Planning one's death was quite the event.
Or, it was to Veronica Lodge.
If she was passing from the mortal world to the land of the undead, she was going to do it perfectly and with impeccable style. She was going to figure out the best dress to wear, the perfect way to go (nothing painful, of course), and the best time to do so.
She was currently musing on whether or not to inform Nicky, but then again, it was logical that he assumed she'd be taking it. Nick placed his bets carefully had he rarely ever lost.
In the background, her mother was fluttering about like a nervous hummingbird, preparing things for her father's arrival.
"Yes, we wouldn't want to make Daddy angry," Veronica rolled her eyes after her mother insisted that all the blood crafts needed to be of pure blood. There (apparently) was indeed designer or expensive blood, compared to what the plebeians drank.
Why should she expect differently?
"Veronica, really!" Her mother huffed, "He's your father and he loves you. Not the Godfather. He just wants a nice welcome home."
Veronica put on her best faux docile smile, "Oh, he'll get one. Don't worry, Mom. I was just being snarky."
Her mother, so preoccupied with making sure nothing was dusty or dirty, took it at face value.
Veronica halfway wondered if she wasn't so worried about her Daddy coming home if her mother would even notice that she was off lately. She decided yes, of course, she would.
Hermione was her mother after all.
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Three days after everything went down was the most awkward family dinner Betty had ever had.
Or, well, maybe the second or third worst. The Coopers really knew how to make a good time feel like a bad time.
Her mother, her father, her, Polly, Grandma Smith...and Jason.
The boy who got Hal's first-born daughter pregnant.
And if that wasn't enough, he was a vampire who got his daughter pregnant. Like a stereotype of every bad supernatural romance.
But, her father seemed ready to hear the truth. All of it.
"I need to know it."
"I thought that Penelope..."
"I suspected, but come on," Hal gave a forced laugh, "It's weird to hear it confirmed."
So, the dinner went like this, as a cliff notes version.
Betty is a witch. Polly was almost a witch, but Alice suppressed it. The witch genetics came from Hal's side, and now they knew, as a line of the Blossom coven.Jason is a vampire. No, he wasn't one before. "How'd you manage that, Betty?" "Honestly Dad, I really have no idea." Cheryl and Penelope are witches. The men don't express the gene but still have it. So, if Hal had been a girl, he would have been a witch. Though, Jason gave up his witchiness when he tried to run. So.There are warlocks, but Betty's only ever met one, and no, she's not sure how that goes either. The McCoys are sirens. And there are a few others.Archie and Mary are Grimms, not-quite-humans that were tasked to kill supernaturals. They're okay now.Dilton is just really good at digging and conspiraciesMidge and the Klumps are FaeThe Lodges are vampires Kellers are supposed to be a magical bridge, but the Sheriff sort of sucks at thatFinally, the Serpents are all werewolves.
"Wait, doesn't that mean-," Hal began.
"That about does it!" Alice spoke over him, in a tone she often used to say 'This conversation is done'.
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Blood of My Blood, Flesh of My Flesh (Bughead)
Horror"Congrats, you're a werewolf. I would have gotten you a hallmark card, but they seemed to be fresh out of this kind." // The Serpents are werewolves, Betty is a witch, and Jason's death marked the start of the descent into a war that will shake Rive...
