Moved from my old account... chapter two is being revised. Enjoy!

Even completely stretched out, Janaya didn't take up all of the space on the couch. True there wasn't exactly a whole lot of space for anyone else to sit down next to her, but there was a comfortable gap between her feet and the arm of the couch that meant she wasn't curled in an uncomfortable way. It wasn't that the couch was terribly long, it was simply that Janaya was very small. Standing at barely five foot two she hardly looked threatening, from a distance, but of course appearances were often deceiving, especially in Hollywood, and Janaya had been forced to learn how to be anything but un-threatening. From her spot on the couch, if Janaya had turned her head to her left, she would have seen one of the most breath taking views of the city an apartment complex could offer. And it was pretty damn breath taking, with the money Janaya's mother brought in, they could afford such a view without even blinking. But Janaya didn't turn her head to the left, she had seen the view a million times before, and anyway, her attention was concentrated entirely on the book in her hands. She had read it before, many times, but it was just as exciting every time. Maybe this time, Sam and Dean would find a way to break the deal and Dean wouldn't go to hell. Maybe.

There was a quiet knocking at the door but Janaya was far too engrossed in her book to pay attention to it. The knocking grew more persistent but Janaya ignored it. Perhaps her mother would – no of course she wouldn't get the door, she wasn't even home. As usual.

"God fucking dammit, Janaya, if you don't open this door right now, I will break it down."

Sighing, Janaya lowered her arm so the book was by her side and she glanced at the door. "I'd like to see you try," she muttered before grudgingly getting to her feet and heading for the door. She sighed loudly as she swung the door open so that Nora, who was the only person who could have been on the other side of the door with a tone like that, would know that she did so against her will. Nora jumped and screamed when the door opened, staring at Janaya in terror. Whether it was real terror or not, Janaya couldn't tell and she raised an eyebrow at her friend. "What's your problem?"

"Why are you dressed so scary?"

Janaya groaned and turned away from the door motioning for Nora and Val, the quieter girl next to her, to follow. Janaya was wearing black slacks and a white tank top, her usual relaxing-and-reading outfit, she wasn't dressed as anything at all... although the lack of make-up on her face would scare even her. Nora on the other hand was wearing black jeans, a black corset top with long sleeves that, Janaya thought, tilting her head to the side as she examined it, looked very familiar, and thick black combat boots that also looked very familiar. None of those things... except maybe the black jeans... were even close to Nora's normal style and Janaya frowned.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "And what are you wearing?"

Nora froze, the apple she had swiped from the dining table half way to her mouth. "Cassandra's party?" she said in a tone that clearly meant Janaya should know this. "It's Halloween? Come on Janaya, you've known about this for weeks."

Janaya groaned again. "Oh come on, are we seriously going to that?" Janaya and Nora, and even Val, weren't really among the well liked seniors at their school. In fact they were incredibly disliked at their school. Janaya, despite her money and the fame that went along with being her mother's daughter, didn't particularly want to be liked by the people who's opinion supposedly mattered. She thought they were all superficial airheads who wouldn't know how to read if they didn't have all those trashy magazines to worship. They thought she was a bitch. Nora on the other hand, though not liking the 'superficial airheads' any more than Janaya, wouldn't have minded being more well liked, but because she didn't have the money every one else did, she was attending the school on scholarships, they didn't feel that she belonged. Not that she didn't mind being a social pariah along with Janaya. They were, after all, best friends and had been for quite some time now. Val was a different story. She was new, and quiet, and smart. And at a private school for the rich in LA, that just wasn't the kind of person one needed to be. So Janaya and Nora had taken her under their wings and in the short time she had been with them, she had flourished a lot. She shared the same love for the Supernatural book series, she had the same sense of humour, and the same taste in music. Hanging out with people more like her had given her confidence and it hadn't been long before she had been joining in on Janaya and Nora's constant attempts to undermine both the teachers at the school and the other students.

"Yes we are seriously going to that," Val said. Janaya's attention snapped to her in vague surprise. "The kings and queens of the senior school are going to be drunk off their faces, completely vulnerable to every possible prank we could pull on them, and you want to pass that up?"

Janaya grinned. Perhaps Val had been spending too much time with them... she was learning quickly. "You're right, what was I thinking?" She started to head down the hall to her bedroom but stopped and turned back to face Nora and Val. "What am I supposed to wear to this thing?"

"It's a dress up party," Nora said, her mouth now full of apple. "You wear a costume."

Frowning, Janaya looked the other two girls up and down, taking in not only Nora's strange change of style, but Val's simple green dress that she was fairly certain only Val could pull off. "So what are you two supposed to be?"

Nora grinned and gave a small twirl. "I'm you," she said mischievously, and Janaya slapped herself in the forehead. Nora usually wore much more colour than that. Though with her red hair it was a wonder she managed to pull that off. But the black suited her... that didn't stop Janaya from wanting her close back though. "And Val is a wood nymph." Of course she was. Janaya gave Val an approving smile. Val was very nymph like anyway, probably why her costume was only a lovely dress. She was tall and thin with long, light brown hair. Despite her 'low' social class she had guys constantly admiring her from afar.

As Janaya ventured into her room to put together some kind of costume, Val raised an eyebrow at Nora who was still munching on the apple. "Are you planning on telling her your reasons for wanting to attend this shindig?" she asked.

Nora shrugged. "Please, this is Janaya, we're talking about, she probably already knows."

It was true, Janaya was very attuned to the things that were on Nora's mind. Years of spending constant time together, and watching her back, had made Nora very easy to read. She couldn't read her mind or anything ridiculous like that, but Nora was practically an open book to her, it was rare that Nora could hid anything from her. And so it was that Janaya knew that Nora had a thing for not one, but two guys. She felt for one more deeply than the other, but unfortunately that was the one she felt was totally unattainable, hence Cassandra's party. The other guy Nora liked, Janaya couldn't remember his name as she didn't particularly care, was one of the social elite. He was nicer, Janaya remembered, never being an outright douchebag to any of them, even stopping to have a couple of conversations with Nora... hence the crush. Janaya had figured out that was Nora's real motive when she'd first brought up the party three weeks ago... she'd just hoped Nora would chicken out before forcing her to go.

"What is she psychic?" Val asked jokingly.

"Wouldn't put it past her," Nora said through another mouthful of apple.

"I'm not psychic," Janaya said, emerging from her room faster than the other two had anticipated. "And you don't even like apples," she pointed out.

"I'm hungry," Nora retorted simply, taking another bite out of the apple with a loud crunch to prove her point. "Nice costume.... what are you, a pirate?"

"Apparently," Janaya shrugged, pulling a packet of salt crackers out of the cupboard and snacking on them, offering the box to Val who shook her head. Janaya hadn't really been going for any particular look when getting changed, but stripy tights, black skirt and white blouse apparently meant she was a pirate.

"Are you going to do your make up or your hair?" Val asked.

"What's wrong with my hair?" When Val looked horrified, realising the implications of her words Janaya laughed and waved off her apologies. "It's fine, I know, it's unruly." Unruly was putting it nicely, Janaya's dark curls never did what they were told... ever. "And I would do my make up if someone hadn't stolen my eye-liner," she said, looking pointedly at Nora who sighed, reached into her pocket and tossed the pencil to Janaya. She disappeared back down the hall, leaving Nora to finish her apple and Val to finally reach into the cracker box and nibble on the corner of one. Nora narrowed her eyes at the core and glanced over at the kitchen, separated from the living room by the dining table, and spotted the trash can. She drew back her arm, the one holding the apple core, took aim and launched it, biting bottom lip gently as she watched the core pass through the air. It hit the rim of thrash can and bounced up. Nora and Val both gasped, this small amount of tension was enough to entertain them. When the apple core finally fell into the bin, Nora punched her fist into the air and cheered while Val applauded loudly.

"Okay, you nutcases let's get this over with," Janaya said, emerging once again, this time with make up complete, and pushing a large hoop earring she'd stolen from her mother into her air, hoping to add to the pirate look.

"What about your hair?" Val asked.

"Why are you so caught up on my hair?" Janaya joked, running a hand through it and ruffling it up slightly.

"We'll get you a hat on the way," Nora said, already halfway out the door, Janaya's car keys in hand. Janaya rolled her eyes, guessing she would be sober driving that night.

Cassandra's house was massive, her family clearly liked to flaunt their wealth. It was beautiful, Mediterranean styled, and had any of the girls liked Cassandra even a little bit, they might have complimented her. That was, until the door swung open and they could see what was happening inside. It was well past dark, they girls had arrived very late, and the teenagers had been left alone in a giant house where the liquor cabinet wasn't locked and chaos had ensued. Granted, no body had trashed anything yet, which was in itself a miracle, but almost everyone was drunk, dancing to crap music, or making out in public areas. Which was weird, a house this big would have plenty of rooms for drunken couples to have their way with each other. As the girls entered the house, Nora seemed to freeze up and she looked as if she were about to turn around and walk away. Nora and big crowds didn't really mix, even drunk, out of it crowds... maybe especially drunk, out of it crowds.

"I'll be in the kitchen seeing what mischief I can cook up," Val said, moving quickly ahead of them. Despite her shy appearance, crowds had seemingly no affect on her. Janaya groaned at the pun before turning to Nora and giving her a reassuring smile.

"Come on, Nor, it's not that scary. I'm sure he's here somewhere."

Nora smiled slightly at Janaya, who took her wrist and tugged her inside into the loud, smokey mass. Instantly people were brushing against her, but she set her jaw and followed Janaya boldly, weaving through the crowds and the maze of rooms, looking for her man.
A head of sun-bleached blonde hair ahead of her caused her heart to skip a beat and she stepped out from behind Janaya, walking forwards with confidence she didn't know she had. The blonde guy turned around, his eyes resting on hers and she smiled, biting her lip a little with nervousness. A tall blonde girl appeared next to Nora and the blonde guy grinned.
"Nicole!" he exclaimed, holding out his arms for a hug.
The blonde girl rested herself in his arms and Nora swerved to the left, grabbing a paper cup out of a party-goers hand. She took a large sip as a small pain shot through her chest. Eurgh. Tequila.

Janaya watched Nora disappear into the sea of people, chugging alcohol as she went, and sighed. She'd be alright, she hadn't even been that into the guy to start with. Setting her face in it's usual "don't fuck with me" glare, she weaved through the crowd looking for something to do while Val pranked and Nora drank. It didn't take long for an unwilling distraction to grab her attention. That being, the hand on her ass. Halting her steps and sighing, Janaya grabbed a hold of whoever's fingers and slowly turned around, hardly surprised to find Tony giving her what he evidently though was a come hither look. Janaya thought it looked more like a "I'd fuck you if I wasn't about to fall over" look. Tony was 'that guy' in school who everybody loved and hated at the same time. Janaya just hated him, he'd broken Nora's heart and Janaya was still pissed Nora wouldn't let her break his face.

"If you touch me again, I'll break you fingers," she said calmly, tossing his hand away from her, making him unbalanced and he staggered a little.

"Come on, Jay, you want me, you've always wanted me..." He stepped towards her and loomed over her, bending down so that not only was she now practically drowning in the smell of alcohol, but he was breathing all over her and it was making her uncomfortable.

"I'm giving you till the count of three, dickface," she said, not bothering with pleasantries that she would have at least attempted had this been campus. But this wasn't campus. And that meant no rules. "1... 2..." but Tony was gone before she could get to three, apparently he wasn't as stupid as he looked. Eventually Janaya found a couple of girls from her English class who she didn't totally hate and leant against the door frame as they handed her a drink of... she sipped it... vodka and regaled her with their tales of last weekends exploits.

Nora was still mentally kicking herself as she moved through the crowd, looking for somewhere a little less... crowded to sit. Or stand. She didn't really care as long as people would stop touching her. How could she be so stupid to think that he actually liked her? She took another swig of the drink, finishing it off. She screwed up the paper cup and chucked it away, taking another party-goers drink to a small protest of 'hey!'.
This time was a better hit. Vodka. A preferable drink to tequila. She downed the drink in one gulp and found it suddenly harder to focus on anything. Trying to keep her head on, she headed back towards the front door, to see if she could find Janaya. As she entered the small entrance hall that was still packed with people, she saw Janaya leaning against a door-frame, talking to a couple of her friends. Nora opened her mouth to call out to Janaya, but was cut off by the door opening and two teenage boys walked in. Both black haired and handsome, Nora was slightly stunned for a second.
Then their eyes turned black and her breath caught in her throat.

Janaya had seen them at the same time, Nora had and, also like Nora, had been momentarily struck by their good looks. The black in their eyes however sent a million thoughts running through her head. No one else seemed to even notice the boys' entrance let alone their strange eye phenomenon. Janaya managed to spot Nora in the middle of the crowd, their eyes met and they both came to the same conclusion: Demons. Just as quickly, Janaya shook the idea from her head. This wasn't a Supernatural book. This was real life. And in real life, demons didn't show up to teenage parties. That didn't stop her being worried though, they looked like trouble... and the black eyes were kind of hard to ignore. Moving quickly, Janaya excused herself from the conversation she had been ignoring and moved over to Nora, gripping her arm tightly and dragging her away from the front door.

"You saw that right?" Janaya asked in a hurried whisper, looking over her shoulder at the boys who seemed to only be standing and watching the party. "I mean, I'm not crazy?"

"You're damn crazy," Nora said automatically, her words slurring slightly. She frowned as she looked at the boys, noticing their black eyes again. "Dude, is it just me or do those guys have the most insane contact lenses you've ever seen?"

Janaya glanced over at the boys again and this time, she saw the black disappear from their eyes. "I can't say I've ever seen contact lenses that could do that," she muttered. The demon theory was beginning to make sense... kind of... in the way that crazy things start to make sense when you're panicking. Throw in the fact that it was Halloween and you had a great recipe for terrifying conclusions.

Nora was glaring down at her drink thoughtfully before gasping at it. "You!" she accused.

Janaya shook her head. "Nor, I don't think it's your drink."

One of the demons, the first to enter the house and the one who had decided he was in charge, looked around him. A house full of drunk teenagers. It had potential, with a little less music and a little more screaming, this could turn into his kind of party. Almost none of the party goers had noticed his or the other, younger looking demon's appearance which he was satisfied with until he came up with a plan. That was until he noticed two girls in the corner, glancing at him and whispering. One of them, he noticed, a red head, was very drunk and seemed unaware of her surroundings while the other, the one dressed as a pirate, who's glances weren't filled with longing like they would if the girls were merely checking him out, but instead were filled with a cross between disbelief and fear. Did she know what they were? He hadn't notice the other demon leave his side, he's been too preoccupied with the girls. But he shrugged. Whatever his brother did on his own time was his business. Besides, these two would need to be watched. Someone knowing what they were could make things difficult... or more interesting. He never had been one for the easy way.

The other demon was moving through the crowd, blending in easily with his young, good looks. This meat suit was about seventeen and a sweet face. And though it didn't make him look threatening at all, it did make him more dangerous. A blonde girl leaning against a door frame to his right caught his eye and she smiled seductively, inviting him over. A chuckle escaped his lips and he ignored her. Disgusting humans, he thought. Getting intoxicated and gyrating against each other was so typical of such an inferior race. Eventually, he found himself in an almost empty kitchen, the only occupant a tall brunette girl, filling a glass of water. Her pale green dress seemed somewhat modest compared to what the rest of the girls at this party were wearing and he let himself smile. A sweet young girl, it seemed. He stepped close behind her, breathing in her sugary scent and hearing her breath quicken. She froze, her muscles visibly tightening and he laughed.
"Don't be afraid," he whispered. "Death is only for a split second." With that he slipped a knife out of the band of his jeans and drew it across her throat in a swift, fluid movement. Crimson blood splattered the windows in front of them and she let out a strangled gasp, before falling face first into the sink, her eyes open but devoid of life. Her quick death was the only mercy he was going to show tonight.

"Jay, I think we'd better go," Nora said, biting her lip nervously as she realised one of the guys had disappeared. Janaya wholeheartedly agreed and was ready to pull Nora out of the house and into the car when Nora moved in the opposite direction. "I'll go find Val, I think she's in the kitchen. Meet you outside in five minutes!"

"Nora!" Janaya protested firmly as her friend slipped away from her and disappeared among the crowd. She wanted to find Val too but now was a really, really stupid time to separate. Especially considering Nora was so drunk she could barely walk. With one last worried glance towards the guy in leather, she followed after Nora who had some how managed to make it really far ahead of her.

Nora quickened her pace and tried frantically to remember where exactly the kitchen was. The room spun slightly, making it hard for her to keep her balance. Trust her luck to be possibly attacked by demons when she's drunk. She finally found the kitchen, and slipped inside, the pounding music seeming suddenly faint and far away. Val was there, slumped over the sink and Nora froze. A shape moved next to her and she screamed, grabbing the nearest item (a glass salt shaker from the table) and threw it at her attacker, who yelled in pain as the glass shattered upon impact. The guy towered over her and she took a couple of quick steps back, but lost her balance. She watched his slightly surprised expression rush away from her, and with a crack and a sharp pain to the back of her head, everything went black.

Nora's loud scream caused Janaya to sprint the last couple of metres into the kitchen. How had she gotten so far ahead of her? The sight Janaya met was not a pretty one, and she but back a gasp at seeing Val slumped over the sink, her lovely green dressed now stained red with her blood. One of the demons, which was what Janaya had now decided they had to be, was standing over Nora's unconscious form and Janaya was torn. She could go over there and try and get Nora away from him, but logic told her that wouldn't work very well without a weapon, so reluctantly, she backed away from the them and attempted to get out of the kitchen before the demon noticed her. Wondering why the hell demons couldn't just have stayed in her fucking imagination.

Unfortunately for her, the other demon had come looking for his companion and had stepped into the kitchen behind Janaya. He glanced at the other demon, who was staring down at Nora with a slightly surprised look on his face, before grabbing Janaya by the throat and slamming her against the wall, his eyes turning black again as he glared at her.

"Demons?" Janaya gasped, clawing at his hand.

The demon frowned, tilting his head to the side. "How did you..."

Apparently her theory had been correct. Not that that made her feel any better... at all. She stared firmly at the leather clad demon, who looked just as surprised as she did... most probably because he hadn't expected anyone to know what he was. The corners of her vision started to go black and she gasped desperately for air, digging her nails harder into the demon's hand. He let her go, apparently he wanted and answer to his half formed question, and she leant against the wall, breathing deeply, and massaged her bruised throat.

"What the fuck," she growled. "You aren't real!" It occurred to her how ridiculous she sounded... and how stupid it was that she was antagonising two demons who would have no qualms about killing her. But at the moment, she didn't really care.

The younger looking demon turned his attention to her and smirked. "Looks like your worst nightmare just came true."

Janaya choked back laughter. "Please, my worst nightmare is clowns you two are just unwelcome."

Nora was slowly coming too, a sharp pain stabbing behind her eyes and the back of her head and her eyebrows knotted together. Why did she hurt so much? Where was Val...? Her brain clicked into over drive and her eyes opened slightly, she saw the demon who had killed Val no longer had his attention on her but on Janaya and, in a sudden burst of anger and adrenalin, Nora leapt to her feet and ran full speed at him. They collided and he stumbled, both of them skidding across the floor. She jumped on top of him and noted a look of shock before she slammed her fist into his cheek. Pain shot through her arm and hand but she ignored it, hitting him again in the nose, blood spurting down his face.

Janaya was momentarily stunned to see Nora acting so violently, usually that was her job, and she wasn't the only one in shock. The demon in front of her had diverted all of his attention to watching Nora pummel the other demon with vague amusement and surprise. Janaya snapped into action and kicked the leather clad demon as hard as she could between the legs. As he hunched forward in pain, she took a firm hold of his hair and introduced his face to her knee, somewhat forcefully. She dove forwards, grabbing Nora's wrist as her friend pulled back to punch the demon again, yanked Nora away from the demon and dragged her through the party and out the front door. Not stopping until both of them were securely in the car and said car was moving as fast as she dared through the city. She didn't want to go home, and she didn't think Nora did either... not that she'd have any say in the matter seeing as now that she wasn't punching anything, she was very nearly unconscious again. She took note of her surroundings and frowned at one of the signs. Live Oak Cemetry? Where the hell were – she cut off her thoughts as a relieved grin spread across her face. Her favourite book store owner was about to get a nice, early morning surprise.

The demons in the kitchen, bruised and beaten as they were, were completely embarrassed by the whole thing. Since when was it possible for two teenage girls to beat two demons in a fight? The older one growled as he managed to finally stand up straight.

"She got you good, Ranec," the other one, who was sitting cross legged in the middle of the floor, a bemused look on his face, said.

"Shut up," Ranec said, the curtains by the window above the sink catching fire. He looked out of the kitchen and through the party, but the girls had long gone. "Fucking bitch."

The younger demon pulled himself to his feet, touching his jaw and nose tenderly. "That girl's got an arm," he said, impressed.

Ranec frowned at him. "We'll track them down later." He glanced at the party goers. "Let's get this party started."

The other demon grinned, leaning to the side so he could see out of the kitchen door before nodding approvingly. "That is why you are my favourite brother."

"Mika," Ranec said, shaking his head at him. "I'm your only brother." Mika merely shrugged as Ranec left the kitchen and entered the living room. "Ladies and gentlemen!" he said grandly, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it to the ground as he waited for the drunken teens to give him there attention. "You will all be dead inside of ten minutes, and there's nothing you can do about it really." Mika stepped out of the kitchen behind him, his eyes already black, he noted the doors and windows and immediately had them shut and locked. Some of the teens gasped and tried to get them open, to no avail. Ranec, too, allowed his eyes to turn black once again. "Scream all you like," Ranec encouraged, nodding in the direction of a young girl who had begun to scream as loudly as she could. "I quite enjoy that." With a wave of his hand the couch, occupied by at least three people, burst into flames, the occupants screaming in pain as they tried everything they could to extinguish the flames that had spread to their clothes. "Besides, no one who could hear you will be here in time."

"The best thing you can do," Mika added, nodding at a couple of teenagers and sending them flying into the wall, "is put your head between your legs and kiss your ass goodbye."

Lights flicked on in the house across the street, the owners woken by screams of pain and terror.

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