[color=FFFF00]B e l l e  D ' V o i r e[/color]
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Belle knew she was weird. She nearly died and was brought back to life by insect DNA combining with her own. It wasn't the usual story of early childhoods shared among students and she was aware that it caused curiosity in her peers.

But [i]real literal werewolves[/i] were something else altogether. 'Lunatic' Dance seemed almost grossly insensitive.

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She'd taken to the benches at the sides of the hall to settle in for the evening, cradling a single cup of punch - thankfully now-spiked by some unknown but reliable imp - watching Alex flirt with her evening's date, a wistful and somewhat jealous smile playing on her face as Belle zoned out into a quiet daydream. Nothing particularly fantastical, but enough to excite the imagination. A series of what-if's and could-be's. She leaned back against the wall and hummed along to the music quietly, enjoying the ambiance and the general tone of the room. People were having fun. It was the start of a new year, and there was so much potential laid down before her and her peers. And with the unforeseen addition of Jonas' new class, she was excited to see what sorts of twists and turns this semester would lead her down.

She was brought out of her thoughts by two very unusual sounds - a deep, long, unnatural howl, followed by the shrill screams of terror. The hall was chaos. Wolves - Beasts - she wasn't sure [i]what[/i] they were, but they flooded the hall in a great number, fierce and vicious and a mortal threat, snarling, drooling monsters like some horrific joke by a cruel higher power. The creatures wasted no time in their assault, herding petrified students into a shuddering, weeping cluster in the center of the hall. Belle, being on the outside of the room, managed to slink to the double doors at the end, but spotted Alex among the crowd as she did so. 

Now in the hallway - terror clouding her mind, preemptive grief overriding any other emotional response, and shock queuing up for a debilitating onset - Belle slunk down to the floor, quietly sobbing against the wall as the magnitude of what she'd just witnessed set in. Things she'd scoffed at in films, fears she didn't know she had, the realities of mortality at an age where she felt immortal; the weight of it all pressed upon her. She heard another howl and her weeping doubled, her mind conjuring vicious images of crimson slaughter - but it was the sounds of shouted words over the hysteria that gave her an anchor to cling to, and she seized it with an unknown ferocity, pulling herself back to the moment at hand. 

Picking herself up off the floor, wiping her tear-stained cheeks, she approached the doors she had fled through and carefully peeked through the glass windows to the scene inside. The wolves remained, but there was a pocket of resistance: Rita and Evander, back-to-back. Beneath them was the body - presumably corpse - of one of the creatures, head violently caved in on one side, and Belle couldn't help but notice the hands of her classmates - Rita's, clenched and dripping with blood, and Evander's turning to ice, frost spilling from his palms. She was trying to workout the meaning of it all hen she spotted Sebastian and Rita on the upper level of the gym, and Jonas darting outside. And then, to cap the confusion off, a figure - dressed like Aiden but disguised enough to be unsure - burst into the room and erupted in jets of fire at the closest beast, soon a charred, flickering corpse at his feet. 

With the wolves attention distracted from the students they had gathered, Belle seized the moment. Standing fully and opening the door, she called out to Alex and waved her and the others over as the beasts began to approach Evander, Rita and the possibly-Aiden covered figure en masse. Waving students through, they quickly burst past her and flooded down the hallway, seeking the quickest exit from the gym building and then off-campus. With any luck, they found it soon; she wasn't confident in her classmate's capabilities against the beasts invading them. No matter [i]what[/i] peculiarities they seemed to be sporting.