Disclaimer: I do not own "The Clique" or the music video that was the inspiration for this.

Basic overview: Five years later, Westchester is ravaged after an invasion of vampires forces many people out, leaving many more so to be killed or turned into bloodthirsty vamps themselves. The Pretty Committee is here to work against these night walkers, despite one of their own being one of the turned...

The first chapter is mostly just narration, but action will start up next chapter.

And that means yes, there will be fighting-type violence in this fic. There is also Claire and Cam 'shipping.

This may seem like a weird and silly fic, but give it a try.

I know you may want to nag me about updating my other Clique fics first, but please bear with me here. I'm a little blocked in both "The Beauty Elite" and "ATPC", and I was thinking that some general milling around for Cliquefics would help me get out of this. Besides, this fic will only last two or three chapters.

And before you ask, YES, the concept for this fic IS based off of Fall Out Boy's music video "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me".


Part I: Now Versus Then
The Office

Friday, March 16, 2012

9:49 P.M.

"Hey,"

"Hey!"

"Ugh, work, work, work…"

"Heh, yeah. And train, train, train. Bleh. I almost miss school."

"Pfft, yeah. Did you feed today?"

"No,"

Claire threw down her pen on the wood desk, which was covered in papers. "Massie!"
"Kuh-laire, relax!" Massie smiled, her oversized fangs visible in the faint light on Claire's desk. "You know me. Besides, I was just going to get some." Massie opened the refrigerator, stepping into the attached kitchen and completely away from the light. It must've been pitch black in the well-decorated kitchen except for a refrigerator light, but as of late, this was how Massie preferred it. The kitchen was well-decorated and had very efficient stainless steel appliances and reasonably clean white-tiled walls. It was an expensive kitchen, but the inhabitants of the house had the money.

Massie reached into the refrigerator and went immediately for the top shelf on the door… Massie's shelf. Lining the shelf was packets (all of them made for a hospital I.V.) of blood. These were 'lifted' from the hospital of the next city over. And they were what kept Massie alive.

She ripped open the top with her right fang (her favorite fang) and gulped it down like it was a juice box. This may seem gross to you, but to Massie, it was satisfying, and the only thing that would calm her vampiric lust.

Massie was wearing a black cropped leather jacket over a black cashmere turtleneck and a typical pair of designer jeans. She still had a brown bob with stylish bangs, five years after first getting this hair cut. The only thing that had changed about it was that it was slightly longer than shoulder-length. Another thing that had changed about Massie was her now ghost-pale skin. It was so pale from lack of sun for so long that any manner of fake tan would look, well… fake.

"Where are K and D?" Massie asked Claire, wiping a spot of crimson blood off of her lip, causing her to whip out and reapply her latest Glossip Girl flavor (amazingly enough, one of the few things still regularly coming to Westchester), this one Green Tea. "I know Leesh is downstairs."

"Where am I?" Alicia Rivera threw open a metal door on the floor near the hallway and climbed up out of it. She had a cardboard box labeled 'Old Broken Crossbows'.

The years had been kind to everyone, but perhaps to Alicia they were the most generous. Alicia kept her beauty as she grew older, and now after a few years worth of hard physical training, she was no longer a skinny beauty but a toned, athletic one. And yes, she learned to run.

The same thing happened to Massie; she lost the 'limo legs'. Kristen Gregory had always been sporty and fit but now she was one of the best 'hunters' in the ravaged city. Dylan Marvil was now as fit as the others, and very happy that she could eat and burn off calories more now. And Claire Lyons was no exception.

Adding to this, the girls were all grown up now, ages averaging out to eighteen. Claire and Kristen were no longer flat-chested, and Alicia's body caught up to her cleavage. All five girls in the Pretty Committee Vampire Hunting Team were fighters and, to put it plainly, pretty girls.

But Massie was the most changed. The years had been kind to her like the other girls as far as skills went, but in another way, they had given Massie the worst she could possibly get. She was one of them now. Those who 'walked in the shadows, forgotten by the sun', and all that dramatic jazz.

Alicia tossed the box to the side. "So Mass, any kills tonight?"

"Aw…" Massie made a fake pouty face. "You know I don't like to do it alone. Then no one is there to see how much I kick butt." She tossed an empty blood bag into the garbage.

Claire sighed and lifted herself up from her chair. "You shouldn't travel alone anyway. You know it's unsafe. Especially with Der-"

"KUH-laire, I'm not stuuuuuupid," Massie growled. "Do you seriously think I leave myself open on a regular basis?" Massie's amber eyes pierced through Claire's skull with all the strength of a power drill.

"N-no!" After all these years, after Octavian Country Day School had closed its doors after being rampaged and destroyed, Massie was still the intimidating alpha she was back in seventh grade. "I never said that! I just don't think now is a good time to be wandering around alone. It's almost the anniversary of when Derrington-"

"Claire," Massie interrupted her again. "Are you still using that silly nickname for him after all this time? Please grow up. I don't need any protection against Derrick. He knows that I'd kill him if I got the chance." Massie flipped her bangs and changed the subject. "That's enough now. By the way, have you talked to Todd yet about new guns?"

Claire shook her head. "I was planning on doing it tonight," Claire was referring to her brother when Massie mentioned guns. Todd was the girls' hookup to all of their weapons and Massie's supply of blood. Sometimes Todd tried to tweak crossbows or guns himself to make them more efficient for their specific needs but usually just handed them over as they were. Todd was also something special to Claire in that he was the last of her family left in the city. None of the other girls had any family left. Most of their parents had either skipped town or were confirmed to having been killed.

Other relationships were destroyed over the five years that strained the formerly thriving town of Westchester, now half of its population undead, out-of-control monsters, as Massie had referred to them once before (this was before she became like them, of course). Olivia Ryan, Kori Geldman, Strawberry, Chris Abeley, Harris Fisher, Principal Burns, Nurse Adele and Sky Hamilton and the other DSL Daters were among the casualties. So were Layne, Meena, and Heather, and these deaths probably hit Claire the hardest of anyone killed who wasn't her family. Mr. Myner was turned into a vampire and was actually the Pretty Committee's first kill (they're very proud, especially Dylan). The situation with Carrie, Livvy, and Alexandra was the second-most interesting. They were vampires and still prowled the town for blood. Alexandra lost the braces and even her fangs are crooked as a result from getting them off too early.

The most interesting case was of the Briarwood Boys. Cam, Derrington, Josh, Chris and Kemp were all turned. But this doesn't mean they didn't stay themselves, now they're just crazy and bloodthirsty. To make long stories short, Kemp Hurley is still a pervert, Josh Hotz has a slight fixation on Claire's blood, Derrington turned Massie into a vampire and now they both want the other dead, there's nothing really notable about Chris Plovert, and Cam Fisher is having second thoughts about the whole damn thing. Like Massie, he would be happiest if a cure for vampirism was made available.

"Is it tense in here or does somebody just have gas?" Dylan asked, emerging into the room, looking tired. Her long red curls, still there after all this time and now tied back into a loose ponytail, were tangled and her cheeks were flushed. She was wearing exercise clothes; old black Juicy sweatpants and a gray tank.

"I win!" Kristen said of her and Dylan's training session when she followed Dylan in. She was clad in a long-sleeved black tee and old navy Splendid sweats. Now Kristen, as you probably remember, was always smart and sporty. So physical training and developing martial arts techniques wasn't as hard for her as the other girls. She helped them get more into shape.

"Again," Dylan rolled her jade eyes. "You could let me win once in a while."

"Where would the fun in that be?" Kristen teased, pulling her now shoulder length dirty blonde hair (actually, it was beginning darken so much that it was practically a light brown now) out of a ponytail and letting the uneven-cut ends (that way on purpose) fall on her shoulders.

"I could throw that 'I Beat Kristen' party I've been planning for years,"

Claire, Alicia, and Kristen laughed, but Massie immediately held up her finger, signaling silence. "Wait. Did you hear that?"

Before any of the other girls could respond, Massie marched over to the kitchen window above the table. She nodded to the girls, and Alicia and Dylan darted away to get something. Kristen and Claire stood closer to Massie, tensing.

Massie threw open the faded-color silk curtains. She smiled, another pair of fangs mirroring hers.

"Derrick," She purred.

"Block," He grinned.