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Reagan Venandi

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a character in “havoc”, as played by mombie

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xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ m o n i k e r (s) || None to note.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ a g e || 17.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ g e n d e r || Female.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ p l a c exxo fxxo r i g i n || Beaumont Hills, California

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ s e x u a l i t y || Heterosexual

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r e l a t i o n s h i pxxs t a t u s || Single, uninterested.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ r a c e || Human.

xxxxxxxxxxxxx§ c l a s s || Hunter.


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Image§ e y e s || Hazel.

§ h a i r || Dark Brown.

§ h e i g h t || 5 ft 7 in.

§ w e i g h t || 125 lbs.

§ s k i n || Lightly Tanned.

§ s c a r s || None of note.

§ o t h e r || Nothing as of yet.

§ d e s c r i p t i o n || So much time has passed by since the death of her father at the supernatural hands, when she was once this timid feeble girl that hid herself in gawdy clothing. Her Senior year, however, would see a new change - she would be noticed this year. She has more confidence, which displays itself in the way she chooses to adorn her body in more revealing clothing with a touch of make-up. Reagan has foregone her pale and thin physique, now reasonably muscled for one that battled supernatural creatures as an afterschool elective.

She has several striking features; lush lips smeared with red lipstick and large almond eyes. She was never popular before, but now she could give the captain of the Lacrosse team a testosterone rush. She wears her hair straight and long, keeps her make-up on fleek, and makes sure she's giving the cool kids a run for their money. They say that her father's death has changed her, but no one is sure what really lies behind the facade of beauty and newfound radiance. She has tucked the old Reagan somewhere in the recess of her past, and maybe all of this superficial indulgence is overcompensating for the fact that she isn't sure what to make of her new life, or how to handle her paternal loss.




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§ Reagan, throughout her whole life in Beaumont, was that quiet cute girl that always sat in the back of all her classes and had a rather overbearing father. She was book smart, curbed the grades in class, and was actually forced to tutor the idiots of the Lacrosse team just so that they could maybe get a C in whatever class. She was just that girl - you knew she was there, she was smart, but that was pretty much it.

Then the unexplained begin to happen - the town falling to pieces with things that had no answers. Her father was always gone, her mother was a bit of an uptight figure that was in place to ensure that their daughter would be kept well out of the supernatural fight. At the beginning of her Junior year, her father was found mauled to death by some mysterious animal. She dropped out of school for the first half of that year but spent the summer making up for it. Besides, she was a straight-A student - it wasn't fair to hold her back due to a death in the family. She entered the realm of the Supernatural and was prepped for that latter half of the year in which she was out of school, and over the course of the summer, to take the place of her father. When she returned to high school for her Senior year, she was still the same smart girl that sat in the back of the class, but now she's a confident smart girl. And guess what? She's not doing homework for the Lacrosse team morons anymore.

Mostly because she doesn't have time. She always seems rushed, and very much unwilling to talk to people. She has secrets - ones that she keeps close to her heart. Sometimes, though, when the going is getting the better of her, she looks like she could break down and cry at any moment. They say that vengeance is the most unfulfilling kind of peace one can get from death, and she sometimes wonders if it was the right thing to do. She's caught between the code that protects the humans from the supernatural, and that which puts the lives of people at her school in her hands - leaving her with very mixed feelings of loyalty. She's not sure where the line is, or if there is one.




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Image§ If one looks at Reagan, they will not typically see a woman that is capable of handling her own against the Supernatural. However, being that she is required to undergo intensive physical training, she has honed the abilities that come with being a fighter. Truth be told, her father taught her how to fight from the time she was little, but she thought it was just for self-defense against things like bullying or boys. Archery and marksmanship in all manner of weapons is also her family's hallmark, and she's been trained to use them, too. It wasn't until the start of her Junior year when she was really trained to combat the forces of darkness that are drawn to Beaumont Hills. She's taken a hard look at the bestiaries and the long history of her family, and she is not easy to pick off - even for a werewolf.

Yet, she is not invincible. While she can hold her own, she is still very much human, and nothing about being a hunter will ever change that. She is emotionally unstable, hard to trust and warm up to, and lacks the charisma to fit into school. The life of a hunter is a long one without the advantage of friends. She is a slave to all of the unresolved conflict going on from within, and sometimes she is incapable of making decisions that could mean the difference between life or death - her own or someone else's.




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§ Reagan is a Beaumont native, and the Venandi family has lived there since its birth. However, their family ancestry spans more than just their lives here. Over time, by some means unknown, they have accumulated significant wealth. Rumors have it that her father inherited the financial wealth of his parents, and so on. They live in a lovely home and come from money, inherited or not. Reagan never held the demeanor of a spoiled rich girl, and very few people at school knew where she lived as she grew up.

Reagan has a little brother, Jeff, and they are the children of a mother and father. Her father became the town's resident deputy, but he was on the trail to campaigning for sheriff. Her mother was a stay-at-home wife, and she dedicated her time to running the home and family and ensuring that her children were doing well in school. She is in intense woman, often keeping Reagan and Jeff from making friends and practically banning anyone from being invited to the home.

There was a good reason for that, too, for the family had more weapons that the local Sheriff station. Her father would say that he was an avid hunter, and it ran deep in all of the family members. Reagan and Jeff also knew how to use all the weapons in the house, but they were by no means the experts that their parents were. Little did the children know that they were being groomed to become hunters, but for a different type of animal altogether.

By High School, Reagan was renown for being smart but sort of a loner. She was a straight-A student, and the Lacrosse team captain sent all of his jocks to her for tutoring. When she wasn't spending time training with her parents or studying, she was tutoring the Lacrosse team so that they could maybe strive for a C in their classes.

However, during the first half of her Junior year, her father was murdered. She did not come back to school for a month or so. She was able to complete summer school to proceed to her senior year since she had such outstanding academics. She spent the entire summer training intensely and learning about the Supernatural world. Her mother decided that it was time to bring her into the family secret, and her world was turned upside down.

Now it is her senior year, and though things are still confusing, she has had a lot of help in figuring things out. She hopes that soon, we will avenge her father's death and kill the Alpha responsible for it.



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So begins...

Reagan Venandi's Story

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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"Hey, earth-to-Olivia" Liam spoke waving his hand in front of his best friend's dazed gaze. The two had only arrived at their Fall Homecoming Formal, appropriately named 'Fright Night'. Leave it up to Beamount for the creepy themes. Liam had to admit however, student council really went all out with the theme- the gym actually looked pretty cool all decked with pumpkins, lights, graves, even the food was themed. Unfortunately, the pounding bass from the speakers in the gym was starting to give him a slight headache. Not to mention the strong smell of sweaty teenagers and too much cologne. Yeesh. Liam turned back to his 'date' if he'd even call it that. Olivia and him had been an unlikely duo since their freshman year. Attached at the hip if you will. Liv understood him like nobody else did and for that he kept her close, protected. As much as she hated it. They had made a pact the summer after their Freshman year that if they were too chicken to ask someone else to the dance they'd go with each other. This was their third dance.

Olivia was definitely spaced out. She didn't finally snap to until Liam's hand wove in front of her face. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry it’s just-” Her gaze fell to the floor for a small moment. Something wasn’t right, at first she tried to sum it up as that she ate something wrong or her shoes were too tight. But there was always something different about her feelings when they were related to her banshee heritage. They lingered, and were more of a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. “Something’s not right Lee”. If she was being honest with herself, something had been very wrong in Beaumont for a couple of weeks. Liv had been hearing voices nearly everywhere she went and last week set off her house alarm from sleep walking. On edge had definitely been a kinder term to describe her temperament.

Liam placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, dropping his voice to a whisper. “Like Olivia not right, or Banshee not right?” He spoke, feeling his wolf-side begin to stir at the thought of any possible danger. “Banshee” Her voice barely came out above a whisper. Liam’s stomach dropped, he had known by know that when Olivia felt something wrong - something was most definitely wrong. Her Banshee senses took a lot of getting used to, and still freaked him out a little. Granted, he could turn into a terrifying wolf at will - but it was Beamount. Who didn't have some freakishness to them?

He scanned the dance floor for anything out of place, but noticed nothing more than Mr. Jacobsi flirt with Ms. Binns at the punch station. Liam turned back to his best friend, trying to soften his eyes and offered her a comforting smile. “Hey, listen it’s probably nothing alright? Remember that time you called me saying you saw me in flames and I just left the toast in a little too long? Not to mention looking at all these sweaty, horny, teenagers is making me feel a little nauseous” He grinned when he got Liv to giggle a little. “Yeah, you’re probably right… Well we might as well try to act somewhat normal right? Care to dance?” Olivia said holding out her hand as she gean to do her embarrassing shimmy that had annoyed Liam since freshman year. She grinned when he rolled his eyes reluctantly but placed his hand in hers. With that she dragged the both of them to the dance floor.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Brook Delaney

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No one had asked her if she wanted to go to the dance. Yet, her mother was insistent on remaining as typical of a teenager as she possibly could. Only, Reagan was not a typical teenage girl. The thought of the high school fall dance was dizzying, and as her mother applied her make-up, she wondered how the world could move on and she was still stuck in that closet, watching her father being mauled to death by a werewolf.

How could anyone be sane knowing what she knows now?

None of that mattered because her teachers told her to go, that this would be good for her. Her counselor insisted that she try to make friends again as if she had any to begin with. The lacrosse team coach thought that maybe taking on tutoring again will get her mind off of things, but Reagan knew that was just his way of saying his team was comprised of a bunch of academical idiots, and he needed her assistance.

There were little moments of understanding, like when she was with Brook's grandmother trying to get a handle on this new path. In fact, Brook was probably the only one still on the team retaining some semblance of a good grade, and that was just because she needed him, too. Maybe not him directly, but his grandmother who could help make the world make sense again. Her family was a fanatical group of hunters, and the death of her father has only emboldened them to step their A-game back up. At the helm of this conquest is her mother, and at her side - well, it is Reagan. A teenager was hardly capable of making her own life decisions in a normal world, let alone in one that was rife with the unexplained and supernatural.

None of that mattered, did it? She was at the dance, staring through the doorway with her clutch in two hands at the lap of her dress. Her jaw tensed, and she walked in with a cautious slowness that could only be described as a panicking fear that began to settle in the pit of her stomach. A few of the students turned to stare at her, but they soon went back to their business. Others were passing by, entering late, or leaving to do less PG-rated things. There was Liam with his best pal out on the dancefloor, but she didn't have much interest in either of them. Besides, something was telling her to be more wary of him. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something was there.

Fright night, she thought to herself, as the urge to turn away screamed at her. There were the faux tombstones and graves, the comically frightening decor that seemed to poke fun at the monsters and death that actually plagued this town. She didn't know how long she had been standing there - seconds, minutes, but the hold on her clutch had become deathly, and her stare blank like a doe caught in the headlights of an oncoming car.

This whole thing was a bad idea, and she turned away to leave. It was wrong of her to be here. She should be with her mother since activity in the Venandi family had begun to be picked up in the recent days strangely. They were out and about, and she was here - trying to go to a Fall dance with a horrifically ironic theme to it. There was no one here she wanted to see, and no one that wanted to see her. Except for Brook, and he was a little annoying.

Her heels clicked noisily down the school corridor as she made for its exit.

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Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi

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"You ready, Ry?" a voice came from behind the other side of the door of the girl's room. Silence filled the room for a few moments until the door opened 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 baggy pullover hoodie. The Highschool's Homecoming dance 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 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 homecoming dance full of horny teens that will be getting drunk and more than likely hooking up after or even during the dance? I'd rather not be the only one standing out and feeling awkward the whole time, El." 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 jacket 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 trying to get her to wear dresses or something more feminine for the past three weeks for this.

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." 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 and Riley exited the bathroom, dressed in the outfit Ellen picked out, with a rather annoyed look on her face, "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." 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 new 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, but she hadn't really had any fun or even felt like she belonged there. 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 school, 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.

Riley had quickly made her way into the school after showing her Student ID and Homecoming ticket to the ushers as the school had an astounding amount of security guards on the property tonight, not surprising with things going a miss. Riley more or less found herself running down a few hallways and rooms making her way to the gym for where the dance was being held, turning a sharp corner after she slowed her pace down she found herself bumping into something or someone. Normally she would have sensed someone coming around the corner, but with her mind being busy with other things her senses were rather dulled down than what they normally would be. She finally looked up to see who she had walked into, and it turned out to be a somewhat familiar face.

Riley couldn't remember what her name was, but her face was all too familiar. She could tell she was human, from the smell alone and the overall sense she got from the girl, but something felt off and she wasn't sure what it was. Just something about her radiated a stronger presence than others. Riley shook it off as clearly being paranoid and anxious, she was just a girl. That's it. She shook her head and gave her a small smile and awkward chuckle as she looked up at her, "S-sorry, my bad." she stuttered, not meaning for it to come out as such a jumbled mess.

She shook her head again, subconsciously slapping herself in the face, "Look, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going, it's entirely my fault. And are you leaving already? I thought the dance just started?" she said with a bit of a coy smile and chuckle, "How about this, I make it up to you for getting you a drink or whatever else you want? A way of saying sorry for the inconvenience I caused, sound fair?" she questioned, her offer and apology were genuine, as Riley didn't like walking into other people or causing awkward situations to arise. She honestly felt bad and was trying her best to make it up to the girl she had awkwardly bumped into. "Name's Riley by the way, I don't think I ever caught what yours was? I'm new and trying to get to remember as many names as I can."

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It was obvious Brook wasn’t someone who was comfortable all dressed up. He had no idea who the original owner of his suit was, he’d gotten it from his older brother, Lake’s cupboard, and how it’d found its way in there Brook will never know since Lake spends most his life in flannelette. Either way, it clearly hadn’t been meant for Brook, the fit was all wrong, baggy in some areas and tight in others.

And if you took away the suit, you couldn’t really consider Brook all that dressed up. His hair was uncombed, the suit pants were creased, his shirt was only half tucked in, and his tie sat haphazardly as he’d given up after the third attempt. Not to mention the bits of white paint coating his hands after helping paint up the old shed that afternoon. He’d gotten the bulk of it off his face and hair, but there was still the occasional speck that he’d missed.

Brook grinned as he spotted Liam and Liv on the dancefloor. He’d started on beer with his brothers that afternoon and had already worked up quite a buzz by the time he arrived, so he was feeling cheery as he moved through the packed house towards the pair. “Lee-mur!” He boomed to his best friend, throwing a rough arm around both Liam and Olivia’s necks.

School dances these days always tended to end up the three of them, of course, Brook refused to feel like a third wheel, he’d known Liam longer and so he was certain that if anyone should feel like a third wheel it was Olivia.

See, when it came to school dances, Liam and Olivia always took each other, the Siamese twins that they were. And, well, Brook had learned to stop asking girls to dances because he had a track record of being a fucking awful date. One year he thought he’d hedge his bets by asking a few girls, on the night of the dance neither Lisa nor Ella were happy to they’d be sharing a date. Another time he’d completely forgotten he even had a date to pick up, it wasn’t until the third last song he remembered her, needless to say she hadn’t wanted to make it back by the last song. The final straw had been when he’d accidentally kissed his date’s twin sister. Nora did eventually forgive him, admitting that it had been dark, but by then he sworn off taking dates to dances.

Brook still had his arms locked around his friends’ necks when he spotted Reagan. He sighed bumping his head against Liv’s, “How is it possible that’s she’s made herself even hotter?” Both Liam and Olivia knew of his moony eyed crush on the girl who wouldn’t give him the time of day, he’d never really made an effort to hide it. If he thought there was any chance in hell that she would’ve said yes, he would have asked her to the dance. She was stunning in her dress, and Brook wished he was closer with Riley so he could break into their conversation.

Releasing his friends, he stepped back with bashful smile, “Not that you two don’t look great.” He smiled playfully at Liam and slapped him across the back, “Sharp tux. Great hair.” Then he looked to Olivia and took in her outfit, for a persistent nag she looked hot. “Is it too late to switch and be my pity date? I could use the ego boost.” That was the truth of it too, he’d ego had taken a beating today when he’d tried jumping off the roof onto their old trampoline, only for the rusted springs to break. His right shoulder was painted with black and blue bruises, he only hoped Liv wouldn’t find out or he’d never hear the end of it.

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xTommy did not want to be here. Drinking cheap tequilla behind someone's truck was better than doing nothing on Friday night, but listening to the lacrosse team talking about the hot babes wasn't exactly stimulating conversation. The tequilla had no effect, but the burn distracted him from listening.

Tommy didn't plan on going to this dumb dance in the first place. He was content to continue investigating the secrets of Beaumont Hills, but when his foster father, Harrison, pulled out an old suit and explained how they wanted to him to have a high school experience, despite only being at their home for two weeks, it wasn't like he could refuse. Tommy tried, but when Harrison also mentioned he was the police escort for the dance, it only made it harder to say no. The officer wasn't too much of a stickler for underage drinking so he was willing to turn a blind eye to Tommy and his group's indiscretions.

"Hey Jackson! A bunch of us are going to head to that old haunted place by woods after this. You down?" Max, one of the small-brained members of the team, asked. Tommy took a drink of his glass then smirked. "On Fright Night? Careful the monsters of Beaumont Hills will be out to get you. OoooOoooo." His cheap imitation of a ghost gave the group a laugh as he pretended to haunt Max. If only they knew of the creature with them right now. The beefy guy pushed him off before joining in. "Now can we go inside? We paid for these tickets and I'm not hanging out in parking lot the whole time."

The group followed him like normal. He was the leader of the pack, although he didn't know why the guys decided to follow him. It was a sight to see, watching all of them enter at once. It would've been intimdating if the leader wasn't the new class clown, the very everyone described as the new hot guy too. Tommy at the center, looked different than normal. While he was never unattractive at school, it's only amplified by his crisp black suit and his hair was styled instead of his messy waves.

He surveyed the area and noticed many familiar faces. His best friend Liam was there along with his usual trio. His eyes stayed on Olivia however. If he had arrived earlier to the school, Tommy might've asked her to the dance. A few of the guys mentioned she always went with Liam which would've pushed him to ask, but he didn't think he'd be here. He'll grab her for a dance later. Tommy made sure to wave at the trio, sarcastically before sending a wink to Olivia. Riley and Reagan also caught his eyes. A possible friend and an unknowing enemy was only slightly appealing. He noticed Peter wasn't there though. He'd text his sidekick later if he was bailing on him for tonight.

Guess it's the loner and the hunter tonight. He left his group, saying something about making his rounds. From what his super ears overheard, the two had bumped into each other prior. "Is it R right I join the R's? T is pretty close if you think about it." It was a dumb pun, but Tommy had a feeling it would work. "Any of you care to dance or are we hugging the wall tonight?"

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She was minding her own business, yet also not very attentive to her surroundings. Her heart pounded in her chest - beating like rapid butterfly wings as that weird feeling rose in the pit of her stomach. Having watched Liam there on the dance floor, then seeing all the decor, it made her feel strange. She couldn't quite put a finger on it, but something wasn't right. Something wasn't right about any of this; not the school, not certain students, not this town. She had been drowning deep in her thoughts with that hurried pace, so when someone bumped into her - or perhaps she into them - it was of no surprise.

As Riley collided with her, Reagan's fingers loosen their grasp over her clutch. It dropped to the floor, and the hunter simply closed her eyes to breathe for a second. When they open, she dragged them to the figure that would soon greet them and notices that it is one of the girls she knows from a few classes. A sigh of relief slipped from her lips and she put on a smile.

"S-sorry, my bad," she stuttered, and Reagan began to feel a little guilty. Who knows with whom the fault truly laid regarding this collision? Neither of them paid attention, and they were both in somewhat of a hurry - one to leave and the other to arrive. The latter fashionably late, and when she looked over the outfit it brought yet another friendly curve to her lips.

"Oh, it's okay. I'm sure that I probably bumped into you, or we can just say we both bumped into each other. That way we are both totally absolved of all blame," she proposed as she bent down to pluck the fell clutch from the floor.

"Look, I'm sorry. I should have been watching where I was going, it's entirely my fault. And are you leaving already? I thought the dance just started?" Reagan had been caught trying to vacate the dance early, and now it would seem that leaving is no longer an option. However, could it be so bad? If she had a friend with her, then maybe she could distract from all the thoughts that certain faces conjure.

"Oh, I was going to go powder my nose," she lied, making up the most ridiculously girly thing that a teenager could to get out of other explanations. Of course, the Werecoyote could probably hear the irregular rhythm of her heart during that tidbit of dishonesty.

Riley continued, "How about this, I make it up to you for getting you a drink or whatever else you want? A way of saying sorry for the inconvenience I caused, sound fair?"

Reagan smiled wide at that and then offered the girl a grin that could only be a playful coyness, "By all means, let's. I didn't have a date tonight, so, since we are blaming you for this - you are going to have at least one dance with me. I hope you know how." She held her arm out, expecting Riley to oblige her by offering an arm for Reagan to hook her own through.

"Name's Riley by the way, I don't think I ever caught what yours was? I'm new and trying to get to remember as many names as I can."

"Reagan. I think we have a couple of classes together," she replied while they walked back to the gymnasium for that dance.

As soon as she stepped back in, Thomas was on the approach. God, he was so hot. Goofy, but hot. How on earth can this guy be here and the only person that might have asked her to the dance would have been Brook. Look at Brook - he was a walking disaster. Look at Tommy - put together. Life was unfair. "Thomas, looking sharp as always. Take Riley - she told me she has all the moves,” she offered the girl up as tribute to dance with him. She leaned toward her and whispered. "He's cute, so you should dance with him. I have to go fix Brook so we can take a picture together.”

She always noticed Brook because he stuck out just as tidy as ever. That was sarcasm. She could have had a date tonight with him, but he wasn’t worth it. She remembered hoping that maybe, maybe after all of the tutoring before her father died, that he would have asked her to a dance or two. But she had never been his type, and she was very sore that she was his type now. If he wasn’t decent to her, she’d have cast him out of her life like she did with all of the others. However, as annoyed as she was by him, she had difficulties keeping her distance.

He also needed her to help him not look like a hot piece of garbage. She left Riley and Thomas, came up behind Brook, grabbed his arm by the bicep, and turned him to face her. She just popped a quick and uneasy smile off for Liam and Liv, but Liam made her feel… strange. She didn’t want to really engage him. She had the perfect excuse to distance herself.

"You’re so embarrassing,” she whispered harshly at him as she rose to the tips of her toes and pushed down on his shoulders so he could hunch over a little to smooth out his hair. Then she helped him tuck things in. Yes, even into his pants. There was no real reason to be ashamed about making these adjustments because he was one of many boys in his family, and as much as she wished he would go away sometimes, she was here to give him that feminine touch. She didn't mind the paint chips. That just came with the package. She was sure his grandma would thank her when he could take a decent picture at the fall dance. "We are going to take a picture together later for your grandma, but I am not going to stand next to a slob,” she scolded Brook whisperingly. Not that anyone looking that knew them were oblivious to their strange friendship. Especially since it seemed to have flip-flopped from her crushing on him without his caring, to him crushing on Reagan without her feeling the same. To his knowledge, at least. Brook has always been attractive to her, but he didn't make an effort to be anything more than friends.

After a few moments of bickering with his clothing, she looked up at him - still close while she flattened the collar of his jacket. "No date tonight, I take it? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering your type of girl and your level of-” Reagan stopped there, not wanting to call him forgetful, but he knew.

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Riley silently listened as the girl who's name was Reagan talked. Right, that's what her name was, she remembered it began with an R, just couldn't remember the full name. She did remember faces and voices better than names, maybe due to her supernatural side? She wasn't sure, but as Reagan spoke, Riley picked up on a few nuances. They were slight, but with a trained eye and knowing how to read people, it was obvious she was lying. Riley didn't need to be able to hear her heartbeat increase and beat rapidly in her chest to know she was lying, the pounding in her head was enough of a sign. She may have been one of the worst people when it came to social interaction, but her ability to read people even without the use of her supernatural abilities was a plus. She simply smiled and nodded as Reagan and her conversed, thankful that the former wasn't angry that Riley had accidentally bumped into her, even insisting it was both of their faults if they were being honest.

If anything, Riley had to be honest, it was more so her fault for not keeping an eye out. A small shadow of a smile creased her lips when Reagan initially agreed to the offer allowing her to do whatever she wanted in terms of a few drinks or whatever she may have wanted, within reasonable limits of course. She was actually surprised that Reagan had come to the dance alone, but so did she as she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of people either. Riley awkwardly and carefully took the other girl's arm and began to walk until a familiar enough voice sounded behind them. It was Thomas, one of the lacrosse team members, and somewhat of a friend of Riley's, if one could even really call it that. He was nice enough to her and so she returned the favor of not entirely shutting him down as she otherwise normally would. And it didn't hurt that he was one of the most popular kids in their school as well as rather good-looking if she was to be honest, even if she personally wasn't really attracted to him, or anyone for that matter, except for a few students. But that wasn't the point.

Riley silently rolled her eyes and gave a playful sigh as he made a pun out of their names, as well as his way of asking if he could join them for a while, as well as a possible dance. She was about to speak until Reagan pawned her off onto him, insisting she was able to dance, well at that on top of it. All she was able to do was give Reagan the thousand-mile glare as she watched her walk away to go see some of her other supposed friends. Awkwardly she turned back to Thomas with a small chuckle as she bit her bottom lip, "H-hey, Tommy." she said with a small smile and chuckle. Looking away for a moment as she took a long sigh, she was there for a dance, so why not dance at least once with a friend?

"Anyway, why don't we show these posers up, eh? The best couple to dance the worst wins?" she asked with a mischievous grin as she outstretched her hand to offer him to dance.

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Liam counted help his straying gaze every few moments as him and Olivia shuffled to the beat in the midst of the crowd. Her unsettling notion when they walked in had set him on full alert mode, and he regretted slightly as his senses were practically on overload in all the worst ways. He noticed Reagan but their gaze was brief as she quickly looked away once they made eye contact. Liam never intentionally tried to dislike anyone, but something about her just sent alarm bells off in his head. But he had to tolerate her presence for Brook. Out of all the potential girls he had to pick, of course he would go for Venandi.

Speak of the Devil.

Liam couldn't help the wolfish grin that appeared as his best friend pulled him into a bear hug. He definitely had been drinking - Liam was a tad jealous. Alcohol affected him in different ways than normal humans. Him and Brook had tested it out their junior year to see how much alcohol he had to consume before he got drunk. It was a horrible idea, as nothing is more rowdy than an extremely drunk werewolf. The two boys had practically a list of horrible ideas on their record, Olivia stopped counting after Sophomore year.

"Brookie! Fashionably late, as always. Hey - you never responded to my text asshole. Liv and I are getting milkshakes after at Skyline if you wanna come" It was a tradition after each dance for them to get milkshakes or ice cream at Skyline, the small mom and pop diner in Beamount. Of course, however, his friend was entirely distracted in other things cough cough Reagan as he obviously threw some looks in her direction. "I'd be careful man - that one definitely bites. Granted you've scared off every other female in this town, so at this point your options are running a little thin" He chuckled slightly a goofy grin on his face, Liam always teased Brook about his bad luck with females. Relationships were odd for him. Liam pretty much had it all but he hadn't had a girlfriend since his eighth grade year, Penelope Bridgewater, and that really didn't even count. It wasn't that he didn't catch the eye of females - in fact he did maybe too much. Ever since his lycanthropy he had made sure to stay far away from any potential romances. He had Brook and Olivia, and he reminded himself that was all he needed.

Thankfully, Brook changed the subject rather quickly to their outfits, he had his mother to thank for his appearance tonight. "Oh you flatter me Delaney. I'm going to say that that's either Kyle or Jacobs" He glanced at Brook's outfit which fit him quite loosely, out of his brothers Kyle and Jacob were a little taller than Brook. Liam was aware of the Delaney's situation and the majority of their clothing were passed down amongst the brothers. Lee always tried to make it casual, he never wanted to ostracize his best friend for his clothing choices. He doubted Brook would even care, but Liam was Liam. "But you pull it off quite nicely, if you don't go home with someone tonight I'll eat my words" Brook slapped him on the back and he instinctively put his hands near his hair, protectively. "Hey, watch the hair man. This took me like twenty minutes". Before he could say anything else Reagan appeared from behind Brook grabbing his arm, offering a rather strained smile in Liam's directly before tugging Brook away. He returned her smile in a half smirk, but winked in Brook's direction mouthing the words 'Good Luck'. He was surely going to need it.

Through their bromantic conversation, he had ineptly forgotten Olivia's presence but noticed she was already preoccupied in someone else. Thomas Jackson. Liam just caught his eye as he sent a sarcastic wave in their direction. His blood practically boiled. Ever since Tommy's arrival he had gone out of his way to make Liam's life hell, and catch the eye of his best friend in the process. None of this would've even mattered to Liam really if it wasn't for Olivia. He knew his territorialness was way of the charts now that he was a wolf, but it was something he couldn't help nor hide. When Tommy winked a quiet growl bubbled out on the bottom of his breath. God, what was with that boy. As much as the others proclaimed Liam was taking it too far, he knew something was off about Thomas. And he was determined to figure out what it was. "I really don't understand what you see in him".

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Olivia let out a slight yelp as she felt a pair of strong arms wrap around her shoulders and bring her in for a bear hug. Brook. Even though the hug was more than rough, and she wanted to scold him about his obvious buzz she bit her tongue and smiled. Olivia really wasn’t feeling the whole ‘mom’ thing tonight, especially when the boys she cared for were unruly jocks. She’d just let the boys be boys. “I’m willing to let you join, as long as you don’t eat all my fries like last time” She said with a slight giggle.


As the boy’s ensued in the normal conversation of God knows what Olivia zoned out into her own little world like she always did. These days she found herself falling deeper and deeper into her own thoughts, her Grandma said it was normal for a Banshee. It honestly scared her a little. Freaking herself out was a normal thing, and she hid it under the guise of being ‘overly cautious’.

She attuned her hearing back into the conversation as Brook became all doe-eyed when he saw Reagan standing with Riley on the dance floor. Liam was annoyed by the crush, but Olivia thought it was cute. “Well why don’t you just go tell her that you dork? Every girl loves to hear a compliment once in a while”.

Olivia’s eyes softened at Brook’s comment and she laughed quietly, patting him affectionally on the shoulder. “I think I could save a few dances on the floor for you” her eyes strayed from his face to just past his shoulder for a brief moment and speaking her last words under her breath. “But it looks like someone already planned on stealing you away”. None other than Reagan Venadi made her way over to the group, offering a weak smile to her and Liam before dragging Brook away. Olivia gave him a thumbs up and a small wink as he was taken away.

Olivia was about to comment on the irony of those two to Liam when she felt a pair of burning eyes in the back of her head. She turned her head slowly locking her eyes with, of course, Thomas Jackson. Her face blushed instantly and she found herself staring at him for a little too long. Ever since he had enrolled in Beaumont, the boy had been but a mystery to Olivia. A few meaningful glances here and there or an accidental brush in the hallway. It was practically driving her mad. Liam had pretty much shadowed all the male attention in her life, and scared away any guy who ever wanted her number. Frankly, it pissed her off but she loved the boy too much to argue with him. Like he’d ever listen to her anyway. Still, Tommy was the first boy in a while to actually notice her. Liam hated it. She’d be lying if she didn’t get butterflies every time she locked eyes with him.

Then he winked and Olivia bit her lip to keep from grinning, finally breaking eye contact to look down at the ground. Her little moment was ruined however when she heard practically a snarl come from Liam. Olivia’s eyes flashed with anger and her face was a look of shock. “Liam Hayes. Please tell me you did not just growl at one of our classmates!” Her tone came out hushed and irritated. “I really don’t see what you think is so wrong about him. He shows you up in practice a few times, and now he’s a villain?” She began to see the comeback build up in his mind and she quickly interjected. “Save it, Liam. I do not want to argue tonight. I came to have fun, so if you could keep your wolf where it should be, and get me a glass of punch I would greatly appreciate it”. She sighed turning away from him, glancing back to wear Tommy was standing only to find him engaged in conversation with Riley, who’s hand was outstretched in an offer to dance. Oh. Olivia looked away quickly feeling a little stupid for assuming that she was the only one he would be interested in tonight.

“Olivia” The voice sent chills down her spine. Spoken as if someone had whispered right into her ear. She jerked around only to see that no one was behind her, and Liam was all the way across the gym at the punch table. Clenching her hands tightly, she took a deep breath trying to center herself. There would be no ghosts messing with her homecoming, “please not tonight” she said quietly to herself.

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xWhile Thomas appreciated the boost to his ego from the compliment from one of the hottest girls in school, it hurt when she walked away from him to go over to Brook, even though he despised her with every fiber of his being. He was hoping to do some prying into how much she knew about the town. Reagan had the attitude of most hunters, but she didn't appear to be very well trained. If she didn't have an inkling about the two supernatural creatures in front of her, she either was a terrible hunter or recently trained. Most likely the latter since teenage hunters are rare.

Looking at Riley, he could see and feel the tension coming from her. Dancing is something Thomas has some skill in so hopefully he might make it a little easier for her. He gave Riley his most dazzling smile as she stuttered out a hello.

"Hey Riley. Let's dance," Thomas says taking her held out hand, with an exaggerated flourish as he leads her towards the dance floor, "I can show you how to two-step if you like. A family I lived with was from Texas and they always said 'these youngins' nowadays need to learn some non grindin' dancing.' Probably one of the most intense classes in my life, but by golly it's fun." His elaborate Southern accent was overblown, but it always was good for a laugh. Riley probably one.

"I mean I can be the worst if you like. Check it." Thomas does a poorly attempted shimmy, which gets some laughs from the couples around them on the dance floor. "Or we can get freaky with it." Using his hips, Thomas does what can only be described as twerking yet also not twerking. Thomas couldn't help bursting out laughing. It amazes him how ridiculous he can be. "Are we the worst yet?" Taking Riley's hand, Thomas pulls her to him, "Now that that we're officially the worst. Let's try something a little more classic." He places her hand on his shoulder and takes Riley's other with his hand, his right hand lays on Riley's side. Thomas begins to lead the two of them in an easy sway as they dance in circles. Thomas is grateful it isn't uncomfortable between them. Riley's not too bad at dancing.

"Look at you! I think we're ready for Dancing with the Stars," Thomas moves them to the edge of the dance floor, "I think you're ready for a spin." Thomas spins her and it goes well, but Thomas freezes when he catches sight of Peter running into the gym, red shirt and obviously terrified. He almost dropped Riley as a sense of dread began to come over him. Something was wrong tonight. He couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from, but it looming in the air. Everyone else seemed undisturbed by this sudden change...

"AH!" Thomas yelped, drawing eyes from those around him. He could feel his eyes shifting to the yellow slits of his other side. It can't come out now, not in front of everyone. Thomas tore his hand from Riley's and shoved it in his pants' pocket, which might've looked dirty if it wasn't for the claws coming out his hand. Something bad was coming. The kanima only comes out on full moons, when Thomas allows it (which isn't right now), or when Thomas is threatened or in danger. He had to get out of here before the scales came out. "I-I'm sorry. I gotta go." Thomas couldn't have left her sooner and he normally would've felt bad for leaving a lady in the middle of a dance, but the creature was demanding his attention. Thomas stormed out of the gymnasium, going down one of the dark hallways to hide. Maybe no one noticed it. Riley would have been the only one to see his eyes shift so he'd have to deal with that later.

Thomas collapsed on the ground, trying to keep his breathes even to calm his heart rate. If the kanima came out, it would attack or try to find a master. The petty jealousy a teenage can have combined with a murderous lizard was not a good combination. He could feel the his eyes going back and forth from reptilian to human as he noticed movement down the dark halls. It wasn't someone from school by the way it would slink around. As the kanima began to take more control, Thomas hollered at it with malice, as his voice became more animalistic, "Get out of here or I'll kill you!" A loud growl escaped his mouth. Thomas panted, feeling the scales form on his body. 'Here we go.' he thought, closing his eyes. When his eyes opened, only yellow slits remained.

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Riley smiled as Tommy greeted her and took her to the dancefloor, and chuckled as he began dancing in a variety of ways, all were bad after the other, especially after he used a southern accent when he told her of how he learned to dance from a family in Texas. She didn't know if it was the terrible attempt at the accent, or the story itself, but a genuine smile and chuckle creased her lips. Normally, she would be the one-off the dancefloor, against the wall drinking some punch, but with it more than likely being spiked, she decided against it. And what could come from dancing with Tommy at least once, even if neither of them was necessarily a good dancer? She was there to have fun and enjoy the evening, and she was going to the best she could. Riley couldn't help but smile and chuckle as Tommy started to do an awkward and terrible attempt at the shimmy, which caught the attention of some of the other students. Which was then followed by what she could only assume was an attempt at twerking? If one could even call it that, that was the one that really made her laugh, not out of finding it funny, but more so because it made her feel a bit embarrassed. But that was the point, to be a bad dancer with him, and so she joined him in the tomfoolery. After a bit of the terrible dances, he offered her his hand for an actual dance, which she gladly accepted. One of the few things her parents did, was taught her how to dance, and surprisingly, she wasn't the worst one.

She was finally beginning to enjoy dancing with Tommy as he felt with the spin, and then suddenly, he stopped the dance. A look of panic and uneasiness overcame his face, and Riley understood it all too much. Any normal person would have been dropped or have fallen by the sudden stop, but Riley managed to react fast enough and catch herself. She looked at him silently as everything else seemed to fade into the background and become white noise, everything else was muffled and a slight ringing sound was heard as she looked at Tommy. Something wasn't right, not just with him, but in general. All of the small hairs on the back of her neck bristled, standing on end as her coyote senses took over, going into overdrive as her ears picked up the faintest of sounds, people's heartbeats, people at the punch bowl sipping their drinks, and breathing. So much all at once, that was until Tommy broke the silence as he apologized and quickly left her, running out of the gym and down the hallway, disappearing out of sight. But she managed to catch someone before the boy ran off, normally his dark eyes flickered for just a moment, something she had seen and experienced herself multiple times before. They suddenly turned a golden color and almost reptilian in appearance. Riley just stood there in silence as she tried to rationalize what she just witnessed, Tommy was someone like her, maybe not exactly like her, but he wasn't human. At least not fully. She finally found herself coming back to reality as she realized all eyes were on her as Tommy had caused a small scene, she was only able to laugh awkwardly and gave a small wave as she noticed a group of people she knew somewhat, there was Liam, Brook, Olivia, and Reagan. Something about those individuals, in particular, seemed off, something wasn't right about them, and if she were to go off on a limb, some were like her, different and not exactly normal.

Riley could have used this for the perfect moment to dip out and go home, forget about this night and just be home, in bed, watching Netflix. But something told her to stay here, stay here and make sure no one gets hurt. Her mind was a flurry of different thoughts as she finally acted out, she followed down the same hallway that Tommy went down, it was dark, and would have normally been impossible to see through, but thanks to her coyote side she was able to see perfectly, she saw a figure on the ground. As she got closer she realized it was Tommy, but...something was off. He looked different, his hair was gone, his usual pristine skin was now covered in scales, and his eyes, were golden slits. She grew close to him as she spoke, "Tommy, are you-" she started but was cut off as something, or someone forcefully pushed her aside, sending her flying into the wall of lockers that lined the wall. With a small and soft groan she looked up at whoever it was that pushed her, but all she was able to see was a dark figure that kept to the shadows, she found herself letting out a small growl as her eyes shifted from their normal hazel green to a dark, golden color, slightly illuminating as she scanned the area. Her senses were now on high alert as she couldn't see anything. "I-I need to leave...I'm sorry, Tommy.." she muttered softly as she slowly rose to her feet and made a run for it down the hall, hearing something begin to chase her down the hallway she quickly dodged into a room, locking the door behind her. Taking a deep breath as she slowly backed away from the door, she found herself in the girl's bathroom. Riley looked into the mirror, her eyes were now back to their normal green, but something was still off as she heard a shuffling sound outside of the door, as if someone was outside of it, and trying to get inside. A low growl escaped her lips as her eyes shifted back to the golden color of her coyote side as her teeth elongated, just slightly, letting her beast side come out to play, whoever or whatever was on the other side of the metal door caused her heart to race a mile a minute, but she was prepared to fight, whatever it was, even if she was slowly consumed with fear and panic..

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After Liam’s comment about Reagan, Brook couldn’t help his laughter. “Some of us are looking for a girl who bites.” The phrase treat them mean, keep them keen, was definitely written with Brook in mind. He saw it as a mark of good taste that a girl wasn’t into him. “You’re one to talk, you could certainly live to scare off a girl or two. I’m happy to put in a good word or two with Penny if that’s what it would take?” Liam always laughed at Brook’s poor luck with the opposite sex, and Brook always made fun of Liam’s one and only ex. Penelope Bridgewater right after her whirlwind romance of a week and half had joined the goth crowd, she was all studded boots, black lipstick and upside down crosses now. Brook still thought her and Liam could make it work if they gave the relationship a second chance.

Brook couldn’t help grinning at Liam guessed that his suit was a hand-me-down from either Kyle or Jacob. “Lake.” He answered holding out the jacket and spinning around to give his friend a good look. He know that Liam would be as surprised as Brook was to find Lake in possession of anything this nice. And just to be clear, nothing about the outfit was that nice. He smirked as Liam mentioned his hair taking a full twenty minutes to do, Brook couldn’t believe anyone, boy or girl, could spend that long staring at a reflection of themselves. “And it still looks like that?” He gave out a mocking whistle. “Can you put in a request to get your time back?” Of course, Liam’s hair looked great but he wouldn’t be Brook if he didn’t poke fun.

Offering to save him a dance, Liv finally managed to break through the bromance that always seemed to bloom between Liam and Brook. See, she really was the third wheel. Then someone was tugging on him to turn around. His face split into a goofy grin when he saw it was Reagan. It was a rare sight to see her approaching him. “Reags!” He grinned pulling her into a bear hug without caring about wrinkling her dress or messing up her hair, he had no mind for how much care girls put in that sort of stuff.

Then she was tugging him around as Liam and Liv gave him good luck signs. He struggled against Reagan’s grip for a moment as he swung back to look at his friends, suddenly desperate to defend himself. “And those fries Liv! You hadn’t touched them for like an hour, how was I supposed to know you still wanted them?”

Truth be told, Brook didn’t mind be dragged away by Reagan. Well, there was the obvious reason, that boys never minded being dragged around by girls who liked like her. But also because despite her and Liam having such a big part of his life, them mixing was something he really ought to avoid more than he does. He already knows they aren’t a fan of each other, and he feels a little prick of guilt every time he avoids telling either one the truth.

Brook ignored the embarrassing comment from Reagan, he’d heard worse from her. However when she tugged him down to her level, her hand found his bruised right shoulder and he hissed ducking away from her hand. He covered it up with a goofy grin, “You’re gonna start resembling superman with those muscles. How’d you know he was my type?”

Then she begun on the adjustments, starting with his hair. If you’d asked him before that moment, he would’ve said Reagan running her hands through his hair would’ve been like a dream, but the truth was she’d never make it as a hairdresser. She was brusque and rough, her nails scratched his scalp, and her ring caught on his hair a few times. He really should’ve expected this from her though. Then she went to work on the rest, tucking everything into place, when her hands went to work tucking his shirt into his pants, he could only swallow and look away. “Uh, Reags?” Unfortunately everything about it was business like.

Which she confirmed with her following comment. "We are going to take a picture together later for your grandma, but I am not going to stand next to a slob.” Right, he’d forgotten for a minute Reagan only liked him for a grandmother, Faye. He’d rather be used for far less wholesome ends.

“Slobs a bit much,” He muttered irritably, feelings his trademark bad mood kicking in. Of course, Reagan was well used to Sooky Brooky act and continued on unfazed, moving in for his tie and yanking it tight without remorse. “Hey, hey, I need to breath.” He argued wedging a few fingers between his collar and neck to loosen it before he passed out.

Finally finished she patted down the front of his jacket and comment about his date-less status. "No date tonight, I take it? I guess I shouldn’t be surprised considering your type of girl and your level of-“

Brook grinned and quirked an eyebrow. He couldn’t resist the bait she’d just left hanging there. “Charm? Wit? Handsomeness?” With a laugh he glanced over to see a very tipsy pair of blonde cheerleaders, Trinity and Ava Meadows, passing them by, they paused to give him a wave which he returned. “Well, I was going to ask one of the Meadow twins, but they actually like me.” He winked at her and ran a hand through his hair, unthinkingly ruining her work. “Besides I figured no one wanted a jealous Venandi running amok at Fall Homecoming. It’s an ugly sight trust me.”

He glanced over at Tommy causing a scene on the dancefloor, leave it to him steal the show. “And you? Break it to me gently about coming here with Tommy.” He’d seen them together early and it didn’t take a genius to put the dots together, especially with how Tommy acted around her. He didn’t blame his friend, Reagan was clearly the hottest girl at school.

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She hadn't meant to help Brook's grumpy side come out there for a second. Just like she hadn't noticed that his shoulder recoiled slightly from her pressing touch. Regardless of all his complaining, she felt like she had tried the best she could. Sometimes there was no helping him, but as she took a small step back to look at all her attempts, she actually smiled. He was cute and simple, to put it all into an easy perspective. Then she laughed, but it sounded... uneasy.

She took another step back from him, rubbing her left arm with her right hand. It was as though she retreated back to that quiet timid girl persona just for a moment, "Sorry - I was just... I guess I needed a distraction." Yet she left it there, and he'll probably be beaming at the thought that he gets to serve as that distraction from whatever was going on in her head. It could be anything right now. There's a lot of weight on a teenage girl's shoulder, and she's still a bit confused about how to deal with it without it impacting her.

“Charm? Wit? Handsomeness?” Trinity and Ava passed by, and Reagan swore they gave her an evil look. These were the girls that talked about her behind her back all of the time. They were exactly Brook's type, and he's standing here with her - of all people. “Well, I was going to ask one of the Meadow twins, but they actually like me. Besides I figured no one wanted a jealous Venandi running amok at Fall Homecoming. It’s an ugly sight trust me.”

She leaned forward and slyly offered to stroke his ego just a little bit. "I'd be this jealous," she slowly brought her index finger and thumb together slowly to imply a small amount, but hey - it was not zero. It wasn't that she didn't still like Brook, it was that she simply didn't want him to know. He deserved to suffer in the same way she did when the tables were turned. Only, it was harder than she thought not to cave in to the fact that he liked her now.

Of course he would move onto Tommy, of whom was not nearby. The hot guy of the school. He made her laugh and made a point to be around her. Reagan was none the wiser to his affliction, or she'd say that it was kind of awkward to have someone try their best to befriend her. Naturally, she tells herself that it was simple - she hasn't quite grown into the shoes of the 'hot girl' in school yet. “And you? Break it to me gently about coming here with Tommy.”

She shook her head and swept some of her hair behind an ear. Maybe her cheeks flushed a little, and that could be misconstrued in her having wanted Thomas to ask her but that didn't happen. Or it was something else entirely. "I was hoping someone else would ask me, but he hasn't noticed me yet. So, no date." That was mostly true, but a lot of boys tried to ask her to a date and she sort of turned them all down. Or ignored them. She forgot most of their names. She avoided all eye contact with Brook when she said this though, turning away to look at someone else. With her great luck, it was likely another guy on the Lacrosse team for Brook to be jealous about.

Reagan didn't notice the commotion going on behind her, but she did still a glance at Peter. It's been a while since they spoke, and she made a mental note to grab him later. However, her cellphone beeps in the process of storing said information, and she sighs, "Probably my mom checking up on me. God, she just doesn't leave me alone." But the text message that met her eyes, as she plucked the phone out of her clutch and looked at it. Hunter tracked something to your school, but its radio silence. You all need to get out of there. We are all too far away. Don't engage. Please don't.

Her eyes snapped up to Brook, and her heartbeat quickened. She stepped close to him, a hand grasping the fabric at his side while she rose to the tips of her toes and whispered, "She said that there's something in the school. Just -" she let him go and started to back away, her clutch caught between her side and an elbow. "- just get out of here, okay? With the rest." Because what teenager listened to their mother?

She turned away and started to run out. As her heels clacked purposefully across the corridor to the exit, her eyes caught the red fire alarm just begging for her to pull it. After all, she didn't know there were Werewolves and Kanimas and Werecoyotes in this school that were actually friends or friends of friends. So, she set it off. As it began its deafening warning, she ran into a boys bathroom in an effort to not be trampled over.

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Character Portrait: Liam Haynes Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Olivia Crosby Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Brook Delaney Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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Liam begrudgingly stood in the vicinity of the punch table, an empty cup in hand, as he kept throwing quick glances back at Olivia here and there. A few of them met with a chilling glare. He hadn't meant to upset her. He never did. Yet every time he said some backhanded comment about Thomas the girl acted insulted herself. Women, he though to himself with a small eye roll. He had yet to understand perhaps the most complex and scary species the world had to offer. Liam had just made it to the front of the punch line when he felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up and a foul taste overtook his mouth. He whipped his head back to the dance floor only to see Thomas making a disastrous exit, nearly knocking a few students down as he dashed out the door. No one ran with that kind of fever, unless they had something to hide. It was only a few seconds later before the new girl, Riley, dashed right out after him. His grip on the cup tightened and it crumpled easily in his hand. Without a moment to waste he tossed the cup (with scary accuracy) into the nearby trashcan, dashing over to where Olivia stood gripping her shoulders with both his hands. "I knew there was something up about Jackson, and I'm going to prove it to you!" He said not even giving her a moment to respond before he dashed out after the two.

By the time he got out into the hallway, the scent had already begun to fade. Liam jogged down the corridors before the more floral yet earthy scent led to the girl's bathroom. Riley. It had to be. He would've loved to ask her about Thomas but not even that was motivation enough for him to invade the girl's bathroom. By the time he rounded a few corners the other scent had gone cold, and the hallways became eerily silent. Liam nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud crash came from the room adjacent to him. The Locker Room. Of course he would hide there. Liam crept slowly to the door, resting his hand on the handle as his eyes slowly flashed a brilliant shade of red. Everything was telling him not to open the door, which gave the boy all the reason to open it.

The door creaked as Liam slowly pushed it open, met with the unpleasant smell of gym socks and dirty cleats. "Thomas, I know you're in here" Liam took a step into the room the door sliding shut behind him. "There's no use in hiding who or whatever you are anymore, Jackson". He slowly made his way across the outer edge of the room, peeking around the corners of the lockers that blocked his view of the room. Subconsciously, Liam felt his claws and fangs ease their way out as he peaked around the last corner. "I don't know what you want but I'm not going to let you hurt-" Liam whipped around to face the corner that held the showers as he heard the faintest of shuffling. "Gotcha" Liam muttered under his breath as he stalked to the showers whipping around the corner - and instantly regretted his decision.

Liam instantly shoved his hands into his pockets to hide his claws from the unsuspecting couple he had just walked in on, his face flaming red from embarrassment. There was no mistaking the fiery red hair of Amanda Kyle as she had her back to him gripping some boy by the suit jacket - well he really didn't want to elaborate on the crime that was going on in front of him. "I'm sorry- I definitely thought-" Liam froze as Amanda turned her face to him, maybe he would've screamed if he wasn't in such a state of shock. It was like a scene straight out of a horror movie. Amanda's eyes were glowing like bright, white flashlights and her face was covered in blood. She still gripped the collar of the boy, his head bobbing to the side showcasing the large chunk that had been taken out of his shoulder. Liam stumbled a few steps back, as Amanda smiled showcasing several rows of what he could only describe as 'shark teeth'. "Holy shit" He sputtered before she dropped the boy and lunged at him, knocking the both of them down in the process with Liam pinned under her.

Liam instinctively sunk his claws deep into her shoulder holding her back as she snapped her teeth inches away from his neck. She shrieked in pain and he took the moment to throw his upper body weight into her, knocking her off of him. He scurried away, now fully half-shifted into his alpha form his eyes glowing scarlet red. It only took her a few moments to regain her composure as she lunged again, but this time Liam was ready for her as he caught her by the wrist launching her into one of the lockers. The girl made a sickening crunch and went limp as she landed on the floor. Liam kept his eyes trained on her as he stumbled back to the door, panting in fear. He had never seen anything like that in his life. And this was Beaumont where he'd seen practically everything imaginable. Amanda Kyle was quiet, and spent their History lecture doodling hearts in her notebook - not eating unsuspecting freshman.

His friends. Hell, everyone, he had to get them out of here. Turning his back to her was probably the worst mistake he could've made. As soon as he turned for the door she lunged out of her 'play dead position' attaching her bear trap of a mouth around his side. Liam cried out in pain as he desperately tried to push her off of him but the girl had a grip of iron. He had never been more grateful for the fire alarm in his life. On any other day he would've cursed under his breath at the damn sound but it might've been his saving grace.

The horrendous shrill noise, suddenly filled every nook and cranny in the school and Liam clamped his hands over his ears and grit his teeth as the sound bounced around in his skull. It seemed, however, that the noise had the same affect on Amanda as she released him with a shriek, writhing on the ground in pain. Liam took the opportunity to dash out of the Locker room, and prop himself up against the door to hold it shut. He glanced at his side, it was still nasty, no telling how long it would take his healing to catch up with that. Liam braced himself as he heard Amanda scream in rage and began throwing herself against the door. It took every ounce of strength to hold it close - the girl (or whatever it was) had freakish strength. She threw herself against the door a few more times and then it just stopped. Still, Liam had learned his lesson from earlier and didn't move from his position yet a minute passed and it remained silent. Eventually his curiosity overtook him and he gripped the door handle, claws out in case the psycho piranha had any intention of tricking him again. With one hard push he flung the door open to find the Locker room - completely empty. His eyes frantically searched the room before they landed on a vent just above one of the lockers, it was wide open. "Oh shit".

The fire alarm should clear the school out which is exactly what he wanted. Still, he didn't feel any better. Knowing his friends, they were definitely the ones who pulled it - and had no intention of leaving. To make matters even worse neither did the monster.

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When Reagan held up her thumb and pointer finger to indicate her lack jealousy, Brook practically beamed. He’d long since learned to take what he could get when it came to her. “I notice that’s not zero Ms Venandi.” He smirked at her, he was deliberately ignoring her meaning and was probably annoying her. Oh well, if he can’t make her fall head over heels with him, he’d settle for vague annoyance.

At the mention of Tommy, a blush lit up Reagan’s face as her eyes locked on something just past his right shoulder. That combined with the hair fidgeting made her look like a girl in with a huge crush. He was sure Tommy would be thrilled. When it came to Reagan, Brook was already prepared to be disappointed, so he wouldn’t hate his new friend for it, even if he wanted to.

Then she said something surprising. "I was hoping someone else would ask me, but he hasn't noticed me yet. So, no date." Brook without any hesitation or tact did a full 180 to find the person who had stolen her focus. Brayden from the team.

“Brayden?” He asked turning back to Reagan with a frown. Brayden was a burly, 6’4 red head and was undoubtedly the team’s best defender, responsible for most their wins this season. “Hairspray Brayden?” He was also gay, and while Brook tried not to stereotype, the only way to describe Brayden accurately is, really gay. He’d seen Hairspray the musical 29 times, a fact that had earned him the nickname, hairspray Brayden. He’d also had a sweet sixteenth that was Disney themed, Liam and Brook had gone as Cinderella and Prince Charming, Brook had won rock-paper-scissors so he got to wear the dress. Though it took them weeks to convince Liv to be the fairy godmother. “Reags, he’s gay? And I'm pretty sure taken?” Brook said trying to put it as sensitively as possible, even putting his hands up to protect himself.

Her cell phone went off before the conversation could continue though, and her whole demeanour changed. He knew in an instant that he was no longer looking at high school girl Reagan, this was hunter Reagan. When she grabbed him and begun to whisper in his ear, he wasn’t expecting flirtatious poetry, but even still he was shocked with her new information.

She was backing away and commanding him to leave before he could even comprehend it. Reagan had already crossed the room and hit the fire alarm before he realised he needed to stop her going after it. It wasn’t out of concern for her safety, he knew she could hold her own, but if there was something out there, Liam would be going after it to. Which meant their paths would cross. Not to mention with all the super naturals here at the dance, Reagan was just as likely to take out a friendly.
With the wave of his peers heading towards the exit, Brook hand to duck and weave his way across the room. Reagan got a good head start of him, and by the time his caught up she had ducked into the boys’ bathroom.

He rattled on the door, not wanting to burst in whatever she was doing in there. “Reags, I really think you should leave with me.” From his side of the door, he ran his hands through his hair and looked at the roof, a lukewarm appeal like that was never going to convince her. Especially not when she thought he was the one in danger. “Look I can explain it, but you’ve got to go with everyone else. Just fucking listen to me for once.”

That was still pretty shit, and he might have tried a third time to appeal to her through the door, but a shrill scream filled his ear drums, rattling the lockers that lined the hallways. It really was a horrible sound that Banshee’s produced. Olivia.

His attempts to get Reagan out of the bathroom were forgotten when he saw Liam run out of the locker room a few metres down on the opposite side of the hallway, bloodied and in a panic. “Uh, never mind Reagan, don’t come out!” Brook yelled to Reagan, as he propped a hand on the door to hold it close if she ignored him and tried to leave anyway. He looked down the hallway, and locked eyes with Liam who was trying to hold his own door closed, against whatever it was that was causing the chaos. Reagan couldn’t come out now when Liam was half wolf and fighting. “Liam’s here. He’s um-“ Reagan would know that meant not to talk about anything hunter related, but he still needed her to stay in the bathroom. Brook was in a full blown panic now. “Naked?”

He shot a panicked look to Liam, raising his hand that wasn’t holding the door shut in a helpless gesture. “Yeah naked. Like, super naked. You don’t want to see this. I think it was, like, a prank.” He widened his eyes at Liam as the lie got further and further out of control. “I mean a dare?"

Finally the thumping against Liam’s door stopped, and when nothing jumped out after he opened the door, Brook released his hold on the bathroom door and ran over. He hadn’t been able to see what had attacked Liam, but as he came up beside his friend he could see the bloody carnage, and corpse left behind. He spoke in a hushed voice so Reagan wouldn’t overhear from the bathroom she was hopefully still in. “We’re going to need an incantation to make sure he doesn’t come back like our hungry friend. I’ll find Liv and deal with that. You catch this thing?” Brook wasn’t the supernatural of the pairing so he figured tracking down Liv was how he was going to be most useful.

He started to leave before turning back to Liam for one last word, “And for god’s sake, you better heal before Liv catches sight of you, man.” With that he disappeared down the corridor, pausing only to yell irritably at Reagan wherever she was, “And you, for god’s sake, just go home!”

He followed where he through Liv’s scream had come from, and stumble across the science rooms, one of which had smashed out windows. He ran into the room without thinking much for his safety – he never did. “Where’s my favourite fairy god mother?”

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“Reags, I really think you should leave with me. Look I can explain it, but you’ve got to go with everyone else. Just fucking listen to me for once.” Brooks attempted to plead with her, which surprised her. Since when did she need protection? Yet something in his voice - an inflection in tone or just the fact that he’s standing out there trying to get her to leave made her feel like he was hiding something. Of course he was, though. Everyone she ever knew was hiding something from her - treating her like some little girl that needed protection from a world she didn’t understand. It took her dad dying for anyone to offer her a sliver of truth. Now that she had it, there was always that one person that didn’t want her to. Brook didn’t want her to. He never did.

Then there was a scream, and she pressed her palms against her ears. A wince crinkled her features; the discordant noise threatening to bust her poor eardrums. What the fuck was that?!

“Uh, never mind Reagan, don’t come out! Liam’s here. He’s um-“ He’s um - what?! When she tried to open the door to go take care of supernatural business, she found a hard time getting past Brook’s resistance. He was a lacrosse player, after all, and so there was no denying his fitness level. “Naked?” She started to bang on the door. And she banged. And she banged. It became an angry banging that alternated from both fists colliding with the door to sometimes her palms slapping against it. "Let me out, Brook! Let me out before I fucking - ugh!"

No threat followed. Brook was trying really hard to formulate one obnoxious lie after the other, but he was horrifically bad at it. “Yeah naked. Like, super naked. You don’t want to see this. I think it was, like, a prank” Liam wandering down the hallways naked as a prank? Who did Brook think she was?! She continued to bang on the door some more until there was finally nothing. Nothing but the commotion in the hallways, but it sounded like Brook had left. It was so sudden that she actually thought that something must have snatched him up.

”Brook?” She pressed the side of her face and a palm against the bathroom door, listening to anything. ”Are you still there?” So she did the only thing she could do, she placed her hands on the door handle and cautiously opened it. After she poked her head out quietly, she saw him. She didn’t hear him because she didn’t have supernatural ears, but she saw him. Not only him but someone else. She squinted her eyes. No, that was something else. Luckily for Brooks, Reagan couldn't be sure.

She rifled through her clutch, stuffing a taser in the only place she knew she could - between her boobs, and pulled out a ring dagger. There wasn't much that she could carry, and something told her that she wasn't going to have an easy time getting to her car to retrieve her bow. Not to mention that there was a gaggle of students out there doing god knows what. Oh, and teachers. Oh, and probably the sheriff and the fire department. If they weren't there already, they would be soon.

With dagger in hand, Reagan slowly began to inch her way into the hallway. She shot 'Liam' a glance, but she wasn't stupid. If Brooks was speaking to him, then maybe it meant that there was a reason for it. A perfectly innocent reason that he was going to explain to her later because she thought she deserved to know. She would have approached the half man half beast to take a closer look, and perhaps there was even a moment when Liam was looking at her, and she looking at him. It was a quiet moment where her heartbeat was quick, but not a fearful quick - it was something else entirely. Maybe some part of her knew the truth - sought some familiarity, and now he knew that something really wasn't right with Venandi.

She looked up, however, caught by the pitter-patter of something above them in the air vents. This confrontation would have to wait another day because there was clearly something else in the school with them. She had long since taken off her heels in the bathroom, leaving her bare feet to the mercy of bare floors that were not always the cleanest. But damn, it was hard to run in a pair of pumps. She turned away from 'Liam' and began to seek out the other beast, trying to track Amanda Kyle down.

That path led her to both the Chimera and Riley. Riley looked like she was ready to pounce on her (she'd kill herself later for that punny thought once she finds out that Riley is a werecoyote). She stopped short of the pair, her eyes locked with the Chimera. It's eyes were abyssmal in nature - very much like looking into a dark well with no hope of there being a bottom. However, she soon found herself also looking over at the blond, uncertain as to what brought her here. Why didn't she leave with the rest of the students? Oh, but then she took a cautious step forward to get a better look of the shapeshifted face.

"Riley?" she inquired calmly and confused. It was the blond locks, the familiar attire. It felt like her gut dropped to her feet. She suspected there might be supernaturals at school, but she didn't think they were so close to her all this time.

She couldn't focus on that now. The Chimera's throat rumbled with a threatening growl. Amanda flexed those deadly clawed fingers, and then ran. She first went to the side, only to kick off of the wall and propel herself at none other than its biggest threat - Riley. Her feet and arms were outstretched, aimed to take the Werecoyote down and pin her to the floor for a good slashing.

It looked like Reagan would be working with Riley tonight. The Hunter took off, hoping to aid the girl beast thing in some way. She tried to jump on the Chimera's back, but Amanda was bloody and it was hard to get a solid grip. Even then, Reagan as only human. Before she could even wrap an arm around her or raise the blade to attack, Amanda reached behind her, grabbed Reagan by the arm, and flung her into a nearby wall. To Riley's advantage, the Chimera was no longer focused on slashing her. For now. Amanda was still on top of the Werecoyote, but the attention was elsewhere.

As Reagan's body flew, the taser became dislodged from her cleavage (whatever of it there was), and smacked the floor next to Riley.

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For a few silent, and terrifyingly eery moments, Riley was locked in a staredown with whatever, or more so whoever was in the vents above. Neither one broke their thousand mild glare as they seemed to be looking into each other's soul, and then some. The creature in the vent had slowly made its way down, stepping softly onto the cold floor beneath it, eyeing Riley up. Which gave her the proper amount of time to get a look over for who she was looking at. The familiar hair, the height, the face, albeit it had changed, but the scent remained the same. It was a girl she has seen in a few classes, she remembered her name and face, that was about it. Amanda Kyle, her brain told her. Was supposedly going to be someone's date, but didn't show up. Now she knew why she already took a bite out of one of their classmates. A small growl erupted passed the Werecoyote's throat, trying to seem more intimidating than she really was, to be honest, she was absolutely terrified and would have wished to have been able to leave and forget this ever happened. Or even better yet, this could all have been a dream. One since twisted dream her nightmare wracked brain concocted up. But she knew all too well this was real and happening before her very eyes, especially when she heard soft footsteps stop behind her, an all too familiar scent. Reagen Venandi, Great, she thought to herself. First having to fight, whatever Amanda was now wasn't already bad enough, now a human had seen here. This wasn't going to end well.

Riley kept her face looking towards the creature across from her, never giving it the time to attack without her noticing as she spoke with a soft and low voice, "Reagan. I swear this is not what it looks like. I'm not your enemy, that is-" she said as she nodded towards Amanada, "You don't have to believe me, but trust me, I wasn't here to hurt anyone, not until-" without any warning, Amanda lunged forwards towards Riley, slamming her into the hard surface below. Suddenly the Chimera had her pinned, slowly lowering its head as it looked at Riley, giving her a low and predatory growl, finally going for a few slashes with her clawed hands. Riley was only able to growl back and push with all of her strength as she was clawed at, merely light cuts were all that Amanda had gotten out of her slash fury as Riley extended her arms, pushing her as far away as she could. "Fuck off, Amanda" she growled as she struggled with the Chimera, trying to pry her off of her. While she was struggling, she hadn't realized that Reagan had decided to go in for an attack of her own, but it only managed to help distract the Chimera for a moment as the human was swatted away like a paper ball, and into the lockers against the wall.

A low and angry growl escaped her lips as she witnessed what had happened. Reagan, help? It didn't make much sense, but seeing as how Riley hadn't attacked the human, she didn't pose herself as a threat to the human, at least not tonight. With the Chimera distracted, Riley thought of what to do, seeing something beside her she grabbed it, realizing what it was. A small, sly grin formed on her face as she held it, slowly moving her finger onto the trigger, "Fuck you, bitch." she snapped, with inhuman speed she took the taser and slammed it into the beast's side, allowing the electricity to flow through the Chimera for a few moments as the beasts reeled back in pain, falling off of Riley and onto the floor beside her. Riley panted heavily as she rose to her feet, tossing the taser back to the Hunter, never taking her eyes off of Amanda who laid on the floor, twitching and convulsing due to the unexpecting attack. For a brief moment she looked off to the side to see Reagan slowly regaining her composure due to being slammed against the wall like she had, for a brief moment her anger vanished, her eyes going back to their normal green, "Venandi, you need to get out of here. It isn't safe. I promise I will explain everything, just not now." she said, looking back at the Chimera, who twitched some more, then stopped moving all together. Riley looked back to Reagan, her features slowly turning back to their normal appearance as she regained her composure, "I'm not your enemy, Reagan. I-I would have told you about this some other time, when it was more appropriate. But I'm not here to hurt you, or anyone else." she said softly, looking back at Amanda..."Wait...Where'd she go?" she muttered, seeing the spot where Amanda was prior, was now empty, except for a small puddle of blood, leading off until it stopped.

"This...Isn't good. We need to get out of here, now. She's someone else's problem now, the others. They can handle it better than we can." she said insistently. Riley looked at Reagan for a moment, then down the hallway into the gymnasium, the only light was a flickering and strobing light that gave the room an eery tone if the fact there wasn't a predator in this school making things bad enough.

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Reagan rubbed the back of her head and slowly rolled onto her stomach so that she could drag herself back up onto her feet. When she stood, there was a sort of stumble not too uncommon for people recovering from some sort of bodily trauma. Riley was talking, but her ears rung and she only got bits and pieces. It even took her a few seconds to notice that she was in the school, and that there was a rabid beast running amok. Speaking of the Chimera...

Amanda vanished, and this left just the hunter and the Werecoyote. There was a lot of confusion, and Reagan just stared at her. It wasn't a look of horror as much as it was... surprise. An unwanted surprise. Perhaps it was even shock - the sudden realization that the monsters she was taught to kill are so impossibly close to her. They weren't evil, they were kids. Kids like her, and there was nothing in this world that could have prepared her to face this hard truth. In her world of monsters and hunters, there were the good guys and then the bad. That was how her mother taught her, and it was all she knew.

Her eyes blinked slowly, and her breathing began to calm itself down. The question was what in the hell was she supposed to do with this information? Who was Brook talking to, and how much did he know about the students of Beaumont High? There was a wave of anger creeping in from the toes of her feet that crawled up to her head, and she just shook it at Riley.

She held out a hand and calmly took back her taser, "We can't talk about this right now, Riley. I - I need to find Brook. I need to... I just -" She didn't realize that she was stepping backward, trying to get away from this confusion. This grey area was unfamiliar to her, and it seemed like everything she was taught to think about these animals crashed around her. "I need to find Brook. Peter... Did Peter leave school? Thomas? Make sure Peter and the others left, okay? Just... I can't explain it, but if there are any more students like you - they have to leave. My mother, the Sherrif - they will be here soon. You all have to leave." She just didn't know.

Eventually, she was out the door and she turned swiftly to run through the hallway. By this time, whoever Brook was speaking to was likely to be gone, and it was probably a good thing. As she slowly meandered through the various school corridors, she kept her steps slow and cautious and her eyes peeled. The crimson flashing was a grim touch to the whole situation, only adding to the horror story appeal that the students were now in.

She had her small taser in a white-knuckled grip, prepared to use it at any moment. "Brook?" she inquired as she dipped her head into this room and that room, finding each one more eerily vacant than the last. The hairs at the back of her neck bristled as though her gut tried to ward her away from certain places. Just because one was a hunter did not mean they were absent of fear, only that there was this new obligation to protect others. She had to push through it. Her mother reminded her always of their oath, as zealous as it was.

Then there was the science room, in which Brook and Olivia occupied. Was there something wrong with Liv, too? Reagan's bare feet begrudgingly found some glass on the floor - a small shard or two cutting through the skin. Wide-eyes were cast down to them then to the shattered windows where the nightly breeze was beginning to blow from outside in. "Brook... Liv? What the fuck? We need to get out of here. I saw the thing - and it was - it was..." she couldn't quite get that one out, either, and she's supposed to be the stupid brave one.

She'd love to smack the shit out of Brook right now, but it wasn't the right time. She decided that she'd simply wait for them both to realize that she was here, and maybe they'd leave the school together. She wasn't too worried about Riley since most supernatural beasts could take care of themselves better than humans. Truth be told, she wasn't ready to see her again. Not right now. A group would be better than just one person on their own, and while Reagan only had this silly taser, it seemed to have worked on Amanda. Not that she witnessed it herself, but she had confidence in her purse-friendly weapon. If anything, it was the only thing the three of them would have for defense as far as she was concerned.

Unless there was something else that everyone was hiding.

"I just have this taser, and it looks like Riley used it. Whatever that thing is, we can't wait around for it to circle back. R-R-Riley is still here, and I asked her to make sure others weren't still stuck here. I didn't stick around to make sure that she would..." They needed to leave before they had to do a whole lot of explaining to the police. Worse, before she noticed that others she knew were not exactly human, either.

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Character Portrait: Riley Montgomery Character Portrait: Reagan Venandi Character Portrait: Hiroto Naozaki Character Portrait: Thomas Jackson Character Portrait: Peter Simmons

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RILEY MONTGOMERY
-Werecoyote- | Outfit | Hex: #800000
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Riley looked in on silent confusion as she helped Reagan to her feet, watching as the human stumbled and rambled on about having to leave and go find the others. And that if there were any others like her they'd need to leave. That her mother who was the sheriff was coming. A small pit began to form in her stomach at that notion, she remembered hearing whispers and rumors about Reagan's family, and that their last name was more than a name. It was as much of a sign as it was a title. If the rumors of Reagan and the rest of her family were true, and that they really were true, she and the others did need to get out of here, and they'd need to get out of here quickly. Riley was snapped out of her thoughts as she saw Reagan disappearing out of the hallway, saying something about having to go look for Brook and to make sure they were okay. "Ugh, fucking humans.." she found herself muttering under her breath as she shook her head, giving chase after Reagan for a few moments until she stopped, Amanda didn't go down this way, meaning she was somewhere else as she picked up a scent. One of death and decay, Amanda.. she thought to herself as she gave chase to the smell, slowly stalking down the hallways as her eyes shifted back to the golden color of the beast that usually lied dormant within her. Following the scent as she crept around the corners of the endless corridors until she heard a male shriek in horror and the sound of metal. She smirked and followed where the voice was coming from, stopping before she turned the corner as her eyes turned back to their human green, and finally turned around the corner to see none other than Peter, Hiro, and Tommy, who was now back in his human form, as well as Amanda who was lying on the floor but clearly conscious.

Riley's eyebrow quirked for a moment, but now wasn't the time to ask questions, she'd be able to ask plenty at a later date. She turned to Peter who was pushed back against the lockers, clearly, the one who had yelled in terror, at who he guessed was Amanda's current form. A small chuckle hid deep in her chest as she shook her head and offered a hand to Peter, looking back at Tommy and Hiro, "You two look like you've seen a ghost." she chuckled, trying to change the subject for a brief moment. "As for you, Peter, right? We can explain everything, just not now-" she said as she turned to face Tommy and Hiro, "We need to get out of here, asap. The sheriff will be here soon and, uh we just need to get out of here before they suspect us of anything." she said with slight panic and uncertainty in her voice, trying to remain as composed as she could be, "I don't know what we're gonna do with her, but honestly...I'd say leave it to the sheriff...She's...Too far gone for help at this point." she said softly, gathering from the look on Peter's face, she was supposedly his date for the night, who well, clearly took a bite out of someone else.

"Anyway, you three need to leave, now. I'm getting the fuck out of here before shit hits the fan, again." she said as she gave the three guys one last look, and turned back and left. Her footsteps echoed throughout the otherwise silent hallways, until she ran into the main door, slamming against it as it opened. The heavy falling rain greeted her as she looked around the practically empty parking lot, few cars scattered across the lot. It was an eery sight that dropped a pit into her stomach. Almost an hour ago it was a fun evening, and now...Now they'd all have explaining to do to each other, something Riley didn't plan on ever doing. "Nice knowing you Beaumont..." she muttered to herself as she walked to her bike and started the engine, it rumbled to life as she got on and put her helmet on, the rain having soaked through to her very bone causing a shiver to go down her spine. With a heavy sigh, she left the campus and headed for home, taking the backways instead of the main road as a way of avoiding the police, who she knew would be arriving at the school any moment now as she heard sirens blaring in the distance.

Finally, she made it home, stepping into the front door with a sigh as she tossed her helmet to the side, "You're back rather early?" she heard her sister call from the other room as she walked in, coffee in her hands. "I don't want to talk about it right now, Ell." she said with a monotone voice as she shuffled into her room. Her sister walked behind her with an inquisitive look, "You sure? You seem rather upset...Did something happen?" she questioned, the clear worry was evident in her voice. "it doesn't matter. I...I just want to change clothes and go to bed, forget this night ever even happened." she said rather coldly as she closed the door and immediately undressed from the soaked clothing, tossing them into the bathroom as she got into a t-shirt and shorts and slipped into her bed. Lying her head in the pillow as she pulled up her blankets, trying to act like this was all just one big nightmare and that she's wake up and start all over again. "Why can't anything ever just be...easy?" she mumbled to herself as she found herself slowly drifting off to sleep, as her eyes grew heavy..