isclaimer: Okay, take a guess am I the creator of the Clique? (1) Yes. (2) No. If you picked '2', congrats! You win absolutely nothing at all!

AN: Okay, today's prompts were airplanes, mangoes, and a rose! Like before, I may not be able to mention all, but at least two of them. (Sorry for the filler) R&R.


Two

Relationships were nothing good. At all.

Cam had decided that at a young age, that trust was worthless, relationships were trouble. Love wasn't real, like a made up fairy tale creature was supposed to be. Like he was supposed to be. Trust was a death wish, that boy in the car could've gotten both him and his girlfriend as after-dinner appetizers, because he was unquestioning enough to trust a stranger offering a ride at night, who had literally appeared out of nowhere. Wasn't that what got people killed in horror movies?

But, aside from the fact that all 'victims' as Alicia liked to refer to them proved this point further each and every day, they were not the reason he'd tried to abandon human emotions. The real culprits were his parents, Laura and Jonathan Fisher.

Laura Fisher was your average Stepford wife. She had the whole package: teeth white enough to blind people, a large house, a mischievous yet lovable dog, and two perfect children. Not to mention, the signature fresh-from-the-oyster pearl necklaces that were uniform for wives such as herself. The skeletons in her closet were worthy of a corny Desperate Housewives episode.

Jonathan was your average Stepford husband. Bombshell receptionist who visited often, expensive gold watches, expensive car, private jet, private airplane, and a wife he was secretly bored with. But, you can't forget the huge bank account, and country club/pool/golf course he owned. The skeletons in his closet were worth a divorce to say the least.

They spent tons of money – or rather, Jonathan spent tons of money, Laura spent tons of time – just to make sure that their children, big Harris, little Cam, had the best of everything. Anybody on the outside would look at the family, and sigh, wondering how life was so perfect for them. Loving parents, money, friends, money, money, they just seemed to have it all.

And when you have it all, change is unacceptable.

Yet, on that one normal day, when a twelve-year-old Cam had been innocently walking home from a friend's house, a lot of things changed. Jonathan and Laura couldn't accept that.

How is it that total strangers would accept you, but your own parents wouldn't? Not even Harris, his blood brother would accept it. (No pun intended.) And yet, Nina and Alicia, referred to as his "bite relatives", for they'd been attacked by the same person, had been so welcoming? It was ironic.

For years, Cam had been living that way, suffering for what someone else had caused. The constant hunger was painful, sometimes he felt weighed down by fatigue, too tired to move. Not to mention always having to go out and trick someone, lure them, and have to deal with the bond they thought they had with you.

So, for once, feeling full was a miraculous relief.

"You go out and come back empty handed?" Alicia's eyes narrowed slightly. "I guess you're losing it."

"That last person you caught had a blood alcohol level so high it almost killed us, and you know it Leesh." Cam had replied snippily. "And besides, I wasn't hungry."

Nina and Alicia had both exchanged looks of shock, before looking back at him, their faces laced with suspicion. Nina raised a hand in Alicia's face to keep her from saying anything stupid in response, her eyes never moving off of Cam. Cam didn't look at them, just back out the grimy window, in the direction of the little blue house.

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YE OLDE MAGIC BOOK

(Excerpt, pt. 1)

The funny thing about creatures of the blood-sucking variety, is that they may not enter a home without being begged in, but they may control one's movements against their will, meaning they could let themselves in anyway.

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When Massie came down the stairs, stretching and rubbing her eyes whilst uttering a 'good morning' to all in the kitchen, her boyfriend's eyebrows furrowed. He gave her a strange look, as if he could not fathom why Massie, like any other girl, slept in pajamas as regular and common as a DKNY t-shirt and some gold shorts. Nikki Dalton, would probably have disagreed with him, as Massie seemed to have that natural beauty thing going in the early hours in the morning, with messy hair and no makeup.

"You couldn't have at least cleaned yourself up a little?" Derrick snorted, not seeming to notice how rude his question was. "I mean, look at Nikki here! Her hair's done, and she's practically ready. If you don't make an effort for me, who do you make an effort for?"

A silence grew in the small kitchen, strong enough that one would be able to drop a pin on a carpet, and hear its small plunk! Massie looked at Derrick to make sure that he was only kidding, but his face showed nothing but seriousness.

"Maybe she's not a morning person," Nikki, who was in fact fully dressed, offered up in defense for her cousin. "The only reason I'm up is because I couldn't sleep."

"Nightmares?" Derrick asked, his voice dripping with flirtatiousness. Nikki didn't respond.

Massie just headed downstairs, looking as if she wished to pretend the previous exchange hadn't happened at all. "So, what're we doing today?"

"Oh yeah!" Nikki dropped her plate down on the kitchen table, handing Massie a glass of mango juice. "Layne and Olivia are coming over later; they're the ones in that picture I showed you in Aspen." A smile danced across her face as she remembered the photo, where the three had rode a roller coaster and the camera had picked the worst time to go off. The three, who'd screamed like banshees on every turn of the ride, had screamed with laughter at the picture.

"Massie showed me that picture," Derrick informed Nikki, assuming she cared. "Hot," he added as an afterthought. Turning to glance at Massie, he announced arrogantly, "I bet they don't look so messy in the morning."

"They look worse…" Nikki insisted quietly to the vase of red and yellow roses. She was ignored.

Massie got up from the table and stormed over to the couch, willing herself not to cry. He wasn't being an inconsiderate jerk; he was just being the 'funny, confident' guy Kendra had insisted he was. Why was it that when people looked from afar, certain traits looked good, but once they were together, those same qualities were undesirable?

"Hey, don't get mad," Derrick sat carelessly next to her, and slung his arm around her shoulder. When she didn't turn around hug him, and declare her undying love, he prodded her gently with his foot. "Love you."

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YE OLDE MAGIC BOOK

(Excerpt pt. 2)

The only way a creature may be 'begged in' involves a line, which must be asked word for word. "I'm begging you to come in", is not only popular among pedophiles, but it is the death of many unsuspecting victims

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"It's getting pretty late, where's your boyfriend?"

Massie let out a small scream and jumped as Cam emerged from behind a tree. His eyes seemed to glow in the dark, like a cat's. He smirked at her, sitting down and joining her in watching a bunch of little kids play with each other.

"He's over by the playground," Massie muttered sourly, amber eyes averted. She shook her head at the questioning look on his face, assuming he was wondering what was with her bitter tone. "We were supposed to watch the airplanes."

"Hey it's car dude! You better get your butt over there, because there's some hot girl flirting with this guy, and maybe we can get rid of him and…" Derrick stopped panting and looked over at Massie, who had been glaring at him with venom. "Set you two up because you would be so cute together, right Mass? Because a nice guy deserves a hot girl…." He seemed unwilling to add the last sentence.

"You're unbelievable," Massie hissed. However, she was ignored.

"The 'hot girl' can hear you."

Immediately, all three of them whirled around, Derrick looking mildly embarrassed, Massie seething, and Cam's face twisting into an angry look.

"That's my sister!" He hissed at Derrick. "What is wrong with you?" He stopped for a second, holding his head in his hands, as if he was suddenly hit by a wave of exhaustion, earning a confused look from both Massie and Derrick.

"Hey look man, I'm sorry, here we'll take you out for dinner, number thirteen Primrose Drive, its blue – car dude knows where it is." Derrick held his hands up as if that made him innocent. Massie shook her head slowly.

"You've met them before…?" 'Hot girl' licked her lips, giving Cam a suspicious glare.

"Shut up, Alicia…"

"We'd love to," 'Alicia' smiled innocently. She elbowed Cam in the stomach, and it was then that Derrick realized – both of their eyes glowed in the dark.