James

"I don't wanna go upstairs," Jeff mumbled as I carried him up to my room. He was trying to squirm out of my arms but I wasn't about to let him go. He was way too drunk to be wandering around this party. Like it or not, his night was definitely over as of now. "I wanna stay down with the people. I can't leave them it's…it's rude." He giggled and his head lulled to the side. He was so far gone that it was doubtful he was going to remember any of this in the morning.

"Who cares if it's rude?" I asked with a shrug. "Screw them. They can all go get hit by a train for all I care."

"Aw that's mean," Jeff informed me. He giggled drunkenly and gave me a wet kiss on the cheek. "You're so mean. You shouldn't be mean like that. You're too big of a sweetie to be mean."

I snorted and opened the door to my room. "Not many people would agree with that statement." I stepped into the room and kicked it shut behind me before setting him down on the bed.

"Well they're big poopy heads," Jeff declared firmly. "You hear me Jamesey? They're poopy heads." He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck so he could pull me in for a hug. "I loves you."

I grinned and kissed his cheek. "I love you too." I tried to stand back up but he wasn't about to let me go anywhere. He actually wrapped his legs around me to keep me in place and I wasn't about to fight him off. That just seemed rather counter productive to me.

"Kiss me," he said, trying his best to sound authoritative but completely failing because he just didn't have it in him.

"Make me," I taunted playfully.

He pouted his lips and tried to do so but I moved my head back, laughing as he frowned and tried even harder. "Stop that!" he whined as I kept moving my head out of his reach. "That's mean! You're mean! Mean mean mean!"

"Oh yeah? I guess I should fix that then." I finally did kiss him and he accepted it happily. The kiss he gave me back was horribly sloppy but I accepted it anyway, my hands roaming his small body and easily ripping the dress off of him and tossing the remains aside. He giggled drunkenly and started trying to rip my costume off but I shook my head and wouldn't let him do it. "No no no. I like this too much to rip." I got up to my feet and took off my costume, tossing them into the corner of the room before climbing back on the bed and resuming the kissing, blindly reaching over the bedside table so I could grab the lube. This was probably taking advantage of him in his inebriated state but I figured that was okay since I was his boyfriend. I bet he would do the same thing if it was me who was wasted and he was the sober one in the mood to play.

"I love you," he told me as I began kissing my way down his neck and all over his collarbone.

"I love…how fucking delicious you are." I nibbled on his collarbone before dropping my head down lower and biting gently at his nipples.

He giggled and not too gently pulled on my hair. I let him do it though, focusing more on getting the bottle of lube open and pouring some on to my fingers. The substance was cold and I quickly rubbed my fingers together to warm it up before slipping one of my long digits inside of him. He mewled and practically started trying to hump my entire hand right then and there. "Hey now, settle down," I said, holding down his hips so he would stop that. "You don't want the fun to end too early do you?"

He just whined and tried to keep moving around despite the fact I was holding him down. "I need you," he whined sweetly. "So bad James its not fair." He grabbed on to his rapidly hardening cock and tried to stroke it but I slapped his hand away, making him whine even more. "James!"

"Nuh uh. We're playing my way today." I smirked at the look on his face before inserting another finger into him and began thrusting them in and stretching him as slowly as possible just to tease him. He whimpered and he kissed me hungrily, writing around and trying to plead with me to go faster. The display he was putting on was so fucking hot and I felt myself getting harder and harder by the second. It finally became too much for me to resist and I quickly removed my fingers and slammed my cock inside of him, making him scream loudly out of pleasure. Normally I tried to give him some time to adjust to my size but tonight I didn't. I had some alcohol in my system as well so my decision making process was affected and I found myself thrusting in and out of him as hard and fast as I possibly could.

"Oh fuck!" he moaned, clutching on to me for dear life as I pounded into him. "James! Mmmm…harder…"

"Harder?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. "You sure you can handle it?" He nodded desperately so I indulged him, thrusting into him even harder and just about fucking him into the bed right into the bed. His moans were so loud and uncontrollable that the whole house was probably hearing us but I could hardly bring myself to give a shit. I just continued to fuck him mercilessly, wrapping one of my hands around his dick and stroking it in time to my thrusts. Seconds later I felt his already tight walls tighten around me even more and we were both quickly milking each other dry before either of us knew what hit us. His whole body went limp and it wasn't until I went to kiss him again that I realized he had actually just passed out completely. "Aw, that's cute," I said with a chuckle. I kissed his cheek and then pulled out of him so I could lay down beside him and wrap my arm around his body as I settled down in the most comfortable position that I could get in. I could hear the party raging on downstairs but I didn't give a shit about it. I was right where I wanted to be at the moment and I didn't care to leave that spot any time soon.

…

Annabelle

The party went on for hours and hours but I didn't stick around long enough to see what all went on. I retreated in my room and Dave stayed with me for awhile but I could tell he really wanted to be down there so I insisted he go back down there and have fun. He tried to object of course, but that was mostly for my sake because he went back down there pretty quick to go get drunk or whatever. I tried not to let it bother me too much though. That was just the way guys were. I just forced myself to get over it and go sit by the window so I could glance at what was going on outside. I could see Shane and Shannon stumbling all around, heading off to do who knew what. I didn't think it was a good idea for them to go especially when the cops in this town loved busting underage drunk kids but I wasn't about to stop them. Instead I just turned on my TV in order to drown out the noises coming from downstairs and also to forget how much I missed Cooper at that moment. He was rarely ever away from me so when he was it was extremely hard for me to deal with. He was my baby and I didn't want him to be away from me for a single second.

At some point I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, James was shaking me awake. "Belle! Belle!"

"What?" I said, jumping a little bit because I had been startled out of my sleep. "What is it, what's wrong?"

"Mark and I want to go hunting," he informed me.

I groaned. "Now? Right now?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because the call of blood is too much for me to resist," he replied with a grin.

I didn't return his grin. I did not support this plan and I wanted him to know it. "Please don't," I begged. "Please don't I'm begging you."

"But Belle, I gotta do it," he insisted, giving me those puppy dog eyes he knew I couldn't fight against. "We'll be back real quick, I promise. Just keep an eye on Jeff for me until then."

"But…but…" I sighed and reluctantly nodded. I could never really fight with him about it. I hated it when he killed people but what could I do? He wasn't ever going to stop. It was too much a part of what he was. All I could do was just hope he was as careful as possible and that he would never get caught because I wouldn't know what to do then. "Okay fine. Just hurry back, okay?"

He grinned and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry, we will."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

…

Shannon

I had no real idea where the hell I was anymore. Shane and I were going to go get more beer but that idea had gone out the window when…well I don't know why that idea had ended. I was way too far gone to really think any kind of coherent thought. What I did know was that I had wandered into an alley because Shane had gone into a gas station so he could take a piss. I would have gone in there too but the clerk kept glaring at me and it seemed like he wanted to do something bad to me. So I stayed outside, stumbling all around and making such an ass out of myself that I would cringe if I remembered any of it the next morning. "Come on come on," I said impatiently. "Fuck, can't you pee any faster Shane?" I hated waiting and I tried to turn around so I could head back to make him hurry up but I lost my balance and ended up falling back behind the dumpster.

"Aw man," I groaned. It stunk back there but I couldn't get up. My world was spinning too much so I just laid my head back so maybe it would stop. It didn't work completely but it helped so I stayed there, almost passing out when I was woken back up completely by a trashcan being knocked over and a loud scream turning into a painful whimper, which was then followed by a loud laugh.

"Gotcha! Ha, surprise mother fucker!"

I blinked, surprised as hell to hear James's voice right at the moment. What the hell was he doing out there?

"Could you be any louder Lawson?" Mark asked snippily. "Jesus, we're hunting right now! Doesn't that signal to you that this is supposed to be a quiet time?"

"Ah quiet time is for stick in the muds Marky!" James replied.

I blinked some more, hesitantly peeking my head out from behind the dumpster just in time to see James-James, who was my best friend's boyfriend-stab some guy I didn't even know right in the neck. I immediately moved back into my hiding spot, my hand over my mouth which had dropped in shock. I didn't even know what to do. My alcohol fueled mind was not allowing me to think properly. Maybe I was just seeing things. Maybe James hadn't stabbed anyone at all. Or maybe it wasn't James who had done the stabbing. It could have been someone who looked and sounded like him brutally stabbing a guy just for fun. Or maybe…well fuck, I didn't know. I just stayed as still and quiet as possible, not sure about what was going on but too scared to be stupid and do anything else that could get me seen and heard. I didn't even care that Shane was probably done by now and was looking for me. I was not moving from this spot and that was that.