A Victim

Chap 9

Alexis' POV
The magician we hired held up the ring Arely and I were standing in. The ring held a long curtain. After ten seconds, he drop the ring. Arely and I had our costume on. Arely had on a red dress with slits, black heels, her demon horns, and her little septor. I had on a silver dress with a slit up the left leg, silver heels, and my angel wings. Dad handed us each a microphone.
"Good evening, everyone," I smiled looking at the crowd.
"Thank you for coming out to our Supernatural themed eighteenth party," Arely smiled. "As you can see, I'm dressed as a devil and Alexis is an angel."
"For your birthday, I brought in three special guests," Dad smiled standing between us. "It was hard the find the three of them BUT they agreed to fly here from Vancouver."
"You didn't," I smiled.
"I did," Dad nodded and smiled.
"Am I the only one that doesn't know what's going on?" Arely asked.
"Dad got three cast members from Supernatural to come," I squealed.
"Well, nothing gets past you," Dad smiled. Jensen, Jared, and Misha walked onstage and gave us each a hug. "Happy birthday Alexis and Arely."
"Thanks Dad," Arely and I said in unison.
"Well, Arely and I were going to sing a song," I smiled. "Will you like to sing with us?"
"Sure," Jensen said as Dad handed them each a mic. "We might not be the best singers but we'll sing with the birthday girls." I smiled. "What's the name of the song?"
"Eye Of The Tiger by Survivor," Arely smiled as the song started. "Jump in when you can."
"Jensen, I know you know the song," I smiled.
"Risin' up, back on the street. Did my time, took my chances," Arely sang. "Went the distance, now I'm back on my feet. Just a girl and her will to survive."
"So many times, it happens too fast. You trade your passion for glory," sang Jensen. "Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past. You must fight just to keep them alive."
"It's the eye of the tiger. It's the thrill of the fight. Risin' up to the challenge of our rival," we sang. "And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night. And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger."
"Face to face, out in the heat. Hangin' tough, stayin' hungry," sang Misha and Jared. "They stack the odds, still we take to the street. For the kill with the skill to survive."
"It's the eye of the tiger. It's the thrill of the fight. Risin' up to the challenge of our rival," we sang. "And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night. And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger."
"Risin' up straight to the top. Had the guts, got the glory," I sang. "Went the distance, now I'm not gonna stop. Just a girl and her will to survive."
"It's the eye of the tiger. It's the thrill of the fight. Risin' up to the challenge of our rival," we sang. "And the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night. And he's watching us all with the eye of the tiger."
"The eye of the tiger," Jensen sang.
"The eye of the tiger," Misha sang.
"The eye of the tiger," sang Jared
"The eye of the tiger," Arely and I sang as the song faded out.
The guests clapped. "Well, no one said you can sing," Dad said as he got onstage with us.
"If you haven't forgotten I was in NYC for seven years," I smiled. "Uncle Joe enrolled me into private vocal lessons on top of the choir classes I had in middle and high school."
"Aren't you the girl who sang at the Hunter Hayes concert last week?" Misha asked pointing at me.
I nodded, "Only part of Wanted." Arely and I joined the party in our costumes for a while. "You think it's time to change?"
Never Be Replaced by First Lady started played and Jared and Jensen walked up to us. "May I have this dance?" Jensen asked Arely.
Arely looked at me. "We can change after we dance," Arely smiled.
"Okay," I nodded as Arely got on the dance floor with Jensen. Drew walked over to me. "Don't sweat it, Drew. You already have her heart."
"I'm not worried," Drew crossed his arms.
"Sure you are," I nodded.
"Alexis, may I have this dance with you?" Jared asked.
"Yeah," I nodded. We got on the dance floor. I had to basically hug Jared to dance but we held hands: my right hand and his left hand. "Okay, how tall are you?"
"6'4"," Jared replied. "You?"
"In these heels I'm 5'6"," I nodded. "I'm originally 5'0"." I smiled. "Your 6'4" isn't really working with my 5'6" right now. "
"May I cut in?" Misha asked.
"Yeah," Jared smiled.
"Thank you," Misha nodded as Jared walked off. Misha put his hands on my waist as I put mine in guys shoulders. I was smiling. "What?"
"You're a good height," I nodded.
"Better than Jared's 6'4"?" Misha asked and I nodded. "Are you a little nervous?"
"No," I nodded. "I'm fine."
"Who's your favorite character in Supernatural?" Misha asked.
"Oh, come on," I sighed. "You can expect me to choose."
"Actually, I do," Misha nodded.
"Sam is my favorite character but your my favorite angel," I smiled. "Fair enough?"
"Yeah," Misha smiled. "That's fair."
The song ended as we let go of each other. "You're welcome to stay for the party," I smiled.
"Let's change," Arely said dragging me behind her by my wrist. "Come on."
"You're welcome to stay, Misha," I called behind me. We got into the room. "I was conversing."