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I put on a beige dress peppered in red little flowers and slid on some brown boots. I slid on my brown heart shaped necklace and some bracelets. I looked at myself in the mirror.

"Oh what the fuck am I doing?" I asked myself. Should I even go to this thing? I looked around my room and realized maybe it was a good idea. At least I wouldn't be alone tonight. Who knows if Henry will be able to make it here tonight. Knowing Butch, he's going to be all over him like a hawk.

Normal POV

Henry lied on his stomach while his wounds healed. Once he finished warning Pat and Vic of the clowns return, he had gone home to change clothes. He was hoping to get together with them later and talk about how they were going to fight this thing, but his father was there.

"Where you going?" he asked from his throne, the couch, a beer in his hand.

"Out." Henry replied coldly and his dad glared.

"Where you going out to, huh? Pat and Vic are still at work. You ain't got any other friends." he snapped. Henry was glaring at him for a long moment and Butch sensed a challenge.

"You need another lesson taught to you boy?" he asked.

So now Henry was lying on his bed shaking with uncontrollable rage. He had to do something about his dad.

"He's going to keep you from Faline." Laughed Lance. Henry sat up quickly and looked around to his TV. When did that cut on? "Faline's going to break up with you and she's going to move to college and hang with some brothers." Henry blinked furiously at the form of Lance sitting on the school bleachers with other children.

"He's in the way… He's in the way… What do we do when people get in our way?" Lance asked.

"Kill them." The children replied happily in unison. "Kill them! Kill them! Kill them!"

"Faline will leave you. You'll be all alone Henry. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him!" the voices chanted in his mind and Henry just stared at the screen for a moment. His mind was heavy and as the chanting continued, everything played like a movie in his head. His had hitting him, beating him, whipping him, punching him, shooting at him, Faline beneath Henry's body crying begging for him to stop hurting her, her smile, her tears, her fear, her back to him as she walks away. He's yelling for her to come back.

"KILL HIM, KILL HIM, KILL HIM!" the voices chanted. Henry didn't even realize he was standing behind his father's couch. He didn't even register his snoring or even the large switch blade in his hand right hand.

"Kill him." Faline's voice whispered seductively in his mind. Henry's eyes widened as he lashed his left hand out and gripped his father's scalp while his other hand scraped the knife violently across his neck. His flesh ripped so easily. It was so easy. How could he not have done this before? Blood sprayed across Henry's face as he continued. Butch Bower's body convulsed and shook and he attempted to weakly stop his son, but it was too late. His hands fell over the arms of the couch, blood dripping slowly down onto the ground. Henry's eyes fluttered close in absolute lust as he had never felt such pleasure.

"Henry." Someone whispered and he looked over his shoulder and before he could make out what was going on, a creature in white roared and was shaking through the air aiming directly for Henry's screaming mouth. His body jerked and convulsed a bit as he gripped his hair and bending over in pain. His eyes shut tight trying to figure out what was going on. Slowly his shaking stopped and he leaned back up smoothly, eyes a honey gold and dangerous and he looks up at the ceiling.

"Oh yeah." he says in a deathly tone.

Faline's POV

I could see Sally's house up the road and so I decided to park three houses down since the street was filled with teenager's and cars. I began walking toward the streets. There was music blasting and kids were entering Sally's house.

"Remember I am here to have fun." I remind myself. As I grow closer to the house, students from school smiled and waved and said hi and I smiled and said hi back. The house was big and once I entered there was nothing but hormones and testosterone raging about. Couples made out on the couch, there was drinking and smoking involved and people dancing. Exactly what I expected at a party like this.

"Faline!" I hear Sally call out. I look at her to see she's in a short skirt and pink tank top. She had sunglasses on her head and beads around her neck. A red cup was in her hand. "I'm so glad you came.!"

"Oh who invited her?" I hear Gretta call out from the living room.

"You're still alive?" I asked out loud, but no one could hear me or was even paying attention due to the music, dancing and alcohol.

"Oh ignore her. I'm glad you came!" Sally said with a bit of slur in her tone and she wrapped her arm around my neck yanking me down some with her body weight. "Lance! Lance your girlfriend is here!"

"Sally, don't!" I snapped.

"So you finally made it," I hear Lance from behind touching both the smalls of Sally and my back, "it's good you finally ditched Bowers."

"I haven't ditched anyone." I said and he just laughed.

"Loosen up, Faline. It's a party!" he yelled out and as he did that the music got higher and everyone cheered at the loudness. I already felt out of place. It had to be because I was without my friends or Henry. I had to get away from the loudness. I moved from the front door and up the stairs. As I looked up, I saw a flash of red. My body froze and I felt immediately stiff as the familiar shiver went up my spine.

"Axel." I whispered and hurried up the stairs and passed all the teens making out and conversing. I moved to the nearest room and opened it to see some guy humping the shit out of some girl.

"Hey!" they both screamed and I closed the door immediately and I moved down the hall. This house was big. I moved further down the hall looking into rooms until I noticed one door shut quickly. I paused and stared at the door. No fear. My fists clenched and I tried to tap into whatever powers I had.

"I am not afraid." I say to myself and I open the door to big room, the parents no doubt. There's a king size bed on my right and in front of it was a closet. There's a big bathroom on my immediate right and across from me is a window. Beside the closet on its left is a large dresser. I walked inside and looked around. He's hiding, I know he is. He's trying to create fear in me.

"You can come out." I said out loud.

"Or I can just come in."

I jump and turn to see Lance stepping in. I rolled my eyes.

"I wasn't talking to you." I said noticing he started to close the door behind himself and lock it. I glared now. "What are you doing, you shouldn't be in here."

"Oh come on Faline. It's time to stop playing this cat and mouse game." he said lowly and I just looked him up and down.

"We were never playing anything. Now move." I said going for the door, but he steps right in front of me glaring.

"You know I am so tired of your stuck-up attitude, thinking you're better than me." he said. I scoffed, there was no thinking.

"Lance, this isn't funny. If you're trying to scare me it won't work now MOVE!" I snapped and before I could think, I feel the back of his hand slice across my cheek and my feet spin and stumble over one another. I fall on the ground, my arms grabbing the blankets of the bed. I shook my head trying to figure out what just happened. I looked up at Lance. "Have you lost your mind!" He was moving over me quickly. I try to stand but my mind is blurred from that first smack. He grabs my shoulders hard and I start to struggle hard.

"I may not be able to get to that hillbilly mother fucker, but I can sure fuck his bitch." he said venomously. My eyes widened at his words and now I begin to kick and scream again him.

"No! NO! LET ME GO!" I screamed as he bends me back onto the bed crawling on top of me. His weight pushes me down immediately and I am pinned beneath his body. My brain is telling me there was no lifting him. I feel his lips pressing into my cheeks and my neck. "Stop it! Help! Let me go!" The musis is loud, I can even hear it. That just meant no one could hear me.

I'm answered with another back hand and my face whips to the right and I peak my eyes open as I feel his hands pawing at me. My vision's blurry once again and I look over at the closet to see a pair of eyes peeking out at me, blue innocent eyes that suddenly fade into a deep gold. Now my eyes are widened as I shake my head and I start to push at Lance.

"Lance, stop! Get off! Lance get up, stop please! Get off!" I yell frantically, pushing at his chest, my eyes not leaving the closet as I know what is behind them.

"Oh yeah I like it rough." Lance growls as I beat on his chest. A low guttural noise stops him and he finally looks over at the closet as well and in a flash the closet breaks open and a small white flash runs across the room, black claws out, eyes crossed outward.

"RRAAAAWWWWRR!" he yells and both Lance and I scream as the young clown immediately jumps on Lance's face. My eyes widen and I scream hard as his body flies off me pawing at the thing on his face, but all I see is blood painting the room and I sit up and just scream shaking as I see claws tearing flesh and I watch the clown's jaws tear past his lips, and bite directly down on Lance's forehead and I just scream even louder, face shaking in utter fear.