Raising the Alpha

Chapter Twenty One: All Hallows Eve

Scarlett

"Do you like it?" I asked Wyatt as I stepped from my room into the den with a seductive flair. I leaned against the wall and turned my head to look at him.

Wyatt blinked a few times. "Wow." He blinked again. "I mean yes. I like it." His eyes drank in my image, from my red stilettos, up the extended side split in my sparkling red dress, and settling on my long, copper colored wig.

"Sexy, right?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Then I giggled. "I can't believe you actually dressed as Roger!"

Wyatt smirked at me. "Well, it'd be silly if Jessica was without Roger, don't you think?"

I had to agree. Wyatt stood and I took his arm as we walked out to his car. I was so excited for this dance! After everything, we deserved to enjoy this night. Especially those of us closest to Diana. I wondered how Sawyer was coping. I thought about all of us and finally decided that I was worst at dealing with this. Lydia was ignoring it, Athena and Phoebe were wrapped up in their relationships, and me? I killed someone.

And to top it all off, Mr. Hernanchez still hadn't found a way to put Rex back to sleep. I just hoped that we could have a little bit of peace and serenity before we had to risk our lives again (which I was one hundred percent sure was required).

The school did a fantastic job of decorating the gym. There were mannequins dressed as famous Halloween icons lining the hall: Michael Meyers, Freddy Krueger, Jason Voorhees...I stopped dead in my tracks. At the end of the hall, right next to the door, was Pyramid Head from Silent Hill.

"You okay?" Wyatt asked. He looked slightly amused at my terror.

"Umm, well..." I exhaled deeply and grabbed Wyatt's hand. I used my superhuman speed to get us inside and past Pyramid Head. Even though I was a vampire now and could probably take down a real life Pyramid Head, I was still completely scared of him.

We looked around inside. Black, orange, and purple streamers were strung across the top. A disco ball hung in the center while gauze ghosts hung randomly around. There were several more mannequins miscellaneously placed along the sides. Deep blue lighting and smoke machines created a dark vibe, but everyone was dancing and having a good time.

I pulled Wyatt onto the dance floor.

Damian

I waited impatiently at the foot of the stairs. Lydia was still getting ready. We started getting ready earlier, but when Lydia found out that Tyler was no longer dressing as Gatsby, she had to be Daisy Buchanan and therefore I had to be Gatsby. The pink suit was suffocating me. I hated dress clothes, but it meant so much to her so I went along with it. I was about to yell for her to get with it when she appeared at the top of the stairs.

She looked...amazing. She had tucked her hair under a short, blonde wig styled in a castle bob with a jeweled head band running across her forehead. She was wearing a loose fitting dress that was covered in silver jewels. Matching gloves ran from her finger tips to her elbows and she wore glittering, short-heeled pumps with rounded toes. And to complete the look, she painted a small beauty mark on her right cheek. She was the perfect image of Daisy Buchanan and I wondered if my Gatsby was near good enough to be next to her.

"Do you like it?" she asked excitedly as she hopped down the stairs.

I smiled broadly and took her arm, "To say that I liked it would be an understatement."

Her cheeks turned a deep red. I wasn't concerned with being late to the dance anymore. I had the best date of all. I had a feeling that tonight would be good. Lydia's hand was small and soft in mine as I took it. She was smiling and it was real and genuine.