Everybody in Bon Temps watched the night of the VRA announcement. Merlotte's was filled to bursting, with all the regular adults, vampires, and witches. Emotions were running high, on both sides of the fence. Extra police had been pulled in from Shreveport, and riots were anticipated. Everybody was glued to the television.
While the adults were all out, gathered together to pray or bitch, depending on whether they wanted the amendment to pass or not, nobody was supervising the teenagers. And, although the adults in town had been intermingling for years, slowly getting used to fangers, fangbangers, brujos and maenads, the teenagers hadn't. They'd been forced into segregated schools, werewolves kept separate from the humans, and vampires attending night school. So it stood to reason that, on the night of the amendment, they maintained that split status.
The vamps were primarily gathered at the Fabrays large mansion. Most of the community was there – Quinn, Santana and Brittany, Sam and Mike. They had the most at stake, and had all arrived in the mansion the minute that the sun went down. They sat together on the couch, hip to hip, so close that they could feel the cold emanating off one another.
Across town, literally, the weres were similarly piled together. Lauren had rigged a computer up to a projector, and they were streaming the news onto the side of Puck's trailer. Karofsky and Azimio had put together a fanger-killer kit, just in case it turned out the amendment passed.
The witches gathered in the basement of the school. Perhaps the most disinterested party, they were curious for curiosity's sake. The television wasn't even on yet, but Tina and Artie had magicked it to turn on at midnight exactly. Mercedes was busily raiding the kitchen, ransacking tots and chicken fingers.
The other supernatural beings were scattered throughout the city, gathered singly or with friends, flicking through channels nervously, uncertain of which side they were on. Rachel brushed her hair, 1,000 strokes exactly, before logging on to myspace to watch it there. Blane was alone in the apartment over the garage, idly picking out melodies on his guitar, as he sat cross-legged on the bed.
And then there were the humans. They watched, almost entirely, in families. The more liberal of them were half excited at the possibility of equality for all, and half terrified at the prospect of going to school with beings that were strong enough to kill them with a glance. Finn wasn't entirely certain how he felt about the Amendment, as Kurt was well aware from the thoughts that kept invading his brain.
I hear that vampires are super hot. . .but wouldn't it hurt to get your blood sucked? I wonder what blood tastes like. . .I didn't like it when I got that paper cut. . .oh, dip, awesome!
Kurt hoped that the Amendment did pass. He was sick and tired of going to school with just the weres and witches. The witches, while welcoming were a little. . .off. . .and the weres were nothing more than a group of Neanderthals. He hoped that bringing the vamps in would serve to equalize the power balance in the school.
At midnight the tv flicked on in the basement of the school. Quinn leaned forward, and Mike popped his fangs. Karofsky wrapped his meaty hand around a stake, and Puck began to growl deep in his throat. Finn spilled the dip, and Rachel squeaked.
Nan Flanaghan, the spokesperson for the American Vampire League, walked into the screen, a tiny smile on her face, and the world, and Bon Temps High School instantly changed.