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Shauna hated 21st century parties. Sweaty, ugly men, sticky walls, and loud music.
When she had been alive parties had been so very different. She had never gotten an invite to those of course. Except once, when Jackie had smuggled Shauna into one and forced her to watch as Jeff Sadecki courted her. Jackie always loved to flounder her superiority. She dangled her life in front of Shauna and forced her to see the allure that Shauna had tried so hard not to, but Shauna like always around Jackie failed. Horrendously. She was still doing so, after hundreds of years.
She wanted to be free from Jackie's influence so badly that she found herself at a fucking house party which was filled to the brim with noisy losers and pretty girls. Latter she didn’t mind that much. But this scene was so far off from Jackie. What on earth was Jackies business here? She had been horrible but at least she had had taste. Shauna could never imagine Jackie falling so low as to entertain thoughts of such garish gatherings. The Jackie she had known, had once thrown out the soup Shauna had made her, with love, she might add, because, according to perfect princess Jacqueline Alexandrina Taylor, it had looked a bit funny. This had been, of course, before the change. But still, Jackie would never!
Shauna wasn’t crazy, she knew something sinister was afoot. Jackie was clearly plotting her downfall with these unwashed windbags. That had to be it. There was no other explanation. She let her gaze wander the room assessing it for possible traps. She had done it countless times already but it seemed that her gaze would always land on Jackie. Or on the back of Jackies head because the bitch had very rudely turned her back on Shauna. Yet another horrid snub!
Shauna watched as Jackie separated from her companion and made her way towards the rooms at the back of the house, proving Shaunas theory correct. She had to know the house very well to just wander like that. Shauna touched the tip of her tongue to her fangs and followed the blonde into the back.
Melissa had needed a break. There was only so much a girl could take hearing the girl she was deeply in love with discussing her new partner before she feels the need to shoot herself with a crossbow. So before she could do anything drastic she had excused herself and fucked off to panic in peace.
She knew that sooner than later Gen would realize why she was being so fucking weird whenever the topic of Mari came up. But what the fuck was she supposed to say? “Hey actually can you stop talking about your drop dead gorgeous girlfriend please? Why? Oh because I’m madly in love with you and have been since the sixth grade. Oh you don’t want to be friends anymore. That’s fine whatever. I didn’t care that much anymore. It’s not like you’re the only person who has ever given a fuck about me. That’s fine. Whatever.”
Melissa threw herself on her bed and wondered if it would be better or worse if Mari was a boy. There was a certain shame to realizing that someone was in fact into girls just not into her.
Gen had come out to her on their annual soccer summer camp. They had been telling secrets when Gen whispered the word lesbian and Melissa had felt something shift ever so slightly near her heart. Then Gen had told her about her amazing girlfriend Mari. She even showed pictures of the most beautiful girl in existence. Melissa had waited until she was certain Gen was asleep and cried.
It got better over time. But it still hurt, someone having what she wanted so badly.
Melissa spots something in her periphery and tries and fails to get up as something lands on her. There is a sharp pain in her neck and some sort of growl. One moment the world is full of color and sound and then she feels as if everything has been sucked out.
“Jackie, you fucking cunt.” are the last words Melissa hears before she dies.