[color=cyan][h1][u][b]Kate[/b][/u][/h1]
[u]September 9th - 12:30am[/u]

Throughout the exchange, Kate had been silent.  She was trying to process it and not let her temper out.  It was hard, though; seeing her boyfriend distraught. He was Innocent, sweet, and kind; he always was a gentlemen and cared for others. He was one of the sweetest people. She had been drawn to his sweetness and he had eventually captivated her. Why did it have to be him?  She sighed in frustration and ran a hand through her tousled pixie. At least he had Xander and her to help him and wasn't on his own.  The thought struck agonizing pain throughout her. It was unbearable to imagine it.

When they mentioned drinking human blood, Kate had stiffened. It was a dark secret she kept between Xander, her, and of course, Lee's vampires. Still, though it pained her, she reminded herself she hadn't been herself. She had been starved for how long when they found her? Nonetheless, she argued with herself mentally that she should have been better. The other side, mainly Xander's faith, conflicted her by reminding her that it wasn't her fault. Her brother's faith was important to her. Thinking of him, she reached into her pocket inconspicuously and turned her location on for him to track. The memory distracted her from the conversation and when she turned, Zane was staring at her. She felt guilty for missing it.

If her heart beat, it would have stopped. The look in his eyes saddened her more than anything right now. He was so scared and traumatized. Kate pulled him to her side protectively. She carefully took a flask out of her pocket and slide it into his hand secretly. It was labeled "Pig's blood" on it.  It was better than forcing him to drink human blood. She pulled him into a tight hug and turned to glare at Micah.

"[b]You could try being sympathetic you bastard. You put him in this situation and maybe you're emotionless because you're a rich jackass, but this is new to him and he's scared as hell. Don't be a jerk to him and stop judging him. It's going to take him some time. Let him chose what blood he wants. Besides, I won't let him starve.[/b]" Kate glared at him and looked at the spaghetti. As delicious as it smelled, she didn't want to eat it in front of Zane. How would he judge her? "[b]For God sakes[/b]," she muttered to herself and pushed the bowl away from herself.

She stood up and gripped the table with white fists which were clenched from fury. "You shouldn't have taken this poor boy out of his birthday party of all days, even at all, and killed him. You need to quit acting like humans are indispensable toys for us.They're not and while we are considered predators, they still have family and friends and people who care and love them. If you had killed Zane permanently, you'd have upset various of people but I suppose you don't care about that, do you, [i]Rich Boy[/i]?"

She banged her fist on the table with aggravation. Part of her temper flaring now was how similar the mansion looked to Lee's castle.The flashbacks whirling through her mind was enough to drive her up a wall. She was trying so hard not to lash out and attack him. Kate knew they were outnumbered and she wanted nothing more than to leave. She wanted to take Zane back to her place and cuddle him all night and watch movies with him to cheer him up. 

"[b]I thank you for saving us, but I'm not thrilled with you at all and it's taking everything not to rip your goddamn throat out. How much longer do we have to stay in your mansion? Cause I'd like to leave and I'm sure he would too. Or, - the earliest, - if we can't leave, and if not, let us have some privacy in another room without one of you hundred vampire buddies nearby.[/b]"[/color]

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[color=violet][u][b][h1]Fiona[/h1][/b][/u]
[u]September 10th - 8:15 am[/u]

[i]You can do it this year kiddo, I love you. Try to make some friends, okay? What aobut that Violet girl? She seems nice, right? Fifi - you're an amazing, strong and kind girl - I know you can do it. I'm so happy you have Micah.  I love you two together.  Remember, if you text, don't get caught. You usually don't, though, you're so sneaky. I love you, Fiona, have a great day! I'll see you after work.  I'll bring home Olive Garden!"[/i]

The string of sentences her mother had told her that morning raced through her mind. She missed her already.  Despite loving to learn, Fiona couldn't find it in her soul to be excited for the start of the year. She wasn't a fan of her classes - psychics- and more importantly, Micah wasn't here. She felt lonely without him by her side. She rubbed her temple as it a dull ache began. She knew she had to find more friends; yet her mother's reminder only intensified her tension. How could she when she didn't follow fashion, didn't care if Bonnie kissed Mike or Paul, and wasn't interested in knowing every little detail of Hanna's summer? Who cared who had done one another over the break? The popular girls lives were the gossip of the school. She couldn't understand why anyone would want that attention. And what did it matter? It wasn't as if colleges or employers were going hire someone based on their high school popularity. 

Still, she tried to improve herself over the summer to be more likable. She started watching more sports beside dancing, the [i]Chicago Bulls[/i] and [i]LA Lakers[/i]. Her wardrobe had become slightly more chic, though Fiona refused to wear anything lacy. Furthermore, she had tried to learn more makeup tricks though it wasn't something she enjoyed wearing; eye makeup and lip gloss was it for her. Fiona bit her lip, thinking, and finally decided to possibly make an effort this year. The vampire hunter group, despite her mother's warning, was filled with nice people. Violet always seemed nice, and Holly was friendly to a point. Or, at least, it seemed that way during school. Who knew what their real personalities were anyways. The uneasiness of each situation and advice in her mind caused her stomach to tighten. 

With a sigh, glanced at the parking lot. She wished she could run back to her mother's car and not enter this place. Unfortunately, her mother had already left. Fiona sadly entered the school, her bushy mane covering most of her expression. She sighed as she passed through the halls. Students ignored the cafeteria gathering and leaned against lockers, texting or talking to people. Fiona kept her head down and finally arrived in the cafeteria. As usual it was crowded and hustling with already-exhausted mods trying to stop students from texting. She sighed and looked around for an empty table. There was one and a red-haired girl sat there. People were glancing at her and whispering under their breathes. Fiona sighed, seeing the gossip spreading.  She knew she didn't want to sit anywhere else. Talking to people here was impossible, but this girl was new, at least.  Perhaps she could be her friend.

Fiona headed towards the table and sat down beside the girl. Thankfully the girl was texting or doing something in her phone - the girl was buried in it. Fiona wondered if she'd ever come up for oxygen. Fiona slung her [i]Under Amour[/i] backpack on the chair beside her and glanced over at her. The girl had such blue eyes that Fiona thought they were glowing. She stared at her and then quickly said: "[b]I know it's early so I won't bother you too much but I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Fiona, and it's nice to meet you[/b]." Then, she looked away as her shoulders tensed. 

Fiona coughed into her arm and glanced around at the clock. It was almost 8:30. Classes started soon. Their schedules had been emailed to them already so nobody had to deal with it on the first day.  Fiona sighed and took her schedule out of her backpack's front pocket and glimpsed at it. "[b]Shit[/b]," she murmured under her breathe and groaned. Trig was first. Screw her life. After that, psychics, and then Honors English. She tossed it into her backpack unceremoniously and zipped it shut. 

"[b]Fiona[/b]," A mod named Carol came over to her, arms folded. [i]God bless it,[/i] she thought and glanced up. "[b]There aren't any hats allowed inside. Surely you must've learned that over the past eleven years.[/b]"

Fiona stared at her, eyes narrowing. "[b]Surely you must have realized that nobody actually cares about the rules, much less a hat.[/b]"

"[b]Take it off or I'm sending you to the principal's office.[/b]" Her voice turned to ice. Fiona glanced around self consciously. People were again, staring. She sighed. It was to early to argue with this old bat. Truthfully, she found no reason it was offensive. The classes hadn't even started. She took it off and set it on the chair beside her backpack.

A delicate smile curved her full, light pink lips. "[b]There we go. Problem solved, right, Carol?[/b]" Her tone had changed into sugar and she wondered if the woman would take the bait and go off or drop the subject. Classes hadn't begun and nobody else had cared.

"[b]It's Mrs. Green to you.[/b]" She quipped and then disappeared to go harass other students. Fiona waited until she was out of view and across the cafeteria to sling it back on. There were more important things these people needed to focus on instead of a hat. Besides, school ahdn't begun yet. Goodness.

"[b]Mrs. Bitch more like it[/b]," She muttered to herself and glanced over at the girl beside her. "[b]Sorry.[/b]" She smirked despite it and pulled her backpack over to lean her face against it. Her arms wrapped around it in front of her and she ignored the noise from everyone else.
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