I finished my novel so classic horror fanfic for you all yay

Sleepovers Bite

If her friends had seen her now, they probably would've removed her from the situation before it grew tempting. At least two of the girls on the floor had paper cuts from flipping pages in their yearbook and the scent was wafting through the air much to the delight of Gory Fangtell's senses. Their giggling pierced the sound of the music she was using to drown out their pleasant memories, but much like Frankie, the leader-house-founder-being whose name she'd already forgotten reached out and brushed her bangs away from her eyes. The vampire stiffened, eyes glinting dangerously close to reverting to their natural color. She finger-combed them back into their proper position over her forehead and gave the girl a questioning glance.

Sororities were pointless little institutions. That was what she had told Frankie when the peppy, all-inclusive female had reached out to her to join the Frightengale Society. They were meant to include the pink-loving, domestic conformists that made up a chunk of their gender, not girls like her. Offhand, in front of the boys, no doubt, she had stated the only reason she would join a sorority would be to recreate the movies their frat boy counterparts loved so much.

As soon as they had been out of earshot, Valentine had commended her for her brilliance. And that was why she was hanging upside down off a white leather couch in a very neon little sitting room. Fluffy pillows inscribed with verbs sat on every visible surface as well as being strewn around the rainbow yarn carpet. It was almost enough to make her physically ill. I am sitting in the middle of a goddamn skittles container, she thought in the general direction of her counterparts, You both owe me infinitely.

We'll come through, Bram replied before Valentine could voice his impending witty retort.

"Your skin is so..." the girl said. God, she should've been named Barbie. She was blonde, typically pretty with that size zero flatness that was supposed to be attractive. Valentine mentally snorted. The smirk that crossed her lips carried dual meaning. "Tepid?"

Confusion flitted across the blonde's face, but she nodded. "I was going to say cold, but yeah."

"It's cold in here," Gory replied. She shifted to lay properly against the sofa, propping up her purple and black striped fluffy socks on a faux denim pillow embroidered with the word LOVE in all caps and a peace sign in the center of the O. "You insist on having the air conditioning on in October, for some strange reason."

Barbie's eyes widened in shock and she seemed to remember she wasn't in the sunbelt anymore. "I'm sorry! I keep forgetting you're native!"

If she could've slapped herself and publicly disgraced them for their mortal idiocy, she would've. Instead she pressed her lips together and folded her fingers together over her stomach. The blonde's friend crawled over and presented the book to her, pointing to a pair of females among the girls in the cheerleading ensemble. "There we are! State champions, three years running! We made varsity early."

"Congratulations," she replied, a hint of interest amid the aloof tone. It encouraged the other female to continue speaking about their many victories, which spiraled off into the teams' wins they attributed to themselves, and though she glanced at the clock and found only ten minutes had passed, Gory felt like she had just endured a lifetime.

There was a dull thump, like a branch snapping against the outermost wall. The speaking female silenced for a moment before calling out, "Hey, Jen? Did you hear that?"

"It's just the wind!" the Barbie girl called back. Gory made mental note of her name as she shifted to sit up. "Hey, girls...do you like scary stories?"

"Not me," the cheerleader said, "I get the creeps easily."

"How many of you guys saw Scream?" Gory asked, propping her elbow up on the circular cushion that had been under her back.

The only brunette of the group looked up and smiled. "I love horror movies."

Jen-slash-Barbie returned with popcorn and a shockingly bright grin. "Ooh, we should watch some! Who likes the Ring? Besides Phoebe, of course."

Gory's eyes glinted with delight. She sat up, completely ready to discuss the cinematography of one of the most classic contemporary horror films to date, when the doorbell rang. Her disappointment flitted across her face, but the cheerleader at her feet abandoned the yearbook with a gentle thump and scrambled to her feet, "You guys talk, I'll get it."

"Chicken!" Jen called after her. Gory almost felt apologetic as she smiled to the blonde. Almost.

"Excuse me," she heard the velveteen Southern tone purr to the innocent, naive mortal at the door. "My car battery died and my phone was chargin', you wouldn't happen to have a mechanic around, would ya?"

After a momentary delay, she caught a smitten, "No," before a series of nervous, flustered giggles. "But you can use our phone. It's in the den...hey Jen?"

"Yeah?" Jen called back, glancing to Gory as she smirked, having very obviously listened too.

"Do you mind if a couple guys come use the phone?"

Couple? Gory practically bounced in her seat with glee. Those two had a penchant for theatrics unlike most theater majors. She heard Valentine murmur to her companion in a sugary sweet tone as he stepped inside, followed quickly by the softer steps of her continuing partner in crime. Phoebe rushed in to get the phone off the cradle as the boys walked inside. Hair mussed, contemporary clothes in place, judging by their jackets they had already hit one of the frat houses. She could've pouted in Bram's direction if they didn't have a facade to maintain.

The boys drew the eyes of the few females quite enthusiastically. Even with prey in sight, Bram's eyes flickered to her first. Clad in her bat themed pajamas, she could feel the light pink warmth begin at her cheeks and shoot directly down to her toes. Jen nudged her side and twitched her brows suggestively.

"Hey," Bram said, as if they had just met. His hands were shoved in the pockets of the leather and wool letterman coat. Valentine glanced to them and smirked in understanding, taking the phone gently from the sorority girl's hand and continuing on about his falsified business.

"Hey," she replied.

"You must be new here," Jen practically purred. The glamour over her physical appearance fell as Gory's temper flared. With a scoff under his breath, Bram blinked and cast his glamour off as well. The brunette in the chair glanced up and lurched back, "What the-?"

Valentine dropped the unused phone and grabbed the girl closest to him. Gory pounced across the sofa and twisted her fingers Jen's hair, her hand clasping down over the mortal's mouth to silence her impending, terrified scream. "I hope you didn't think you'd get away with making eyes at my boyfriend. That's just bad form."

The brunette scrambled to her feet and raced to pass Bram. He hardly bothered to move, snapping out an arm and catching her in passing with the ease of catching a toy. She slammed her heel down into his foot, earning a crushed airway as he grasped her by the throat. Valentine sunk his fangs in first, preferring to feed and leave rather quickly, but Gory glanced to her boyfriend in unmasked delight. "I like that one. Kill her nicely."

"Of course," he confirmed. The blonde in her arms threw her weight forward, trying to burst free. The terrified shrieks went muffled by her hands, only spurring the fury further. "I have been listening to you droning on pointlessly for three and a half hours. If the taste of adrenaline spiked human blood wasn't worth it, I would've been rid of you hours ago."

"How many times have I told you about playing with your food?" Valentine withdrew to say. The girl in his grasp twitched, sending a small spurt of red from the veins he'd been fixed on. His attention immediately returned to them, reddened mouth clasping down over the open wound in ravenous gratitude. Bram snapped his victim's neck and shrugged, wordlessly giving his other half the confirmation to do as she pleased. Quite happily, Gory jerked her hand sideways and heard a sharp crunch, felt the intake of breath from the sorority girl's lips, and she sunk her fangs into her throbbing veins.

Unfortunately, this one's blood was the vampiric equivalent of water. Refreshing, yes, but hardly an uncommon taste. If it wasn't for the thirst building in her stomach, she wouldn't have even bothered to finish the girl off.

Bram dropped the empty female first and crossed the room to his girlfriend. He swiped a tissue from the box on the coffee table in passing and wiped her lips as she withdrew, dumping the still slightly bleeding corpse onto the sofa. She smiled and pressed her lips gently to his before addressing their companion. "Electrical fire?"

The remnants of Valentine's meal landed at his feet with a harsh, forgotten thump. He wiped his mouth and beamed in delight, "This one was pure. Organic."

"Ew," Gory muttered as she stole the tissue and wiped the corner of her boyfriend's mouth. He smiled. Valentine shrugged, "Aren't there enough of those, lately?"

"Well it's certainly not optimal weather for a meteor," she replied. "Figure something out yourself."

Bram slid his jacket off to drape around her shoulders as he grabbed her bag. "Enjoy yourself at all tonight?"

"Not in the slightest. They didn't even like horror movies."

With a sigh, Valentine sparked the carpet in three places and sighed, making sure to draw the curtains over the sliding doors before he followed suit.