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The Fangs Behind the Mask

West Hills, Nebraska

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a part of The Fangs Behind the Mask, by gezzygezzy.

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gezzygezzy holds sovereignty over West Hills, Nebraska, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Pepita "pet" Harrington. [0] Don't call me Pepita..please, but if you want to.. But i would prefer..it doesn't matter
Nero Macer [0] "Just know; if I don't like the situation, I'm gonna start swinging."
Rose Andrews [0] I'm not ready to die, I like living.
Salem Huntington [0] I gotta get out of this town.
Dante Lauret [0] "Wanna play a game? come on! it'll be fun!"

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Rose
When the bell rung she was more than eager to get out of the class. She had been going to school here for about two weeks now and so far, she had no friends. Then again in order to make friends you would usually have to interact with people. The only interaction she bothered to make was when somebody brushed up against her in the hall and she told them to watch it. Apparently that was enough to tag her as a rebelious person. The way she dressed didn't exactly help her oppose to that title, since today she was wearing a black Evanescenes shirt, some ripped pants that looked like she took a can of bleach and threw it all over them, and and cropped army jacket with badges on it and a red scarf tied to her sleeve with combat boots to top it off.

She had been angry at her for taking away her phone so she would get into studying so she had dressed like this to freak her out. Plus she pulled it off so why not? The second she heard the bell she didn't even wait to be dismissed. She got up and gathered her things then walked out of the class, keeping an unemotional expression on her face until it was out of sight of everyone else who she could tell was looking at her. Then she let out a silent sigh and relaxed her shoulders once she got out of the building. A rush of wind blew her way and her hair blew to the side, messing it up completely. She fixed it as she continued walking and adjusted her Paramore handbag when she approached a pebble.

Stopping she picked it up and the dropped it again, kicking it the rest of her way home. There was pretty much nobody outside and there were alleys in between almost all the buildings. She hated it here, why did they even have to move? Just because somebody gets a divorce doesn't mean you have to move halfway across the country from New York all the way to Nebraska. It was just so...aggravating. She accidentally kicked the pebble to hard on that thought and it went flying into an alley.
"Of course it went into an alley. They make up more than half of this stupid town," She muttered to herself as she walked into the pitch black abyss of a brick alleyway to find the pebble, her first piece of entertainment in this town other than her music, and that doesn't really count because she listens to music to forget about things like this town.

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Nero
Nero was sitting against a tree outside the school after everyone had gone, that is, except for the students particitpating in extra-curricular activities or after school sports. He looked down at his cell phone, Nero wasn't looking for messages, but what he was looking for, was the time. "4:23," Nero said, "I've still got a little while until it gets dark."

Nero stood up and brushed off his slim fit Lee jeans. He began to walk away from the school when he smelled something that made him shiver with excitement. Blood. He looked over at the athletic field and thought, A football accident? Nero could smell more of it now and began to run toward the field. With his enhanced senses, he could see that one of the football players had blood running out of his nose. "It's broken." Nero said to himself. "That must suck; being so frail and weak."

Nero felt a wave flash over him, a wave of temptation. Nero pressed his hand into his face, trying to suppress the urge to feed, a futile attempt. His fangs began to slowly draw out. Nero grasped his chest as pain began to surge throughout his body. "I haven't fed in a week, and I'm already feeling such intense pain?" Nero said out loud and gasped for air as another surge of pain rushed through his body. Sweat dripped off his forehead as the pain subsided. "This pain... it will only get worse when night falls. I have to feed soon."

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Dante sighed as the bell rang, her hands picking her belongings up, but her mind wandering. Today had been so boooring. Nothing interesting had happened, and she felt the sudden urge to kick up some dust. Make the little ants of this town scurry and panic. Thoughts of bringing some of their worst night mares to life danced in her head...then again, she COULD be their worst night mare...and their greatest fantasy...come to life, if she so chose. She ran her fingers through her hair as she made her way outside. Immediately she picked up on the blood molecules in the air and her fangs jumped out. 10 years still wasn't enough time to get her thirst under control. Her hands gripped at her back pack as she forced herself to turn the other direction slowly. She caught a whiff of Nero and almost turned back around but knew she had little to no control over herself at the moment. She bit her lip and grimaced at the blinding pain in her chest that told her she hadn't taken enough blood the night before to sustain her for two days, her max limit. Her mind sharpened with the pain and need for blood but she made herself take several steps away, holding her breath while she was at it. She turned towards her car and climbed in the drivers seat before letting her breath out and taking a deep calming breath of stale car air that tasted like perfume--at least it calmed the pain. She let a tight smile slip onto her face and she forced her muscles to relax as she started the car. Night would fall soon enough, then she could hunt.

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Pet sat in the shade with the footballers near, she hated being away from big groups.  She was safer In a group.  With all these murders going on pet was scared and shaky. 

Her pencil moved gracefully over the white page drawing a small flower blooming near her. Small and defenseless Like her, Pet looked at her drawing in approval.  

Pet knew it was time she left she wouldn't want to go out after the sun went down. She got up slowly hearing her joints crack and pop. Walking slowly she crossed the oval seeing familiar faces. Her house was far away and she walked quickly to find it. 

Pets mind wandered causing her anguish, she lost track of direction and suddenly found herself in thick shrubbery. She turned around quickly trying to get a sense of direction. She whimpered As she realized how lost she was.  The leaves crunched under her small feet and she jumped as a animal rustled the bushes.

"hello? Is anyone out there?"

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Salem shut his book and slid out of his desk when the bell rang for the end of the day. 'thank god' he was ready to shoot himself in the foot this class was so dull. He shouldered his book bag, put his right hand in his pocket and walked out of the room. In the hallway were all the students piling up at the door to escape into their after school lives. He didn't know why, the only thing to do in this town was get hit by a car, or get eaten by crows. This was honestly the most boring place on the planet... except maybe africa, but at least the africans had stuff to worry about. Salem's life consisted of waking up, going to school, coming home, and going to sleep. What fun.

He walked to his car, a cobalt blue 2001 Jeep Wrangler, and slipped his key in the door. He opened it, threw his bookbag into the passenger side seat and stepped in. He started the Jeep and grabbed the shifter. He shifted into first and left his parking space in the dust. He turned on his I Pod through the stereo and put his windows down. He wasn't heading home. He was heading to a spot in the woods. It was a clearing he liked to hang out in. It was quiet, and people weren't around to bug him. He wasn't bitter, it was just that this town was miserable.

Once he arrived in his clearing he stopped the car, got out and shut the door. He proceeded to take the top down, the windows and doors off, and the windshield down. He stepped back inside and turned on his I Pod again. He sat with his seat leaned all the way back, with his hands behind his head, singing to the radio. This was his 'happy place'

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August sat in the lounge chair positioned in front of the window that covered the far wall of his bedroom. He had been there all day, his leg hanging over the side, his hand under his chin. A wine glass was propped between his legs, the contents already gone. He sat in his boxers, his chest bare and his hair a sleepy mess. August would sit here for days at times – weeks even. He would stay in that chair, silent and still as death, until it was time to restock his ‘pantry’.
A knock sounded at the door but August remained still, his eyes staring out at the buildings. A young man let himself in, gave August one glance before moving over to the bed and pulling at the sheets. “You’ve been like this for days, sir. I imagine it’s nearly time for you to restock.” The boy said, keeping his eyes on his work.
August remained silent for a few seconds before answering. “I have been watching the birds the past few days, Eden, and I find them most enchanting.” The boy sighed and began fixing the pillows. “The birds, sir?” August turned to look at him, keeping his straight face. “I’ve seen three of them die, just like that, within two days. Three of them. It seems that they might be a better choice than humans. Humans take so long to die. And they think.” Grimacing, the butler crossed his arms and looked at August. “You seem to forget that I’m human, sir.”
August gave a devilish smile and pushed himself out of the chair, holding the empty wine glass in one hand. “My dear boy, I never forget such a thing. Now tell me, what are my plans for tonight? I feel like dancing.” He crossed the room to his closet and pulled out a white button down shirt and dark pants, tossing them on the bed.
“You have none, sir.” The boy replied, his arms falling at his sides. August quickly tugged on his pants and shirt, leaving the buttons undone. “Do I? Marvelous.” He said and clapped his hands, his eyes roaming over the dead girl sprawled across his bed. “I trust you will have gotten rid of her by the time I come home tonight, Eden? I plan to have another little snack tonight.” The butler sighed and nodded. “Yes, sir. I’ll dispose of her.”
“Marvelous.” August said again and walked to the door.
“Oh, and sir?” August turned to look at his butler once more. “My name is Evan.” He said.
August gave another devilish smile picked up his coat from the hanger next to the door. “Is it now?” He asked, but left the room before Evan could answer.
As he walked down the hall he buttoned his shirt, tucked them into his pants, and fixed his collar. Tonight he would eat again. Maybe a blond this time. Or a foreigner – they were easy enough to find, and easier to catch.
Whoever it was would be dead by morning. August smiled to himself as he left out the front door.