Ethan = Eden

Benny = Betty

Sarah = Sam

Erica = Eric

Rory = Rosy

Jane = James

This won't be completely similar to the episodes or the plot. Since this is an alternate universe, I'm putting my own spin on it.

"Eric, come on. You've never wanted to play basketball before," Sam reasoned with his fellow vampire friend.

The basketball team, including the captain, Steven, was recruiting new members at a table they had set up in the school hallway. Eric had just been about to sign up himself when his friend started to protest.

"Yes, I have. I just never told you. And now that I'm stronger and faster, I can join the team. Besides," Eric smiled sinisterly, "those guys have been telling me to bite them for years." He let his fangs shoot out as he gave Sam a knowing look.

Sam was an introvert with hair only a few shades darker than his light brown skin. Eric was a blond who had been a total pushover before growing a new set of teeth. Each had handsome features and a cool vibe that made them popular with the girls.

"Put those away before someone sees," Sam berated. "And I don't think that's what they had in mind."

"Who's going to miss just one?" Eric chuckled connivingly.

"I will!" Betty cried, her and Eden walking up from behind the two vampires.

Betty was wearing one of her signature striped shirts. The shirt she had chosen for today was blue and white. Her wavy, dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail for practicality.

Eden's face was a little longer than Betty's and not quite as wide. Her hair, the same color as her friend's, ended an inch above her shoulder.

Neither of them had the same beauty that could measure up to a model, but they were at least cute for a couple of geeks.

Eric hiked up the collar of his leather jacket and went retrieve a sign up sheet.

"Isn't this kind of like letting Magneto into the X-men?" Eden thought out loud, Betty nodding her agreement at the analogy.

"I assume that's 'geek' for a fox in a hen house," Sam said. "If you have any ideas on how to stop him, I'm all ears."

"Why don't you join, Sam? You're athletic."

"But the guys on that team are jerks."

Betty snorted. "Then, looks like you'll fit in perfectly."

Sam glared. "You must really miss those days where I dumped your bag in the trashcan."

"Actually," Eden corrected. "It was mostly my bag you dumped in there."

"And right now, I'm tempted to do it again." At that, Sam left to sign up for the team.

"You know something? I think Sam could use some back up. Why don't we go watch all of the boys try out in case something happens?" Betty said, her true intentions written clear across her face.

Eden rolled her eyes. "I think Sam can take care of it." She moved a little to the side, unintentionally stepping into Eric's way and bumping into him.

"Watch it!" Eric told her off.

He continued down the hallway, unaware he had triggered another one of Eden's visions with his touch.

Eden's eyes went a glowing white as the vision began.

She saw Eric as he was before becoming a vampire. He walked down the halls with his head down, wearing glasses and a nerdy sweater vest. The captain of the basketball team shoved him into a locker, laughing as Eric dropped all of his books. His glasses flew from his face. Eric cried out when Steven crushed them under his foot. There was more cruel laughing as Eden's vision faded into a close-up of Eric in a basketball uniform. He was hissing, eyes vampire yellow, fangs out, ready to suck blood.

The vision ended. Eden gasped out a breath. "Wow. Oh my gosh! Betty, I just had a vision."

"Me, too! Mine was about the whole basketball team fighting over me."

"I'm talking about a real vision. Eric's out for Steven's blood."

"See! We have to protect those poor, innocent, hot jocks!" Betty cried, jumping at this new opportunity. "I did mention that they were hot, right?"

"I don't know, Betty. I mean, Sam should be able to handle him."

"If we do this, we'd get to watch Sam play. Think of it. Him sweating, being all athletic."

Eden smiled at the thought. "I mean, it would be irresponsible not to keep an eye on them."

"Yes!" Betty celebrated. "We can't just watch the try outs, though."

"What do you mean? What else would we do?"

"Something that'll let us stay close to them."

Ten minutes later, both Eden and Betty were walking towards the gym wearing boy shorts, baggy T-shirts, and wigs with short hair.

"This is a terrible idea. It's never going to work!" Eden whispered to Betty.

"Relax. We look boyish enough."

"Who is stupid enough to think we're guys?"

"Hey, boys," their friend Rosy said as they passed her in the halls. "I haven't seen you around. Are you new?" She curled her hair around her finger shyly.

"Yeah," Betty said in a deep voice. "I'm Benny. And this is. . ."

"Ethan," Eden finished for her in her own boy voice.

"Thanks for telling me. Much better than remembering Hottie 1," she batted her eyelashes at Betty before looking over at Eden, "and Hottie 2. Well, I better go. I hope I see you around."

"That was weird," Betty said shortly after Rosy had gone. She was quick to throw Eden a smug grin.

"Fine," Eden complied. "Might as well try. But it's only to make sure no one gets hurt."

"Yes! That's my boy!"

Eden didn't need a vision to know she was going to regret this.

Betty and Eden watched as the boys bounced balls back and forth and practiced their long-distance shots.

"I can't believe we beat out forty guys for spots on this team," Eden said, proud of the athleticism she didn't know she possessed.

Betty nodded. "Never underestimate the power of a good fall-on-your-face spell."

Eden's smile faltered. "What?"

Betty's brows furrowed in confusion. "You didn't actually think we were better than them?"

"No!" Eden denied. "It's just that. . .I came close to making that one shot."

"Hey! Benny! Ethan! Get over here!" Steven shouted.

"Right!"

"Coming!"

Eden could see Eric and Sam struggling not to laugh. Had they figured it out? Were they that obvious?

"Okay, spread out!" Steven ordered. "Get ready to hustle!"

Eden gulped, realizing she couldn't even recall the rules of basketball.

Everyone started running around.

What was she supposed to do?

Eden was mulling over how basketball worked when she saw Steven dashing straight towards her with the ball. She tried to dive into his path, but another vision took over the second they made contact.

Someone was cheering something. There were students in the stands. Each of them lost consciousness at the exact same time. Suddenly, she saw Sam. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and, just like the students before, he fainted.

The vision ended. The next thing she knew, she was on the floor. Her head was killing her and her ankle hurt badly. What was this? She didn't remember there being tackling in basketball.

"Practice is over! Hit the showers guys!" yelled Steven. He sent an intense glare Eden's way. "You better look like shaping up if you want to be on this team! I'm not letting anyone ruin this for me!"

"Hey!" said Sam, "Calm down. It's only day one of practice!"

Steven looked like he was ready to kill. Eden was relieved when he stormed off, leaving no crime scene with her as the victim behind.

"You okay?" Sam asked her, his expression unreadable. Betty had run up next to him with a look of concern pointed at Eden.

"Yeah, man. I'm good," Eden replied in her boy voice.

"Eden, I'm not stupid like your loser friends."

"Hey!" Betty yelled.

"I know it's you. What are you doing?"

"Look, Sam. You can't tell anyone about this. I just had a terrible vision."

"Can't be any worse than mine. Why is it that you look better as a boy than you do a girl?" He bent down to help her up. She tensed at his touch. Her heart skipped a beat.

Once she was stood, Eden started to pull away. But as soon as she put weight on her left foot, she lost her balance. Sam hurried to catch her. "You're hurt. Let's go to the nurse's office."

"I'm fine, Sam."

"You were just tackled. And you're too weak to take an actual hit."

"I'm not weak!" Eden said, defensively.

"Let me feel your head."

Eden held her breath as Sam's fingers found their way to the top of her scalp. She wished she weren't wearing a wig so it could be her actual hair Sam was touching.

"Ow!" Eden cried out when Sam pushed against her injury. Way to ruin the moment for her! "That hurt!"

"See! I barely touched you."

"You. . .you just. . ." Eden fumbled for an excuse ". . . you don't know your own strength anymore."

"Or you have a concussion."

"I didn't hit the floor that hard."

Sam sighed in frustration. "If you insist on being stubborn, then at least let me make sure you're ankle isn't sprained."

"You're going to touch my ankle?" Eden failed to keep the nerves out of her voice.

"What? Scared I'll bite it?" he asked, fangs out as he raised his eyebrows.

Eden stared at the floor. "Why do you even care?"

"Is it that weird? We're friends now, aren't we?"

Eden pondered whether to be excited that Sam considered her a friend or disappointed.

He guided her to the stands, so Eden could sit. He kneeled down in front of her. Eden watched him untie her laces and pull off her shoe, her sock following shortly after. Eden was suddenly self-conscious of her feet.

"Why are you so scared of the nurse's office?" Sam asked.

Betty answered, "Eden's afraid of needles."

"No, I'm not," she lied, giving Betty a look that said that's supposed to be a secret. "I just want to hurry home so I can think. Something's off about this team."

"You said you had another vision," Betty remembered. "What was it?"

"It was like Eric sucked the blood out of the entire student body, including Sam."

"That's impossible." Eden could feel the calluses of Sam's thumb when he brushed it against her ankle, checking it for signs of swelling. Eden was surprised by how gentle he was being.

"Impossible? This coming from a vampire," Eden pointed out.

"I can handle Eric on my own. Go work on your dribbling and take a cold shower."

"But what about my vision?"

"Maybe it doesn't mean what you think it means," Sam suggested. He gave her ankle one last glance before slowly lowering it to the floor. "Your ankle seems fine."

"See!"

"Whatever. Sorry for making sure it wasn't broken." Sam was always one to embrace sarcasm. "When you go home, don't sleep for a while. Just in case you have a concussion."

"Yeah, sure." Eden pretended to be indifferent about it, but she was secretly happy at the fuss he was making over her.

"I'm going to go check on Eric," he said, walking away.

"You do that."

Betty was smiling from ear to ear. "And there goes your future husband," she whispered.

It was the next day.

Betty and Eden were just walking out of the lunchline, carrying lunch trays filled with less than appetizing food.

"Basketball is so hard," Betty complained. "How am I supposed to take the ball when all of those boys are so much bigger than me?"

"I don't understand why I can't make a basket. It's basically physics, and I'm great at that."

"Hey, guys!" Rosy greeted joyfully as she skipped her way to her friends. She had on a cheerleading outfit.

"Hey, Rosy," Eden said. "Why are you wearing that?"

"Oh. Well, being a cheerleader is the best way to meet the cute basketball players."

"But didn't they have cheerleading try outs a while ago?" Betty asked.

"They did. I borrowed one of their uniforms."

Eden questioned whether or not "borrowed" meant stole.

"Have you guys seen that hot boy on the team? His name's Benny. He's so cute!"

Betty had a chill run up her spine.

"He's so into me. I can feel it!" Rosy squealed with excitement.

"Um, I doubt that, Rosy."

"What about Ethan?" Eden asked her friend with a confident smile.

Rosy shrugged. "He's alright. I mean, he's sort of cute, but he's too thin. And he has girl eyebrows."

Eden slowly swiped her bangs forward to hide the eyebrows Rosy was unknowingly referring to. Betty was laughing.

"Dude. Liver sandwiches? That's gross." The three turned at the sound of Steven telling off the lunch lady. "How do you expect us to play when you're making us eat garbage?"

"There's some human garbage I wouldn't mind eating," Eric mumbled. Sam elbowed his side, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"These kids were here first, Steven. Go to the back of the line. I'm tired of you boys-" The lunch lady stopped her rant with a gasp as she knocked into the lunch counter. Eden could have sworn Steven's eyes had turned into a menacing red for a second there, but they were normal when she looked again.

"Try being more careful." Steven's voice went dangerously low before he strutted off with the rest of the team.

Sam stopped as they passed by Eden. "Hanging with those guys makes me want to stake myself through the heart," he told her.

"You know, it wasn't long ago you when acted like that with me."

"Yeah, but I had a valid reason for it."

Eden blinked. "What was it?"

"I'm not telling you."

"Then it must not have been that valid."

"No, it was valid," he reassured.

Eric walked back to Sam and pulled on his arm. "Come on, man."

Eden watched as Sam was begrudgingly dragged in the direction of his team.

"Okay! I want you all listening!" Steven was shouting. "This game is important! We have to win!"

"It's just a practice match with another school," Sam said.

Steven frowned hard. "We treat every game like any other, whether it's just for practice or the real thing. Make no mistake, if we don't win, you are all running laps until you drop."

Oh, yeah. That sounds like tons of fun, Eden thought. She wondered if Sam would catch her when she would inevitably collapse from hyperventilation.

"Where's the coach?" Betty asked. "I haven't seen him since we made the team."

"He came down with a flu," Steven explained to us, "so I'm in charge of the team."

Weird.

"Now, after our win, we're going to do a cheer to celebrate."

"Isn't that what the cheerleaders are for?" Betty argued.

"You ask too many questions. Shut up. This cheer is to celebrate our victory. It goes like this." He cleared his throat and began:

We're forces of nature!

That's what makes a star!

Go and call us weak!

But that's not what are!

"Got it?" He didn't wait for a response. "Good. Let's go shower. Practice is over."

Eric, Betty, Sam, and Eden stayed behind as their teammates walked away.

"I can't believe I have to spend my time with these jerks!" Sam grumbled. "And why would you two?" he said, looking at Betty and Eden. "Voluntarily?"

Betty answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Duh! Because their cute!"

"Whatever." Sam turned to Eric. "So where to next? Straight home."

Eric was glaring at the captain. "Actually, I was thinking of grabbing a bite." He walked off without another word. Sam quickly followed him.

Betty tilted her head to the side in thought. "We're forces of nature. . .that's what makes a star. . .Something about that cheer makes me feel all tingly inside."

"Sure it's the cheer and not your new girlfriend?" Eden laughed, seeing Rosy heading for them in her cheerleader uniform.

"Hey there, babe!"

Betty pretended to smile at her, then hurried out of the gym.

Rosy left, too, but not before giving "Ethan" a clear look of disinterest.

"Eric, why can't you let it go?"

"I will," Eric said to Sam, walking down the halls to find that jerk, Steven. "Right after I get my revenge."

Sam tried to convince Eric that Steven wasn't worth the effort of the bite, but Eric was too angry to listen.

"Eric, it's not right!" he insisted.

Eric turned on Sam and yelled, "And it was right of him to bully me?"

Two other students in the hall stopped to stare at Eric's outburst.

"I didn't say that," Sam whispered, noticing the looks they were getting. "I know how wronged you feel. But just because a guy shoves you around and breaks your glasses doesn't give you the right to suck him dry."

"Well, what does give me the right? Just let me get my payback, Sam."

"Eric, I can't let you go through with this."

Eric crossed his arms. He went quiet, as if considering Sam's reasoning, and sighed. "Maybe you're right."

Sam smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah." Eric stood staring at Sam for a second. Then he suddenly gasped and pointed at the space behind him. "Sam, it's a zombie!"

"Wait, what!" Sam whirled around but there was nothing there. When he looked back, Eric was gone. "I cannot believe I seriously fell for that."

Eric had run off with his vampire speed, successfully shaking off his friend. He was soon at Steven's locker, and there was the arrogant captain himself. Eric saw he had small basketball posters taped to the inside of his locker door.

Steven slowly turned around at the sound of Eric's footsteps, growing in volume as he came closer and closer. Steven looked totally unfazed by Eric's sudden appearance.

"You don't remember me, huh?"

Steven said nothing.

"You used to bully me and call me four-eyes. As you can see, I don't need my glasses anymore. I traded them for something else."

Steven raised his eyebrow.

At that, Eric opened his mouth to show off his fangs and hissed.

Steven looked surprised, but he didn't flinch or scream like Eric had been expecting. Eric went for the neck anyway.

Steven's eyes glowed red in response and Eric suddenly couldn't move or breathe or do anything.

It was like his memories and anger were being rearranged into something else.

Sam, searching for Eric, saw a flash of red. He ran towards it, unaware of the danger waiting for him ahead.

"Betty, are you sure it's the cheer giving you tingles. Maybe it's gas," Eden offered. "You did have a burrito for lunch. Remember?"

"My tingles are never wrong. And it was a taco."

The two friends were in Eden's room.

Eden's walls were covered in posters, from Star Wars to Superheroes to Dusk. Her geekiness was widespread. She loved action and romance.

"Look," Betty held out her spell book as she repeated the first part of Steven's cheer. "We're forces of nature. As in earth, air, fire, water. That's what makes a star. This isn't just some stupid victory cheer. I think it's an incantation."

Eden slowly said the cheer aloud. "We're forces of nature. That's what makes a star. Go and call us weak."

Betty joined in with her. "But that's not what we are."

"So. . .in other words," Eden said, realization dawning on the both of them, "Steven's a wizard. And that vision I had wasn't about Eric. It was about Steven."

"He's after the entire school. Eric's in for a bad surprise."

"Sam, too," Eden said in concern. Her phone suddenly chimed. She looked and saw that Sam had texted. "Sam said he's on his way over." She cringed when she read the last part of his message. "The basketball team's coming to see Benny and Ethan."

"Oh, boy."

Eden and Betty quickly put on their disguises. Eden had to pay her little brother, James, $20 to keep quiet. Plus extra not to ask questions.

"Benny, Ethan, sit down," said Steven, more kindly than he had ever spoken to either of them. The entire team had sat down and made themselves at home in Eden's living room. "We're here to have fun."

Betty and Eden were standing in the doorway, dressed in their boy disguises.

Sam stood up from the couch and excitedly made his way towards them. "Hey, guys. This is going to be so much fun."

"Fun? Sam, you hate being on this team," Eden reminded him.

He looked appalled. "Why would I hate the team? Basketball is my life!"

"Since when? Why are you acting so weird? You do know that Steven's some kind of evil wizard, right?" Eden kept her voice low, so Steven wouldn't hear her.

"The only kind of wizard Steven is, is a basketball wizard. And he's not evil. He's only mean to the people who can't dunk a ball." Sam walked back to his seat on the couch, smiling at Steven like a fanboy.

Eden was creeped out. "I think Steven cast a spell on Sam. He's not acting like himself at all."

"Do you think I could trick one of these guys into kissing me?"

"Betty!"

"Sorry. It's just their so cute. And they're all in your house. You never have boys over."

That was true. Eden hadn't thought of it before, but she actually had boys in her house! And not just any boys. Jocks!

"Can we talk to them before we save the entire school from doom?"

"But the practice match is tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's hours away. Come on, we never get to talk to boys."

Eden gave in. "Okay!"

It was morning when Eden woke up in bed. Her wig was still on, but she had changed into pajama pants and a Star Wars T-shirt. She hadn't even remembered falling asleep. "Betty!" She threw a pillow at her friend who was curled up in a sleeping bag on the floor. "Betty! Wake up!"

Betty groaned. "Ugh! I'm up! I'm up!"

It was a moment before they were both fully awake. When they looked at each other, both freaked out.

"Eden, I don't want to alarm you. But you have a mustache."

"You have glasses!"

Each ran to the mirror to see their faces, covered in doodles and drawings. Eden had a black, curled mustache above her lips. She pushed the bangs of her wig back to see a toilet on her forehead. Betty had Harry Potter glasses and a scribbly basketball on her cheek.

"My face has been graffitied!" Eden cried.

"Why'd they bother drawing on glasses?" Betty complained. "I have 20/20 vision!"

"Those boys must be stopped!"

Betty grabbed her spellbook. "Okay. Let's figure this out. Lots of spells require odd things, from the urine of a cat to the tongue of a jaguar. The spell Steven wants to cast seems to need a victory to work."

"A victory?"

"Well, whether it's the victory itself or the excited feelings of a victory, yeah. He needs a victory. That's why he wants to win the practice game."

"So he's going to use the win from the game to cast the spell and wipe out the students."

"What do we do?"

Eden looked Betty in the eyes. "We have to sabotage that game."

"But Steven will kill us if we make us lose."

"Heroes must make sacrifices."

"Wouldn't it be less painful to tie ourselves to a railroad and get hit by a train?"

"You're a witch, aren't you? Fight magic with magic."

"Why do I have to fight at all?"

There was an abrupt knock on the door.

The girls quickly took of their wigs. They couldn't do anything about their faces. Eden hoped she could come up with a passable explanation. "Come in!"

It was Betty's grandfather. "Grandpa? What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to give you these." He pulled two pairs of sneakers out of the bag he was carrying.

"Shoes?"

"They'll help you stay immune to the influence of black magic. I casted a protection spell on them for the game today. You think my hearing is so bad I couldn't tell you had those boys over last night."

"Nothing happened, Grandpa."

"I know. If it had, those boys would have been turned into pigs by now," he laughed. "Actually, I was on the basketball team in my day." He reached in the bag for an old school yearbook. He opened to a page and showed the girls a black-and-white picture of him in a basketball uniform with his team. "I was a MVP."

Betty was rolling her eyes, already having heard this story. Eden, however, stared at the picture with interest.

"There was this one boy who was desperate to be on the team, but he never made the cut. The bitterness consumed him. I wonder what happened to him." He carefully looked from Betty to Eden. "Well, I better go. Good luck on the game, Sweet Pea." He kissed his granddaughter's head and patted Eden's shoulder. "Oh, and you've got a little something on your faces." With that, he was out the door.

Eden looked back at the yearbook. "Betty, your Grandpa was cute!" she commented.

"Ew! Eden!"

Eden laughed as she glanced over the yearbook's pages. Her smile fell as she noticed something weird. She squinted her eyes at one of the pictures. It couldn't be, could it? This yearbook was decades old.

"Betty, look at this!"

Betty pushed the book away. "I don't want to know how cute he was!"

"No, this picture!"

Betty gasped. "That's Steven!"

Betty and Eden were dressed for the game. They were in the halls, gazing at the yearbook as they sought out answers.

"Steven must have despised your grandfather."

"Yeah, look what he signed," Betty said. She read what Steven had written below a picture of himself with messy hair and glasses. "I'll get you all one day. P.S. Have the worst summer ever."

"How is he still so young?"

"He must be using black magic to keep himself 17."

Eden returned her eyes to the picture of Betty's grandfather. "Okay, you're grandpa is somehow hotter than most of the boys at Whitechapel." Eden closed the book and started for the gymnasium before she could see Betty gag.

The time had come to sabotage the game.

It had been even harder than Betty and Eden had thought it would be. The mad skills of their teammates made up for the girls' terrible playing. When Betty pretended to trip, Sam had quickly scooped up the ball and made a basket. When Eden had made to shoot the ball in the other team's net, Eric had blocked her.

By the end, their team had won, and Eden and Betty had lost.

They were on the floor, exhausted from their efforts and gasping for air.

"I didn't. . .account. . .for this," said Eden between deep breaths.

Betty's speech pattern mimicked Eden's, worn out herself. "I didn't know. . .our school's team. . .was this. . .good."

"Victory cheer!" Steven yelled.

No!

All of the basketball players had begun cheering. The only exceptions were Betty and Eden. "We're forces of nature! That's what makes a star! Go and call us weak! But that's not what we are!" They continued to repeat the spell. The doors of the gymnasium suddenly shut. The lights flickered off. Steven's eyes were glowing as he began speaking latin. "Erant viribrus naturae, id est quod facit stella. . ."

Every student in the bleachers lost consciousness as they slumped against each other.

"What do we do?" Betty cried.

Steven's feet lifted off the ground, and he was now floating in the air.

Eden pulled off one of the magic shoes to throw at Sam. It was all she could think to do.

"Ow! What the heck!" Sam rubbed at his head, the magic shoe having evaporated the black magic Steven had cast on him. He looked around at the chaos before him. "What's happening?"

Yes! He snapped out of it! "Sam, do something!"

And he did. Steven was tackled to the floor. The other players stopped the cheer as they all collapsed. The lights were on again. The people in the bleachers had woken up and soon began filing out the gym, confused and disoriented.

Eric eyed his teammates lying on the ground and licked his fangs. "Nice. It's like an all-you-can-eat buffet." He looked up at his friends to see their shaking heads and repulsed expressions. "What? Like someone's actually going to miss this guy. Steven's a total. . ."

Eric stopped mid-sentence as Steven sat up. He was no longer a young, 17-year-old. He was an old man with wrinkles and grey hair.

Steven sent an intense glare filled with hatred Sam's way. "This is your fault! You stopped the cheer," he yelled, louder than Eden had ever heard him yell before. And that was saying something. "I was finally going to show people I was not someone to be messed with, and you ruined it!"

Steven bellowed out a war cry. He conjured up a knife and threw it at Sam.

Eden jumped in front of it to protect him. She blocked her face with her arms and readied herself for the pain, but the knife stopped inches short of her. It floated in the air for a few seconds before falling to the ground with a clang. Eden sighed in relief.

Betty's grandfather had walked down from the bleachers. His hand was held out, apparently having been the one to stop the knife with magic. He lowered his arm and stared down at his former classmate.

Sam was grabbing Eden's shoulders and pulling her away from the team's captain.

"Poor Steven. I remember how mean folks were to you then." Betty's grandfather shook his head sympathetically. He turned his back just as Steven stood up and lunged to attack him. Betty's grandfather was too fast. He lifted a finger and zapped Steven with magic, making him once again crumple to the floor. "What I forgot was that you deserved it!"

"Nice, Dude," Eric said, satisfied with this outcome.

Eden cheered along with Betty when Sam punched her arm.

"Ouch!"

"Are you an idiot!" Sam scolded. "Why would you jump in front of me like that? I'm a vampire. I would have been fine."

"Sorry. It was instinct. I didn't want you getting hurt," Eden said, honestly. "And technically speaking, you're a fledgling."

"Don't do it again, geek!" he ordered firmly.

Betty groaned from beside them. "I am so done with basketball," she said, tossing her wig off.

"Agreed," Eden nodded.

Hope you enjoyed. Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

I'll try to have the next chapter up soon.