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Post by Nora O'Reilly on Jun 14, 2009 19:39:30 GMT -4
The front door of the large Mediterranean styled house swung open. Pounding music spilled out onto the steps and Nora froze for a second. The flashing lights and drunken banter stunned her for a moment and she couldn't think.
"Come on, Nor, it's not that scary. I'm sure he's here somewhere."
Nora smiled slightly at Janaya, who took her wrist and tugged her inside into the loud, smokey mass. Instantly people were brushing against her, but she set her jaw and followed Janaya boldly, weaving through the crowds and the maze of rooms, looking for her man. A head of sun-bleached blonde hair ahead of her caused her heart to skip a beat and she stepped out from behind Janaya, walking forwards with confidence she didn't know she had. The blonde guy turned around, his eyes resting on hers and she smiled, biting her lip a little with nervousness. A tall blonde girl appeared next to Nora and the blonde guy grinned. "Nicole!" he exclaimed, holding out his arms for a hug. The blonde girl rested herself in his arms and Nora swerved to the left, grabbing a paper cup out of a party-goers hand. She took a large sip as a small pain shot through her chest. Eurgh. Tequila. How could she be so stupid to think that he actually liked her? She took another swig of the drink, finishing it off. She screwed up the paper cup and chucked it away, taking another party-goers drink to a small protest of 'hey!'. This time was a better hit. Vodka. A preferable drink to tequila. She downed the drink in one gulp and found it suddenly harder to focus on anything. Trying to keep her head on, she headed back towards the front door, to see if she could find Janaya. As she entered the small entrance hall that was still packed with people, she saw Janaya leaning against a doorframe, talking to a couple of her friends. Nora opened her mouth to call out to Janaya, but was cut off by the door opening and two teenaged boys walked in. Both black haired and handsome, Nora was slightly stunned for a second. Then their eyes turned black and her breath caught in her throat. "Demons," she whispered, glancing over to Janaya, who stared at the two guys with a tightened jaw. "Shit."
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Jun 14, 2009 23:04:43 GMT -4
Nora had disappeared somewhere, chugging back alcohol as she went and Janaya sighed, weaving through the crowd to find someone else to talk to. She ran into a couple of friends who handed her a drink of... she sipped it... vodka and she leaned back against the door frame as they regaled her with tales of last weekends exploits.
Not that she particularly cared how drunk they had gotten and what mischief they had gotten into while under the influence, but she had nothing better to do so she pretended to listen.
The front door opened and two boys entered the house. She had never seen them before and she was pretty sure she knew everyone from their school. They were good looking though... if you liked that sort of thing. When their eyes flashed black Janaya had to try not to drop her drink. The only thing she knew did that were Demons. But they weren't supposed to be real.
"Holy fuck," she whispered, getting a strange look from the girls she was talking to. She caught Nora's eye and forced a smile to her friends. "Excuse me a second." Walking as calmly as she could over to Nora, she gripped her arm and pulled her into a quiet corner of the room.
"Tell me I'm hallucinating," she said hopefully.
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Post by Nora O'Reilly on Jun 16, 2009 5:36:07 GMT -4
Nora edged through the crowd to where Janaya was, her eyes never leaving the faces of the men who milled by the doorway. "Dude," Nora whispered to Janaya, glancing around at the crowd who continued talking, unaware there was even anyone new in the room. "Is it just me, or do those guys have the most insane contact lenses you've ever seen?" Janaya shook her head slowly. "I can't say I've ever seen contact lenses that could so that." Nora looked incredulously at the paper cup in her hand and scowled. "You!" "Uhh... Nor, I don't think it's your drink."
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Post by Ranec Thorne on Jun 16, 2009 23:42:19 GMT -4
Ranec entered the house, Mika right behind him, and looked around him. A house full of drunk teenagers. It had potential, with a little less music and a little more screaming, this could turn into his kind of party. His eyes flashed black at the ideas running through his head, a small smile on his face.
Almost none of the party goers had noticed his or Mika's presence, which he was satisfied with until he came up with a plan. That was until he'd noticed two girls in the corner, glancing at him and whispering. One of them, the red head, she seemed to be drunk, and unsure of her surroundings. The other one, however, the one dressed as a pirate, could be a problem. Her whispering didn't seem gossipy, it seemed serious, and the glances she sent his way were a cross between disbelief and fear.
"Well now," he muttered. If someone knew what they were then they might put up a fight. "This could be interesting."
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Post by Mika Vandervere on Jul 14, 2009 6:53:10 GMT -4
Blending in with the milling crowd, Mika slipped inbetween people, going by unnoticed as he left Ranec's side. A blonde girl leaning against a door frame to his right caught his eye and she smiled seductively, inviting him over. A chuckle escaped his lips and he ignored her. Disgusting humans, he thought. Getting intoxicated and gyrating against eachother was so typical of such a inferior race. Mika found himself in an almost empty kitchen, the only occupant a short brunette girl, filling a glass of water in the sink. Her pale green dress seemed somewhat modest compared to what the rest of the girls at this party were wearing and he let himself smile. A sweet young girl, it seemed. He stepped close behind her, breathing in her sugary scent and hearing her breath quicken. She froze, her muscles visibly tightening and he laughed. "Don't be afraid," he whispered. "Death is only for a split second." With that he slipped a knife out of the band of his jeans and drew it across her throat in a swift, fluid movement. Crimson blood splattered the windows in front of them and she let out a strangled gasp, before falling face first into the sink, her eyes open but devoid of life. Her quick death was the only mercy he was going to show tonight.
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Post by Nora O'Reilly on Jul 14, 2009 21:46:01 GMT -4
Glancing back at the doorway, Nora noticed that one of the guys had disappeared. He wasn't anywhere in sight and her heart began to pound in her chest. "Jay, I think we better go," she said, chewing her lip nervously. She headed away from Janaya through the crowd, but called back, "I'll go find Val, I think she's in the kitchen. Meet you outside in five minutes!" Nora quickened her pace and tried frantically to remember where exactly the kitchen was. The room spun slightly, making it hard for her to keep her balance. Trust her luck to be possibly attacked by demons when she's drunk. She finally found the kitchen, and slipped inside, the pounding music seeming suddenly faint and far away. Val was there, slumped over the sink and Nora froze. A shape moved next to her and she screamed, grabbing the nearest item (a glass salt shaker from the table) and threw it at her attacker, who yelled in pain as the glass shattered upon impact. The demon towered over her and she took a couple of quick steps back, but lost her balance. She watched his slightly surprised expression rush away from her, and with a crack and a sharp pain to the back of her head, everything went black.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Jul 14, 2009 21:56:49 GMT -4
"Nora," Janaya protested firmly as her friend slipped away from her and disappeared among the crowd. Now was a really, really stupid time to separate. Especially considering Nora was so drunk she could barely walk. She heard Nora's voice calling back to her, mentioning something about the kitchen and, with a quick glance in the direction of the leather clad demon, followed after her.
Nora's loud scream caused her to sprint the last meter or two into the kitchen, where she found Val slumped over the kitchen sink, her green dressed now stained red, Nora unconscious on the ground, and the other, younger looking demon guy standing over her.
"Oh come on!" she muttered to herself, slowly backing moving to back out of the room, hoping the demon was too busy to notice her. Why did demons have to attack now... or at all for that matter. Couldn't they have stayed in her imagination?
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Post by Ranec Thorne on Jul 15, 2009 2:04:23 GMT -4
Ranec stepped into the kitchen behind the pirate girl. He glanced at Mika, who was standing over the body of the redhead, looking somewhat surprised by the whole situation. The pirate stepped backwards and Ranec took this chance to grab her by the throat and push her against the nearest wall.
"Demons?" she gasped, clutching at his hand.
He frowned, tilting his head slighty to the side. "How did you..."
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Jul 15, 2009 2:24:33 GMT -4
Janaya stared firmly at the leather clad demon, who looked just as surprised as she did at this chance meeting. The corners of her vision started to go black and she gasped desperately for air, clawing at his hand. He let her go and she leant against the wall, breathing deeply and massaged her bruised throat. "What the FUCK?" she asked incredulously. "You aren't real!"
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Post by Mika Vandervere on Jul 15, 2009 2:33:17 GMT -4
Mika gazed at the unconscious redhead, who lay on the tiles almost peacefully, albeit surrounded by broken glass, salt and a small pool of spilt drink from the plastic cup that lay just out of reach of her slender fingers. He glanced away and back at the pirate, who was gasping and rubbing her throat. "What the FUCK... You aren't real!" A smirk slid over his lips and he almost laughed. "Looks like your worst nightmare just came true."
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Post by Nora O'Reilly on Jul 15, 2009 2:41:32 GMT -4
A sharp pain stabbed her eyes and the back of her head and Nora's eyebrows knotted together. Why did she hurt so much? Was it morning already? Where was Val...? Her brain clicked into overdrive and she opened her eyes slightly, the demon had turned away from her and was facing the other demon, who was looking at Janaya. The demon standing over her said something and in a sudden burst of anger and adrenalin she leapt to her feet and ran full speed at him. They collided and he stumbled, both of them skidding across the floor. She jumped on top of him and noted a look of shock before she slammed her fist into his cheek. Pain shot through her hand and arm but she ignored it, hitting him again in the nose, blood spurting down his face. She swung her arm back to hit him again, but someone grabbed it and pulled her off him and towards the door.
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Post by Janaya LaMorte on Jul 15, 2009 3:09:46 GMT -4
In a flash of black and orange, Nora was on top of the demon closest to her and Janaya and the leather clad demon could only watch as she slammed her fist into her face. Janaya snapped into action and kicked the leather clad demon as hard as she could in the 'nads. As he hunched forwards in pain, grabbed his luscious locks, introduced his face to her knee, somewhat forcefully. She dove forwards and grabbed Nora's wrist before she could get too carried away and dragged her out the door and back into the party.
The street was silent apart from the sound of their feet hitting the pavement and Nora's asthmatic rasping breath. Janaya was racking her brain for somewhere to go. Wait, Live Oak Cemetery? She grinned. Her favourite bookstore owner was going to get a nice early morning surprise.
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Post by Ranec Thorne on Jul 15, 2009 4:35:03 GMT -4
Pain shot through Ranec's groin and made his stomach turn. "Fucking bitch," he growled through gritted teeth. He heaved himself to his feet, ignoring the pain and looking at Mika, who slowly got to his feet, spitting blood onto the floor and wiping it off his face.
"That girl's got an arm."
Ranec frowned. "We'll track them down later." His frown turned into an evil grin. "Let's get this party started."
Mika grinned. "That is why you are my favourite brother."
Ranec laughed. "I'm your only brother." He turned away and headed out the door, looking over the slightly bemused party-goers. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he announced, opening his arms. Everyone stared at him, some people whispering to eachother. "I'd like to introduce you to your death."
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