nothing supernatural anyway.

Kenneth approached her quickly, and boy - he was a handsy guy. Reagan tried her best not to be rude about having to pry one of his hands off of her waist, but she didn't like him. At all. "Oh, Kenneth. Hi. Um, have you seen Tommy around? Is he here yet?" As she worked to get his roaming, drunk fingers away she snatched a peek over his shoulder to scan the room.

Whatever he said, she didn't catch it. Honestly, it sounded like incoherent mumbling or something slurred. In fact, he wasn't paying attention to her anymore because one of the cheerleaders walked past him. He unabashedly checked her out and immediately forgot that Reagan was even a person he was just talking to.

"Ugh, pig," she grumbled before squeezing her way past people in the foyer, then the living room, and ultimately outside where the air was freshest. During her walk outside, someone handed her a plastic red cup filled with an unknown clear substance. She drank it anyway, because like all teenagers - she thought she was immune and that date drugs were not real life. Nothing like that could happen to her. Then she disappeared into the crowd dancing near the pool and thought that she might as well as dance her night away. Being one of the school's popular girls, she melted seamlessly into the crowd.

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"You ready, Ry?" a voice came from behind the other side of the door of Riley's room. Silence filled the room for a few moments until the door opened to reveal the face of Riley, who had a rather unamused and annoyed look on her face. "Does it look like I'm ready for this?" she questioned as she was still in her normal clothing, which was black sweatpants, a plain graphic t-shirt, and a baggy zip-up hoodie. One of her classmates was throwing another big party, and most of the school was going, but it was something Riley hadn't been anticipating or really wanting to attend. Especially with her being an introvert on top of not wanting to go out and be by herself surrounded by people that properly knew each other and were friends or were in relationships. She'd feel out of place and wouldn't want to be around people like that longer than she'd really have to.

"Why aren't you ready yet? You have to be there in ten minutes!" her older sister exclaimed as she walked over to the closet and looked through the clothes, trying to find something last minute that she could wear. "Ready for what? A high school party full of horny teens that will be getting drunk and more than likely hooking up after or even at the party? I'd rather not be the only one standing out and feeling awkward the whole time, El. Besides, I don't think mixing me in with hormones and alcohol is a good idea." she retorted as she sat on the bed, looking at her sister who was still looking through the closet for something, anything at this point. "I got it!" Ellen exclaimed as she pulled out a flannel, and pants from the closet, holding them up to her. "You really want me to go dressed like that?" Riley questioned, as Ellen had been recently trying to get her to wear dresses or something more feminine for the past three weeks for this. Something that Riley had been entirely against up until this point.

Ellen turned back and looked at her after setting the clothes on the bed, arms crossed as she looked at Riley, "Well if you didn't delay this for so long as well as put down every other outfit I suggested, you would have had something much nicer than this. But it'll have to do. Hurry up and get dressed and ready, you have like five minutes now or you'll be late. Well, later than you already are." Ellen insisted as she pushed the clothing into Riley's arms and pushed her into the bathroom to change and get ready. A few short minutes later, Riley exited the bathroom, dressed in the outfit Ellen picked out, with a rather neutral expression, "Do I really have to go to this thing? No one would even notice I wasn't there, nor would anyone be saddened by it, El. I'm not exactly Miss Popular." she insisted, simply trying to weasel her way out of going. It was true though, she didn't really have many friends, if any really, and she didn't think they'd even notice if she didn't show up to it, as she was rather new in comparison and a loner for the most part.

Riley had attended a few festivities that the school put on since she first attended the school the year prior, as well as a few house parties, but she hadn't really had any fun or even felt like she belonged there. Things just, never felt right since two years ago. Ellen simply nodded and gave her a kiss on the forehead and a gentle hug, "You'll have fun, you deserve to go out and be a normal kid.." she said softly as she stood back and looked at her sister with a small smile, Riley only sighed as she gathered her things, "Kind of hard to be normal when you're me and you can turn into a fucking monster...But I'll try to have a good time, just don't be surprised if I come back early.." she muttered as she walked passed her sister and out of her room, grabbing her keys and other things as she made her way out of the house. They lived in the northern side of town, far away from people and the more populated part of town, towards the forest and woods, as a way of keeping them out of the public eye, as well as Ellen having a good amount of money to get a nice place as they had. It was a score of a house and was easily affordable for her as she had a good job and they managed to get it for a good price. Riley had finally made it to the address she was given days prior, and by the time she checked her watch she was very late, easily about half an hour late to be exact. That's one way to make a grand entrance, being extraordinarily late, way to go, Riles, she thought to herself.

The home was a lot larger than she had expected, and to be honest, it only made things worse as she felt even more out of place than she would have felt otherwise. Riley slowly walked up to the all too large house, which had already audible music coming from inside, she knocked at first and awaited an answer. She began to place her hand on the doorknob to open it when the door flung open, almost knocking her off her feet, "Oh shit! That's my bad-Oh hey, you're the new girl, right? Riley? Or something like that?" the boy slurred, clearly far too drunk already. Riley gave him a fake smile as she dusted herself off as well as giving a small nod, "Yeah, hey Kenneth. Sorry I'm late. It uh, took me a bit longer than expected to get here." she said with a small smile. Kenneth gave her all too large of a grin as he took another sip from the red funnel cup in his hand, motioning her inside the house, placing his hand along her waist as he did so. "We're all friends here, Rile. Welcome on in. You're looking-Well, good." the smell of alcohol dripped off of him like poison, almost overbearingly so to the werecoyote.

Riley gave him a small awkward chuckle and stepped passed him, exchanging some not very interesting small talk before he buggered off and went to chat someone else up. She slowly made her way through the home, taking in everything as well as she could. Best to familiarize yourself with the area around you, even if nothing bad happened, it was best to know where everything was. Just to be on the safe side.

Riley initially planned to stay indoors for at least some time, but after being in there for several minutes, with overly loud music, too many people for her taste, and the overbearing scent of sweat and alcohol, her senses were pushed into overdrive. Her heart began racing, her mind was overcrowded with thoughts, and her anxiety began to slowly rise. Riley found herself stepping backward and into the outdoor patio, where less people were. Smaller groups tended to stay outdoors compared to inside, for some odd reason. The werecoyote found herself gripping onto one of the railings next to the small botanical garden to the side, her eyes fluctuated from her normal dark hazel to a dark yellow, and then back to her natural color as she held her head. She could feel herself slowly growing dizzy and sat down on one of the benches, holding her head as she continued to stare down at the floor. A figure slowly approached her, but Riley didn't pay her much attention, simply being asked something that she didn't quiet understand but assumed she was asked if she was okay. The girl wandered off, and shortly came back with a red plastic cup, forcing it into Riley's hands and saying she'd feel better after she drank some. Riley quirked an eyebrow for a moment, eyeing the light golden liquid in the cup. She knew full well what it was, looking back up at the girl, who only gave her a small smirk and wink, raising the plastic cup and downed her drink before turning away and left Riley to herself. "Fuck it.." she mumbled, quickly downing the alcohol in one go, the burn took over for a moment as she coughed heavily. She had never had any form of alcohol before and wasn't expecting to find god damn straight whiskey in a funnel cup, so she just silently sat there on the bench, alone to her thoughts as she tried to calm herself down, if she could.

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A car honked its horn outside Jasper Godfrey's house, and he startled awake, almost falling off his bed where he had been sitting, dozing over his laptop. He leaned out of his bedroom window, spotting a car idling on the curb while one of the boys in the car waved at him. Jacob Something-or-Other, Jasper couldn't be bothered to remember everyone's names some days. "Be right down!" Jasper called at the group. He waved back, then ducked back into his room, looking down at himself—his current shirt and jeans looked presentable enough. He grabbed a jacket from where it was lying at the foot of his bed, ran his hands through his hair, and hurried downstairs.

"Whoa, whoa, hey. Where are you going?" Serena Godfrey stood at the foot of the stairs, arms crossed and eyebrows raised.

"Um. A party. My friends are outside. I'm sorry I forgot to tell you. Can I go? Please?" The words came tumbling out of Jasper's mouth as he remembered that he'd neglected to tell his parents. This was it, she'd definitely say no and he'd have to go outside and shamefully tell his friends that he couldn't go after all.

Serena surveyed him carefully, and then she gave a reply that he hadn't expected, "Yeah, okay. Don't be back too late." Jasper stayed where he was, gawking as his mother turned away and headed into the kitchen. "Before I change my mind!"

That got him moving. Checking his pockets to make sure he had his wallet and phone, Jasper hurried to put his sneakers on, yelling back, "Thanks, Mom!" before opening the door and scrambling outside. The car's horn sounded again just as Jasper yanked the front door open, laughing as he piled into the car with the other three boys who were already inside. "Hey, thanks for picking me up," he said gratefully, knowing that it would have been pretty hard to get up to Kenneth Myers's place otherwise.

Soon enough the car was pulling up near the Myers house, and Jasper squeezed through the front door to find himself in a house already packed with partying teenagers. Kenneth Myers himself was lingering in the general area near the door, and caught Jasper's eyes immediately. He was perhaps more than just a little drunk, but that was understandable. "Oh, hey—Godfrey! Good to see you, dude. Make yourself comfortable." He swept an arm out, pointing in the direction of the kitchen where the alcohol was no doubt pouring freely. "Good to be here!" Jasper managed to call back, before the movement of the crowd forced him along, thankfully in the direction of the kitchen.

The nice thing about being moderately popular was that most people knew Jasper, but not enough to commit him too much to their personal lives. In the kitchen, someone handed him a solo cup of spiked punch, and someone else tried to start a conversation with Jasper about that last lacrosse match. He laughed and drank and chatted, letting himself be caught up in the flow of the party.

At some point while his cup was being refilled for the second time, a side door he hadn't even noticed opened and a gang of girls poured into the room from outside. Between the sudden barrage of voices and the two drinks he'd had, the outside air suddenly seemed really appealing. Grabbing his cup back with a grateful smile, Jasper ducked out of the door before he got sucked back into the crowd inside the house.

Outside wasn't much better; people were still mingling in large groups and there seemed to be an impromptu dance floor by the pool. Still, the night air made it that much cooler than inside, and Jasper lingered near the gaggle of dancing people, taking a moment to soak up the atmosphere.

Someone bumped into him from behind, and he lurched forward, in turn bumping into one of the girls dancing near him. He managed to keep his drink staying relatively upright, but a few drops leaped out of the cup and onto the girl's dress. "I'm so sorry, I swear that was an accident, can I go inside and get you some napkins for that?" he offered, horrified. He looked up, making eye contact with her for the first time, and realised he was talking to Reagan Venandi. "Reagan! I didn't expect to see you here," he blurted, surprised. He'd never really known her to be the social type, even after her reported personality change when she returned from her long absence. "I'm really sorry about the drink, is your dress okay?"

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She hated it here.

The mess of cars, the booming music, the smell of weed and alcohol wafting out of the doorway. The Myers' mansion was hardly impressive either. Its large windows were marred with rainbow lights. The would-be immaculate lawn had bits of vomit. The five hundred bulb chandelier screamed excess and opulence.

The funniest part was that it wasn't even the largest mansion she'd ever seen. The Lo Po Bia family had the largest house among the wealthy Asian elites of southern California as well as the smartest offspring, a fact that her mom would never let Sherry forget. Lo Po Bia Elaine in particular had a reputation among the first generation as the golden child aspire to and she just so happened to be attending the party. That wasn't why Sherry was here however.

The ghost of (one) Werewolf's past yanked her from a pleasant shower after tennis practice and the subsequent screech did nothing to deter him from barking orders at her to protect his granddaughter. The Asian girl slammed the door in his face but that did nothing to prevent him from sticking his head through the door and rambling on about the "chill in his bones." It wasn't enough that she had to dress herself up to party standard (per her self-imposed wishes), she had to throw around Elaine's name in order to convince her parents that she wouldn't end up drinking, smoking, having sex, or getting kidnapped. Because kidnapping was something that definitely happened at parties.

An icy "I'm already headed inside. Leave." left her lips before she walked up the steps and into the cesspool of hedonism.

Lucky for her, everyone was too self-absorbed to notice her crashing the party or perhaps, her "touch me and die" vibe kept most of the partygoers. Their minds contained nothing more than drugs and horniness, both of which Kenneth had in spades. Though his thoughts were muddled, Sherry could practically trace the trail of his groping, stumbling from girl to the next under the guise of a friendly greeting. She was no exception given that as soon as Kenneth finished greeting one of his friends, he swerved towards her.

"Sherry! Sher-ry! You should've told me you were coming. I would have bought a bottle o' sake for youuuuuuuu," he slurred.

"Where's AJ?" she asked.

"Her? I dunno but I'm sure she'll show up soon. In the meantime why don't you and me-"

Despite his previous sleaziness, her glare seemed to slap the alcohol right out of him, his hand freezing short of her waist. Though she wasn't the face of fear, it was clear that her expression was enough to give him pause. His jumbled thoughts materialized as feelings of awkwardness, unsure whether the right choice was to apologize or leave.

"Forget it," she sighed, dodging past him.

Sherry walked with purpose, her mind darting from one person to the next. She couldn't calm the pounding in her ears. The toll of the dead weighed on her shoulders and the fact that she didn't know who was going to die meant that she was liable to start wandering towards the corpse, whoever they might be. She prided herself on how well she reined in her banshee side and she would be damned if she lost control in front of all her peers.

"God I hate it here,"
she muttered to herself before descending into the crowd.

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AJ glared at her brother as he parked in front of Kenneth Myers's house. The arrogant, obnoxious lacrosse player tormented her for most of grade school and is currently the main force keeping her off the lacrosse team. The last thing she wanted was to attend one of his parties, but a family rule of 'sticking together' her mom created forced the siblings to go to events together or not at all. Marcel had begged and pleaded for her to agree to come and AJ agreed, after he promised to do her chores for the next two weeks. The already loud music became louder as they approached. AJ dropped her shoulders and groaned in annoyance. Werewolf hearing is sensitive and tuning sounds out is a skill Grandpa didn't spend a ton of time teaching her. AJ stopped her approach, crossing her arms with a disgruntled expression.

"Look, I know you don't want to be here and Kenneth isn't your favorite person in the world." Marcel sighed, a pleading expression on his face. "I'm still the new guy on the team. And Kenneth said if I didn't show then I'd stay on bench for the rest of the season. You don't have to talk to him and we can leave in a couple hours if you want." AJ knew Kenneth was doing a sick power move by allowing her brother on the lacrosse team instead of her. She was better, stronger, than Marc, but the boys on the team refused to see it. AJ punched him in the arm, but by the way her brother rubbed his arm, the werewolf strength might've come out. "Whatever, dusty. Maybe we can get you a little better at lacrosse so you don't need to kiss ass."

AJ couldn't count the amount of people in house, but she could smell all of them and the puking, sex, and beer smell was nauseating. It wasn't that AJ didn't like parties. However, not being able to get drunk and going wild with people who didn't like her was less than appealing. She turned to talk to Marcel, but found him talking to Kenneth, ditching her like always. If that wasn't bad enough, the sight of Tommy Jackson doing a keg stand surrounded by a crowd of cheering fans, chanting his name. Tommy embodied everything she hated in one person: an overly confident jock who walked in and instantly became the school hotshot. His charm was dangerous and, thankfully, AJ was immune. Something was off about him, supernatural in some nature though she had no proof. Thus, their rivalry began.

A cup of beer was placed into her hand by a passing classmate, whom gave her a quick wink. AJ smirked, taking a drink despite the gag she hide from the cheap, disgusting, beer. She needed a distraction. The classmate who gave her the beer was Hannah Reed, cheerleader and past prom queen nominee. Following her into a crowded dance floor? Anytime. AJ set down her drink and followed that fiery red hair into the crowd of dancers.


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Partying at a spoiled rich kid's house? Any day of the week. Tommy was one of the first to arrive at Kenneth's house. The team was having a pregame before everyone else arrived. The rookies on the team weren't allowed, but Tommy had made the winning shot that allowed their team to qualify to go to state so his attendance was allowed. Plus, Kenneth likes him and is already talking about making Tommy captain after he graduates. He smiled and nodded at Kenneth's grand plan to continue his legacy with him. Internally, he was rolling his eyes and wondering how Kenneth didn't get headaches from his giant ego.

The cheers from his one minute and fifteen second keg stand would be the talk of school next week. King of the Keg is apparently his new title, according to a group of girls talking about nearby. Being a kanima has it's perks, like hearing who is talking about him or when his so-called rival arrived. Adeline Juneau. The jealousy radiating off of her was very telling, as well the scent of a supernatural. She was something, not that Tommy knew... yet. The supernatural might be the key to finding out why he remembers Beaumont Hills. AJ and him met eyes and Tommy returned her glare with a flirty smile and a wink. Getting on AJ's nerves is the highlight of his week, though she thinks otherwise.

"TOMMY! You are the man." Kenneth appeared out nowhere, pulling Tommy into a bro hug. "You beat my record, bro. Damn... we a-are going t-to STATE! W-we did it... man. H-how are you... not w-wasted?" Kenneth's drunkenness was not surprising. He always went too hard and has probably felt up every girl at this party. "Guess I need to do another keg stand then," Tommy joked as he put Kenneth into a head lock, ruffling his hair. They may act like bros, but Thomas couldn't stand the guy. Too much pompous and arrogance, but a good friend to have if you didn't want to be an outcast in high school. Kenneth laughed before stumbling after another girl who walked by.

Tommy spot several familiar faces at the party, some new and some old. However, the real eye catcher was the alcohol table. The bartender was clearly out of their element, because everything tasted like piss. His heightened senses was a godsend when it came to mixing beverages. Cheap liquors can be good if done right. So Tommy made his way to the table putting his sensitive senses to good use.

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"Kicchan, which one is better for tonight? This one, or this one?" Hiroto draped two T-shirts, one in plain white and one decorated with sunflowers, over himself while standing in front of his roommate - Kanzaki, who was busying rummaging through the mountain of books stacked all over his working desk as always.

The other Japanese boy put down his book and gazed upon Hiroto. "Obviously the white one. Unless you want the whole stadium to looked at you like some sorts of alien from the realm of Lady Izanami." The young man answered with his usual snarky tone and deadpan expression, before returning his attention to whatever he was reading. Of course, staying with a-thousand-year-old fox spirit who always acts like a four-year-old child can be pretty more handful than one would imagine.

Hiroto pouted and stuck out his tongue at the younger boy, before taking off the T-shirt he was wearing and changed into the white shirt. "So, you're still not going to come, huh?" Hiroto suddenly went to Kanzaki's side, sat down on the floor and rested his head against the boy's calf, and gazed up to the boy with "the cutest, most irresistible" expression he could possibly muster up, "Don't leave me alone, pretty pleaseeeee ~"

Kanzaki sighed before turning to Hiroto, flicking him hard on the forehead, "Ouch." Hiroto let out a sound of displeasure before Kanzaki spoke up, "The answer is no. No and no. And that may have worked with those frat boys you hooked up with, but not with me, old man." He stressed the last part of the sentence especially hard, and it seemed to sting Hiroto even harder.

"Grrrr, always such a meanie. I'm gonna put extra wasabi in your lunch tomorrow." Hiroto pouted even more before standing up and put on his tie and jacket and headed to the door. "Well, I'd better leave now. The party won't last forever."

"Have fun, just not too much fun, please. I'm going to kick you out if tomorrow I see you sprang all over the couch all naked with a guy like last time. There's a place called 'hotel' existed for that." Kanzaki left a final remark before Hiroto walked out of the apartment. Sometimes he totally made me forget that this is my apartment... He rolled his eyes, but smiled. Kanzaki may shows himself to be a total meanie-face at times, but he pretty much is just a tsundere so it was fun teasing the boy. Other than that, it was difficult to find someone you can trust around here, and someone who is of the same birthplace at that, so Hiroto knows he can count on the boy.

The trip from his apartment to the Myers' mansion was undisturbed, thankfully. Not that Hiroto can't look after himself, but bumping into some rogues or hunters tonight was the last thing he wanted then. Upon entering the mansion, as expected, a rather chaotic crowd of teenagers dancing and bumping into each other was the first thing that greeted him. Don't get him wrong, he enjoyed parties. It just that they could have held it outside the school yard or something, rather than stuffing them all into a giant box like this. He had never been a huge fan of confining spaces.

Gazing around, he searched for a place to grab a drink and managed to find one just a couple of meters away. Additionally, there was also a very familiar face to boot.

"Hey ~~ Tommy ~~" Hiroto called over to the boy who was standing and mixing alcohols in the bar, as he approached him and leaned his back casually against the counter. Tommy was one of the few in this town who knew of his supernatural status and vice versa. It was a sworn secret that they decided to keep between themselves and they have kept each other's company for the longest time. "Putting your superb mixing skill into good use, I see. Mind if I have one? Something with milk and strawberries would be nice ~" Yes, he knew there wasn't any milk nor strawberry but you just couldn't spell Hiroto without childish in it.

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The dance floor was just a giant throng of hair whipping, bodies doing overtly sexual things under the guise of 'dancing', and wisps of smoke rising in the crisp night air. Everything was good and everyone was relaxed. It almost seemed that the entire school had gathered in this one spot - from the nobodies to the school VIPs. Everyone had a little school spirit. If not, then they definitely were here for the surly activities or peer pressured. The party was alive, even if some of the students were content to be by themselves. Even if some of the people here, for whatever reason, were simply drawn here by some force unknown.

Reagan was enjoying herself; or at the very least, attempting to. Though her dance moves left much to be desired, her newfound popularity seemed to overshadow it. She was just trying her best to live it up, even though her mother insisted that she stay home for the night. The Venandi household had been nothing but stressful as of late, and her mother was the absolute worst. There were always strangers coming in and out of the home, strange dealings, secrets that she supposedly wasn't ready for yet. Quite frankly, after the death of her father she hardly had any chance for fun. Fun was not in a hunter's DNA, which would explain why mother-dearest was a stick in the mud.

There was a certain point where the brunette had lost track of time, and by her bad twerking skills, also any concept of shame and dignity. Her phone was going off over and over. She'd look at it, but then then ignore it as the word "Mom" was displayed on the caller ID. After the tenth ignored call, she decided that she'd never enjoy her night until she switched the damn device off. So, she does.

Right at that moment she'd pull off one of her extremely white-girl dance moves, someone collides with her! Drops of whatever was in his cup landed on her dress, and she sort of held her hands up in the air a little horrified. That's a bit over-dramatic, really. She's just a bit surprised and guilty for being such a klutz.

"I'm so sorry, I swear that was an accident, can I go inside and get you some napkins for that?" There was that slight stretch of time at which point two people recognize one another, but this one seems particularly lengthy for some reason. "Reagan! I didn't expect to see you here. I'm really sorry about the drink, is your dress okay?" It's just Jasper. Even if it hand't been him, Reagan knows that at least ten of her peers will ultimately spill their drinks o her, so she's not going to bite his head off. She didn't know a lot about him at all, but they've never had much of a reason to interact. He's cute, though. Had she not noticed that before? Where did her thoughts go all of the sudden.

She just beamed a bright friendly smile at him, "Don't worry about it, Jasper." She swept a small hand through the air as an aloof dismissive gesture, inadvertently smacking someone nearby. They didn't notice, and she bit her bottom lip and placed a couple fingers over her mouth to stifle a slight bout of giggling laughter. "I could say the same about you. Actually, I could say the same about a lot of people. I guess this is just the place to be tonight."

Her gaze slipped past his shoulders to find that AJ had sneaked her way into the dance crowd. Without much thought, she placed a hand on one of Jasper's shoulders and rose to the tips of her toes to wave to her friend. She always thought that AJ was one of the coolest girls in school, if not, one of the most stylish. Reagan has this weird feeling about her, though, but she couldn't quite put a finger on it. They were both alike in so many ways; from loser to cool kid on the block.

Once AJ acknowledged her, she'd settle her attention back on Jasper with that same red-lipped smile, "You know AJ right? She's so great," she states with an admiring sigh before casually leading herself, and him if he chose to follow, out of the crowd. "How's your night going anyway?"



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Briceson Briggs

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Briceson entered the party, late and poorly dressed as per usual. He's one of those guys whose catchphrase for a party is "single and ready to mingle" and still manages to leave without a girlfriend. He entered the home and was greeted by most of the Lacrosse team. Sure, he wasn't a pro, but he was a damn good team-player. Maybe they do talk about him behind his back, but to his face they were bros. He smiled, laughed, and acknowledged friends and peers with a fist pound or some other silly gesture.

There was only one woman in the entire school that slightly scared him, and that was Sherry. He knows her name, but that's just about all of what anyone knows about her. He'd hate to call her weird, but sometimes she gave him goosebumps. At the same time, she's super cute in one of those scary cute ways.

"Lookin' good, girl." He felt very awkward, like he was signing away his life at this very second. Any moment she can say or do any number of things; crush his soul with words, smack him, or just stare at him with disgust. But he persists! Goofy smile, charming eyes, and all. Who could hate this guy?

He walks backwards, having caught a few other familiar faces here and there, "Whatcha drinkin' Sherry, Sher?" He's just going to follow wherever she goes for now, just because he's likely going in the same direction.

They'd eventually slip past the alcohol table where Thomas and Hiroto ended up. He looked back at Sherry, "I bet that Tommy could mix ya somethin'." Like a dog suddenly spotting a squirrel when he was supposed to be fetching the mail, he jetted off in that direction with or without the strange girl.

Bryce ended up placing both of his arms over the shoulders of Hiroto and Tommy, "Yo, Tommy, mix me up somethin' bro. And that Sherry girl because she looks like she needs a little help enjoying the party." He bounced away from that pairing, going from one face to another like an over-energized puppy or something. "Yo, I'll be back!" He called out with his hands cupped around his mouth like a loudspeaker.

Last but not least, Riley. The loner sitting on a bench. He plopped his ass right down next to her, leaned over a bit to dig around a pocket in his shorts, and pulled out a tightly wrapped blunt. He wriggled his brows at her, "Need a pick-me-up?"

He knew that not everyone wanted to be here, but this was a small town. Sometimes there was nothing else to do other than be at the hottest spot fir the night, even if you hated it. That's small town life for teenagers. But there are always ways to make it all better.

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As more people entered the party, the hairs on Sherry's neck seemed to stand. It was becoming harder discern people from one another and she was thanking the fact that she abstained from alcohol entirely. Aside from being lightweight, the Asian glow would be hard to hide even under her "natural" makeup. She could mildly make out Tommy, the King of the Keg and resident kamina, Hiroto following soon after, and finally...

"Lookin' good, girl."

She wanted to say AJ given that she'd come with her brother but her thoughts were so rudely interrupted by one of the few boys who didn't freeze beneath The Stare™, no matter how much she might have tried.

Briceson Briggs.

His arrogant demeanor, athletic body, and overall gregariousness made him the apple of most girls' eyes at Beaumont Hills. It seemed to give him the idea that he was everyone's friend but she couldn't relate. He was the stereotypical jock, a meathead who excelled at sports but barely passed his classes. She didn't have many classes with him but it didn't take much to discern the face of a man who failed yet another quiz and definitely-did-not-care. Sherry had a cursory knowledge of lacrosse (for the sake of being cultured) but had never actually attended any games, much less seen him play. For all intents and purposes they should have never crossed paths, but being that the school was small and she took classes beyond her year it only made sense that he would make his way to her.

He buzzed around her as they approached the alcohol table, silently begging for some other person to catch his attention. At the back of her mind, an ethereal voice whispered in her mind's ear.

Find k-k. Find him

She winced as they approached the alcohol table before stopping entirely. The Banshee Network had a way of randomly messaging her and though she normally ignored such trivial (read: things that do not affect her) matters but she deliberately left herself open for the sake of getting AJ's late grandfather off her back. The tingle in her fingertips and the shiver down her spine seemed to intensify as she and Brice walked further into the household and his comments didn't help.

"I'll drink anything to make you less annoying," she replied icily before grabbing one of the least pungent drinks on the table and eying Tommy with particular scrutiny before wandering away.

She threw the cup in a nearby trashcan, looking for any empty couch or room available. The banshee needed peace and quiet to actively participate in the Banshee Network and a party was perhaps the worst place for either of those things. The noises of the party-goers, the music, and the ghosts of the Myers' former workers were overwhelming her and wafting smell of alcohol would only agitate her further. The only two options appeared to be a long line to the bathroom or a narrow door beneath a small staircase.

Sherry opted for the creepy door (naturally), finding that it led to a dimly lit laundry room. She sat on the washer and took a breath, opening her mind's eye to the spirit realm where a flood of faces and voices filled her senses.

"One at a time...please. I need to know what's going to happen and where."

Broke out. Find him. Find K-

"Kamina?"

No.

"Then who?"

There were at least two possibilities: that someone with a "k" sound in their name was going to die or that Tommy was involved. Perhaps both. The other option was that there might have been someone else, something else that she couldn't think of. In a world with banshees, kamina, and werewolves it wouldn't be out of the question for other species to exist and the phrase "broke out" only highlighted the possibility of this scenario being the case.

So the next question became where this would happen.

The network's free floating faces morphed into a blueprint of the mansion dotted blue with spirits that still haunted the estate. Most seemed content to observe the party but some were congregating.

Surrender yourself and you will find him.

The girl bit her lip as the voices continued swirling in her head. She didn't know these people, not really. And if it truly was a "him" that would die then AJ would be in no danger. She certainly didn't care for most of the other people in this school either so why would it matter if she chose not to follow her natural inclinations? She had nothing to gain from preventing another death.

She sighed. It mattered because she was a good person, a divining youth, if she was so inclined to call herself something. And she was already here so she would be a hypocrite if she didn't at least follow through this time.

"Fine, just this once."

Sherry's eyes rolled back for a few seconds as she left the room. Her practiced, graceful step deteriorated into an erratic, labored stumble to the Myer's backyard. Anyone observing her might have thought she was drunkenly wandering but it couldn't be further from the truth. Each step forward brought upon visions of death and the scent of chlorine once she arrived released the scream she had been suppressing all night long.