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[Rosura]

Clarissa’s father just looked up at the boy with blank eyes before he completely passed out.

Clary couldn’t help but giggle as she ran, the image of the boy’s surprised expression remaining in her mind for her own amusement. Once she made it into town, she kept the the alley ways so that she wouldn’t have to deal with all the dirty and appalled looks she would get if anyone saw her. ~I’ve got to find some clothes. Once I’m changed, I could figure out a way to get out of this miserable place.~ she thought, already having everything planned out before she skidded to a stop just before she turned around a corner, having heard the voices of a few boys ahead.

 

[PseudoLives]

"Did you hear that?" one of the young men asked, a slight foreign lilt to his voice. It sounded almost like a softer version of a Scottish accent. "I think someone was running this way, but they stopped." There were the sounds of a few grunted replies, but then it sounded like one of the men were stepping towards the corner.

 

[Rosura]

Myra scrambled to her feet and stared at him, shocked that he would even think of that. “I-I would never do that!” She shrieked, her cheeks flushing profusely. “A-and even if I was, I’d be much more stealthier about it!” She tried, covering her eyes as she shook her head. She couldn’t even think about doing such a thing without flustering herself. (Oooo I feel a different personality change coming on XD)

“And you,” She said, reaching up to squeeze his cheeks. “Are adorable.” She said with a grin before pushing him forward towards the door. “Onward!” She comanded, trying to look terrifying and sexy at the same time as she showed off her fangs.

 

[Rosura]

“Oh bloody hell!” Clarissa hissed under her breath, looking around frantically for somewhere to hide. She gritted her teeth as she felt her bare foot step on something sharp, whatever it was piercing her skin. She slapped a hand to her mouth to keep herself from crying out in pain before she hobbled over to crouch behind a large trash bin that had been left out. She sat trembling on the ground, her other hand that wasn’t busying covering her mouth feeling her foot to see what exactly she had stepped on. A shard of a broken glass. Typical. She sighed in annoyance, wanting to pull it out, but not wanting to take the chance of the group hearing her.

 

[PseudoLives]

(Uh, I mean there can be if you want ) Zach laughed. "So you're stealthy when you're interested in someone? Good to know."

"Ow!" Valen yelped, letting himself be pushed. He barely opened the front door before he would slam into it, and that's when he was assaulted by many strong scents: cologne and perfume, food, alcohol, the oily smell of halloween makeup and the powdery smell of typical makeup, teenage hormones, the occasional whiff of BO, and somewhere he could smell that a girl was on her time of the month. He had to stifle a cough and barely managed to keep from covering his nose and mouth.

 

[PseudoLives]

The steps stopped for a moment. "Must be an idiot. They're bleeding now. Don't humans know that they are easier to track when they leave a stronger scent trail?" the same semi-Scottish voice said. Three young men appeared from behind the corner. In the flicker of streetlamps powered by oil lanterns, their eyes almost seemed to glow inhumanly, as well as their skin. The leader had fiery red hair and a cruelly amused smirk. His fangs curved over his bottom lip, glinting menacingly. "What do we have here?"

 

[Rosura]

Clarissa stood, trying her best to look as presentable as possible despite her practically being naked with what little she was wearing. She crossed her arms across her chest, her eyes dropping to the ground as she let the bit of bangs she had left fall in front of her eyes. “I don’t want any trouble.” She said, her voice a soft murmur as she tried to analyze all of her options of escaping if things started to go sour. She kept her bleeding foot from touching the ground, her back leaning against the cold brick wall that towered behind her. “Just let me pass by peacefully.” She tried, before quickly adding a sheepish “please”. Even though she was a part of the richest family in town, she had no sense of authority. And she wasn’t nearly as intimidating as her father. So there was no way she could make them fear and obey her even if she tried.

 

[PseudoLives]

"What makes you think we'll do that?" one of the two other vampires asked, proud and amused. "What if we want trouble?" the third one added.

The first one who spoke that wasn't the leader grinned, baring his sharpened canines. "What if we want to have some fun...?" His voice was low and sensual, almost like a rough whisper, as his eyes traveled over her clothing.

 

[Rosura]

“That’s not what I-“ Myra cut herself off as she just sighed in a flustered state of annoyance. “I just want to get out of here. I can’t handle crowds.”

Holly looked around, the smell getting to her as well, but not nearly as bad as it was to Valen since her sense of smell was nothing compared to his. “Wanna get some drinks? Maybe it’ll... Take the edge off.” She said with a shrug, desperately jusr wanting Valen to have a good time with her tonight.

 

[Rosura]

“I-I’ll scream.” She threatened, pressing her back against the wall as hard as she could as if she were trying to phase through it to get away from them. “Please.” She tried, her eyes full of fear as she glanced between them. “There are plenty of girls walking the streets just begging you to let them throw themselves at you. Please just let me pass.” She said, trying to make them get bored of her and be more interested in the whores that lurked around the allies. She was practically a sheep in den full of lions. Just helplessly waiting to get devoured as she had no way of defending herself.

 

[PseudoLives]

Zach felt that tingle run through his limbs. A moment later, Jason (his new personality) took Myra by the wrist and led her to a nearby bedroom. He closed the door and turned back to her, hands flat on the door behind his back.

"I've never drunk alcohol before," Valen said hesitantly, not sure if people would overhear and make fun of him.

 

[PseudoLives]

The one who'd spoken moved closer and put One hand on the wall, pretty much pinning Carissa in. He chuckled softly as his friend came and crouched next to Carissa's free side. He licked all the way up the side of her neck before their apparent leader called them off. They went back to their stance behind him, hungry gaze fixed on Carissa. "We'll let you go this time..." the Scot said. He paused. "But next time my friends and I might not be quite so able to control ourselves..." He wet his lips and laughed.

 

[Rosura]

“Me neither. But we’re close enough to 21. You definitely look like a college kid. So no one will even question it.” She said, taking him by the hand and leading him theohhh the crowd into the kitchen where there was a wide variety of drinks to choose from. “I hear this is really good.” She said, holding up a random bottle before getting two red solo cups and pouring each about half way full. “Cheers.” She said warily as she handed him his cup, her eyes staring nervously into her own.

Myra couldn’t help but squeak at the sudden contact, but she sighed in relief once they were in the quiet and secluded room. “Thanks.” She said, practically breathless as she sat down on the bed, her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands as she felt a headache coming on. “I think I’ll hang in here. You don’t have to stay with me. I’d feel bad if I kept you away from your own party.” She murmured, her eyes closing while she rubbed her temples.

 

[PseudoLives]

Valen sniffed it and wrinkled his nose, closing his eyes tightly. "Jesus that's strong!" He paused and stared at the liquid for a moment before taking a deep breath and then taking a sip. He coughed and barely managed to swallow. "Oh God..."

"It's Tori's party, not mine," Jason replied, walking over to Myra and sitting down beside her. He leaned close, to where if she lifted her head they would be an inch apart.

 

[Rosura]

Clarissa stared blankly at him, her free hand going to her neck and shuddering at the feeling of it still being wet with saliva. “There won’t be a next time. I can assure you of that.” She said before she slipped away from them, running off in the direction she had come from, needing to clean herself up and wash her foot before it had a chance to get infected. Her escape would just have to wait till another day. She ignored the pain that shot up her calf everytime she took a step and ran back home as fast as she could, her heart practically beating out of her chest.

 

[Rosura]

Holly wasn’t exactly excited to tasting her first alcoholic drink as she saw Valen’s disgusted reaction. But she sighed and tipped her head back, downing as much as she could before she practically choked and began coughing and sputtering. “That’s awful!” She wheezed, her throat burning as she looked up at Valen. “Who would drink this jusr for the hell of it? This stuff could be used as a form of torture.” She gasped, setting the cup down on the counter and quickly getting a bottle of water.

Myra did just exactly that and froze as she realized just how close Zach was. “W-we’ll you should uh... P-probably get back to it though... Before Tori... N-notices..” She stamered, her hair falling in front of her eyes as she was frozen in place, unable to move. She opened her mouth to say something else, but quickly closed it as her brain couldn’t form a proper sentence at the moment. “T-too close.” Was all she was able to utter as she realized just how small of a space was between them.

 

[PseudoLives]

(You can just make Clarissa get there cuz I don't have anything to deal with her for)

Valen laughed and decided to finish the cup of straight liquor. He was almost wheezing when he told Holly that she was supposed to mix a soft drink or a juice with the alcohol.

"You didn't say to get away..." Jason pointed out, and he smiled slyly. "I would gladly get closer." He wrapped his arms loosely around her waist and peered down at her, watching for her reaction.

 

[Rosura]

”You couldn’t have told me that before I took a big ass sip?!” She demanded, her voice hoarse before she chugged an entire bottle of water. She sighed after a moment, the burning relieved slightly. “What now? We’ve already gotten the drinking aspect of a party down. So what else are we supposed to do?” She asked, having not been to many parties. Especially not any like this.

Myra surprisingly was able to turn another shade of red as she stared into his eyes, her
own the size of saucers. “W-way to close.” She whispered, her minty breath tickling his nose at how close they were, their noses practically touching. She tried to pull away slightly, but with him holding onto her waist, she was only able to lean her face away from his about a fraction of a centimeter. “W-we shouldn’t do this.” She tried, now glancing between his eyes and his lips as the seconds ticked by. It’s not like she didn’t want to, but there were so many reasons that came to mind telling her why they shouldn’t continue any further. “I-I’m probably not any good anyway!” She joked, trying to make him less interested in her while lightening the mood at the same time.

 

[PseudoLives]

Valen was already smiling, obviously starting to lighten up. "I dunno... but everything's getting a lot more enjoyable already!"

"Only one way to find out..." Jason replied, and he kissed her. It was abrupt and soft, and then a second after he pulled away Zach came back into focus. "What...?" He jerked away and blushed. "Sorry..."

 

[Rosura]

Clarissa burst into the servants quarters, out of breath and clearly shaken up. “Margaret! Margaret help me clean this up!” She cried out, collapsing onto a rickety stool and holding her foot tightly, blood still sleeping from the gash, a few pieces of glass still lodged in her skin. Margaret was one of the servant girls that had lived with Clarissa throughout her childhood. They were around the same age, but Margaret was a few years older with a husband of her own already and a few months into a pregnancy, her baby bump showing slightly from under her tattered dress.

 

[Rosura]

“I swear if you’re getting off of just one drink I’m going to cut you off completely.” Holly threatened, taking his cup away from him so that he couldn’t get a refill. She flinched as some music began to play loudly, it booming from the large speakers that were placed in the living room. “Want to dance or something?” She called over the obnoxious song, it being the kind of thing that would be played at a rave.

Myra leaned away as soon as ‘sorry’ came out of Zach’s mouth and she practically fell off the bed, having to grab his arm to keep herself from doing so. “No no, it’s fine! I should’ve dodged it or something. Curse my slow reflexes.” She said, trying to make a joke as a nervous laugh escaped her lips before completely falling off the side of the bed, dragging Zach down with her. They both landed on the hard wood floor with a thunderous crash, but no one seemed to hear it over the music that was playing outside.

 

[PseudoLives]

Margaret had a rough, soft voice. She was sweet and kind, and het baby was bound to end up the same. "What'd you do, Clary?" she asked, exasperated. "You always like to get yourself in trouble."

 

[PseudoLives]

Valen whimpered like a disciplined puppy when she took the cup. "Whaaaa you wanted me to drink it and now you won't let me?? Crazy girl..." Then he leaned against a wall, propping his elbow on it and burying that hand in his hair. It was unintentionally sexy. "Ive never danced before."

Zach laughed as he hit on his shoulder and rolled onto his back, within a foot of Myra. "Was it that bad?" His voice was tentative, like he asked because he was a good guy, but he still hoped she wouldn't say it was terrible.

 

[Rosura]

“It’s not like I meant to do it!” She shot back, looking around for something she could use to pull the glass out. When she found nothing, she began picking it out herself, her hands shaking and her eyes narrow as she couldn’t bring herself to pull out the shards all the way, the pain stopping her everytime. “Please just help me before father sees.” She tried, her voice full of desperation as she could already see the look on her father’s face if he saw the state she was in.

 

[Rosura]

Holly caught herself staring at Valen for a split second before she forced herself to glance away, a light blush on her cheeks. “Neither have I, but it couldn’t hurt to try, right?” She asked, already having a small and almost unnoticeable buzz from her first drink of hard liquor. “We just have to flail around like fish. How hard could it be?” She added, laughing a bit before she held out her hand to Valen, ready to drag him into the sea of bodies that seemed to somehow be moving around to the beat of the music.

Myra stared up at the ceiling, refusing to look over at Zach. “It wasn’t bad at all.” She said, her fingers reaching up to trace across her lips. As quick as it had been, the feeling of his lips against hers was still there. “It was just.. a first for me. I didn’t think you actually wanted to do it. It was like... you weren’t in control of your actions and someone was just telling you to do it. Like it was forced. I know that sounds stupid but I just.. I don’t know how to put it.” She tried, not knowing exactly how to explain how she felt. But she just knew that it wasn’t terrible. Not in the slightest.