Glory

the Party don't start till the blood shed begins

        "Why did you ask for Scott to help me." I said to Chris as soon as I walked through the door. "I waited for you." he replied. "I decided to walk home. Clear my head." I crossed my arms. "I didn't want their help." I said. "And why is that." he asked. Sitting on his desk. "Their supernatural. Hunters are not friends with them." I said. "You taught us that. All the children you and my father trained and taught, you taught us to dispise them. They are nothing but destruction! They killed Victoria! They killed Kate!" they killed Allison.
        "Scott and his friends did not kill Victoria and Kate. Peter Hale did. Scott helped protect us." he said. We were inches apart "They are monsters."
"Not all monsters, do monsterious things." he counter commented. "You've changed." I said. I was in complete disbelief. The man who was ruthless to the monsters we were taught to hunt. I took steps away from him. "Change isn't bad, you should try it." he said. He was just as angry as I was. "I can't change." I said. My fathers voice taunting my subconscious. Hate. Destroy. They are monsters Cassio. You have to destroy all of them. They are the reason we are dying. Kill all of them.
"I know its hard to say that after what happened. With Hera." I covered my ears. No. Not Hera! "We won't take about Hera! We don't speak her name." I nearly screamed. Tears threatened. "You can talk about it." "No. No I can't. And I won't." I was turning away. I could hear him mutter. But I'd didnt know what he said. I knew I had to get away. I ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. I ran through my door and into my closet. Shutting the door behind me. I pushed a box in front of the door, to block it out. My tears ran marathons down my cheeks. Wrapping my arms around myself, I leaned against the cold wall and cried.

        "Cassio! Be strong." his voice said. I was dunked under the water again. I wanted to scream, to get air. I jerked against the wooden chair. Please stop my mind screamed. Let me out! I need air! I was jerked above again. My fathers cold face watching me with hate and disgust. "You need to be strong! You are weak!" he screamed. I felt like a bottlerocket; ready to explode. I needed to be free. I started to scream. But it wasn't a scream. Something whipipped acrost my cheek. I let out a cry.         "Daddy..." I whispered. "Stop! You are not my daughter till your better, stronger, a hunter!" I felt the whip again. I screamed. Then I was underwater.

        Gasping for breath I awoke back in reality. I was covered in cold sweat. shaking. Always hated that memory. I pulled myself together and crawled out of my closet, running face first into a lavender pair of heels. I looked up. "Hi, Lydia. Why are you here." I asked. Still on my hands and knees. "Why were you in the closet?" she asked. Crossing her arms. "I...dropped an earring." I said. My cheeks hot with embarrassment. "Well get up, cause I'm taking you out." she said walking around me into my closet. I sat on my butt and watched her. "Out where?" I asked.
         Lydia was rummaging through my closet. "Do you not even own a skirt?!" she huffed. "Im more of a pants kinda girl." I said dryly. "Alright, game change. Get up your coming with me. " she said. I hopped up and followed her out. "Thanks Mr. Argent." Lydia said walking out. I looked at him, I walked over, swallowing my pride. "Im sorry, about earlier. " I said looking at my feet. He kissed my head. Taken back by the affection. "Dont worry. " he said. After that we left.

        I sat on Lydia's bed while she rummaged through her own clothes. She tossed me a black dress. "Put this on." she said. I held up the black cloth. "This is a dress?" I asked. "Its half of one. Put it on." she said. I walked into the bathroom. I slipped off all my clothes. I slipped on the clingy material. Ohmygod. I walked out of the bathroom. "Lydia, I look like a prostitute. " I said.
         I yanked down the dress to cover more of my thighs. "You look great!" she beamed. "And I am wearing this to a house party? I've never been to a house party, but I'm positive this is over dressed." I said. Motioning to my clothes. "Actually you are underdressed. " she said. "Clearly! I'm wearing an eye patch." I said. "Trust me." Lydia said, grabbing my arm, "alright, let me work my magic." she wiggled her fingers and smiled like the devil.

        Lydia and I stepped into the crowded foyer, surrounded by people. Drunk, half dressed people. I was overdressed. I watched as Lydia wondered away, leaving me to fend for myself. Ive been tortured for training but this I was never prepared for. I ended up in the kitchen. It was less crowded, easier to breathe. I signed and looked at all the people around me. These were people I went to school with? "You look as lost as I am." Malia appeared next to me.
        Her brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail. "I mean, I've been to dance clubs in mexico, but their was a lot more breathing room, I'm used to the forest, not a cramp house full of sweaty horny people. " I could understand the smell she was talking about. "Also, just because I'm a coyote wolf, doesn't mean I'm not a person." she said. Turning to me. "The people who raised me would have begged a differ." I muttered. "There is absolutely no point in muttering when your with a wolf. " she said. Her eyes narrowed. "why are you here?" I asked. I turned my attention towards her. "talking to me, I'm sure your not stupid enough to not know how I feel about supernaturals." I said. She laughed humorously. "Im trying to figure you out." she said. "What is there to figure out?" I asked. "I'm a hunter." she sniffed. "But your different. I've smelt hunters, you don't smell like the ones in mexico." she said. "Well we are in California. Some people smell different. " I replied. "well you do smell different." she said. "What are you?" she asked.
         I really wish she would stop asking questions. "A pissed of teenage humangirl. Now please stop asking me what I am. Some people find it rude. " I said. "Well I don't care what's rude. I'm confused about you soI'm gonna ask questions. " she said. I laughed. "Your quite honest." I said. She smiled back, and walked out of the kitchen. Then Liam walked in. "You don't have to run away, I'm not going to bite." he said. "Well that's a relief." I said, he laughed. Now that I was closer he had a slight gap between his teeth. "So I've noticed, your a freshman, but you take junior classes. Why is that? " he asked, leaning against the counter next to me. He was dressed in all black.
        Even after out argument in the hall, I still cant help but feel attracted to him. It left me completely sputtering in my tracks. "Im just smart. My father wanted me to be brilliant, so I guess it paid off." I said. Frowning at the memory of my father. "I didn't mean to say something to upset you." he said. I smiled at him. "its no problem. You didn't do anything wrong. " I said. "Well we didn't leave on best terms in the hall." he said. He completely left me baffled. Suddenly the he kitchen was crowded again, I was being knocked around and into people. I felt someone grab my hand and pull me. Calloused hands, Liam's hands. More people had showed up. It was the party from project X. It was out of control. Lil Jon:get out of your mind was pounding through the speakers. Liam was still guiding me through the living room, with one quick shove I was flushed against Liam.
         His solid body was warm. My face instantly got hot and I jerked myself back. Liam smiled with humor. The song Gas Pedal started to play. Liam smiled huge and laughed. "This is my song!" he yelled, he started shaking his shoulders and waving his arms. I stood and watched him with a smile. Then the song was slow he started moving his hips in circles with his arms behind his head. I was laughing so hard I was about to ruin the makeup Lydia put on me.
         "Dont let me be the only one to dance! " he said, dancing to the chorus. "I can't dance!" I called back. He walked over to me moving his shoulders with subduction. My body became 10 degree warmer. He grabbed my arms and started to move them so I was shaking my shoulders. I then eventually the rest of my body caught up. I was dancing! "Im dancing!" I screamed in excitement. "You are! Not bad either!" he called back. The song "Bitch I'm Madonna" sprang to life. This was a song I knew and I was excited to hear it. I started to move on my own. I took of my black jacket, which had concealed my knives that were held in a belt against my back. But it was too dark for anyone to really pay attention to. I moved against Liam with strange comfort. As the bass dropped at the end their was a blood curtling scream. Lydia!

Heyyy! Their actually a video where dylan dances against max and thats what I based the scene off of, but its nowhere to be found on youtube, but it us on tumblr. Pretty much all you have to do to find it would be under #dylan sprayberry and you would click the sidebar to put it to video, youll have to scroll down a bit but the title will be under 'dylan sprayberry vs max carver' then 'dance-off at beacon chills con 2014' if anyone can find the video on youtube i would greatly appreciate it so i can blog it with this story.

thank you! (link down below)

http://pizzanirvvana.tumblr.com/post/112931771500/wckdgreenie-max-carver-vs-dylan-sp