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>Be Mike again
>You’re standing a good 20 feet away away from Lydia Penferth, after she just offered you to join her
>Well?
>What’s the call, chief?
>The world’s about to change — and not in your favor
>The lion’s eyes go soft for a moment
>”I know this is hard for you. What I’m asking isn’t easy, but nothing worth doing is easy to begin with. I mean, what would your weirdo friends think?”
“I don’t care what they think. At least, not anymore. Fuck ‘em. And fuck everything else too. Fuck this whole town,” you say with finality
>”That’s what I like to hear from you.” Lydia raises her head a bit, and you can see her many chains and piercings sway with her. “That’s the Halloween spirit.”
“Fuck Halloween too. All I wanted to do was smash some pumpkins and drink some beer and now I have to be this… thing-”
>Lydia cuts in
>”You can do all of that. We’ll even help you! And after Hallow’s Eve comes to pass, there will be more drinking and debauchery than you could ever dream of!”
>That does sound… tempting, eternal hedonism and all
>You recall a discussion in Anon’s car last Friday where you proudly (and drunkenly) announced your intent to ‘berry ur dick in some fine wimmin’ or something to that extent
>Lydia’s offer is starting to make sense. You could probably do well if you joined them
>IF you joined… you’d know everything
>You’d know Anon has the Book of Rite with him, that he’s planning on stopping things
>You were too, at one point
>Before Anonymous let you down and shattered your dreams
>Before you turned into this… this fucking… thing
>This shadow of who you once were…
>…This edgy faggot who hates everyone and everything like some kind of bad Sonic OC
>What happened to ‘doing something that mattered’?
>NONE OF THIS SHIT MATTERS ANYMORE
>A dark wind blows, and you can feel it roll across your paled skin, prompting goose pimples
>Everything feels so much sharper now that you’re a vampire
>You hear minute details, like blood pumping in someone’s veins
>The gentlest breeze lights up a million different nerves on your body
>Your vision is impeccable — you can see that slight smile playing on Lydia’s pierced upper lip
>You’re the ultimate badass now
>A perfect predator
>A killing machine, if you so wanted it
>But you don’t want it
>Right now you want only one thing
>And that’s to break every finger of the hand that dealt this to you

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“You know, I haven’t exactly enjoyed being a vampire. It’s actually kind of ruined my life,” you say calmly. “Not sure how you all have done it for so long. Can’t go to college, can’t leave this town, can’t go anywhere that’s not within five miles of a blood bank…”
>”Well, it’s only been since Friday,” Lydia says with a fabricated air of humility. “I have no idea how far I can push my new powers. But come this Friday, I’ll find out.”
“Bet it’s impressive.” You kick at the sidewalk
>”You know, we could… learn… together. Push one another day in and day out, becoming the strongest that we could possibly be. I know you’ve always had a lot of strength — you nearly broke my jaw on Monday. Together we can become even stronger.”
>You frown
”Stronger than Vanessa?”
>Lydia smirks as her  purple hair blows evenly across her face
>”If we become strong enough, we might not even need her. Me and you, Mike. Think about it. Nobody above us. Not even the Behemoth.”
“I have thought about it,” you reply, forcing calm and even syllables into your words, cheek muscles fighting back against a force so indescribably powerful that it could make nuclear weapons look like firecrackers:
>Your cock-sure smile, in this perfect moment
>”And?”
>You lock eyes with the lion, their unnatural feverish glow steadily rising in intensity and luminosity
>They await your answer with decisive hunger
“I’m not in to furry bitches,” you say
>And you can no longer refuse the smile spreading across your lips

>A cold gust blows a vacant plastic bag between you two
>”Guess you’re not gonna come quietly over to our side, huh?”
>You spit again on the cold cement
“Guess not.”
>”I see.”
>Lydia straightens her spine, her massive form seeming to grow larger and larger
>Muscles ripple underneath her black shirt
>A hungry growl crawls up from her throat and sends shivers through your whole body
>Her eyes blaze with fiery red intent
>”I’m sorry it has to end like this, Mike. I gave you the chance to join us willingly.”
“You did,” you say as you stiffen your own spine and tense up your body. “It was a generous offer, but I don’t think I’d fit in with you all anyway. I’ve been itching to re-locate your jaw since Monday.”
>For a moment, nobody moves
>You know, you really can’t take a juiced up lion-vampire-succubus-thing and her five minions, right?
>But you sure as hell can try, can’t you?
>Nah, that’d be dumb. You’d get mauled and SUCCed to death
>Now might not be the best time for bravery
>You crack your neck
>The air is heavy with cold moisture — it bites into your pale flesh
>”Scared?” The Lion says with a razor smirk, her mouth made nearly indescribable by piercings
>You shake your head
“Not scared. Cold.”
>But you are scared
>You’re actually terrified right now
>You need a way out
>Like
>Now
>You’re reminded briefly of Anon on the ground in the parking lot, reaching for a weapon to clock the werewolf with, instead of bumrushing him with his fists…
>…Which you’re about to do (the bumrushing part that is)
>Thankfully your better judgment catches you as your leg muscles tense up, ready to explode forward like a compressed mine
>What would Anonymous do?
>Anon would probably run right now
>You shrug your shoulders in what might be the lamest standoff exit ever
>Spinning on your heels, you tear off down the sidewalk, past all the little shops and houses
>Towards where? Where are you going to go?
>You’re going to the only place you have left
>The Shop N’ Save