#eventbtm10

Since escaping the warehouse, Eliza seemed to just meander when she walked though town. It’d been a long time since she’d had her heartbroken like this, most of her life, Eliza never opened up to people. Not in the sense of giving your heart to someone. She’d been betrayed so many times, she became hardened to the idea of love. With Vinny, she’d felt flutters when he’d be around, and unable to keep herself from smiling.

Jenny sighed as she sat on set, watching the hustle and bustle of production. She’d been discharged from the hospital and told she’d be out of work for a few weeks until she healed fully. After just a few hours at home, she had cabin fever and lately the only place she felt safe was on set. “If one more person tells me to go home..” She grumbled under her breath.

“Oh, you did not just do that,” Noah exclaimed, blinking over at the other as he tried to suppress a laugh.

When the lights came up, when his handy work was to be admired, he stood there, drinking a beer with a grin on his face. Chaos around him, strapped with weapons weaknesses for all supernatural menaces. There were at least seven figures standing beside and behind him him. Two possessed and three reanimated corpses under his control and two more people under his obedience charm. He felt alive. He felt amazing actually. “Did I hurt your feelings?” he asked condescendingly. “Surprised it was me?” he wondered. “Well come at me, show me how much I hurt you,” he taunted. Vincent was in his element. He wanted it to be the bloodiest of battles that he’d ever experienced. He stood poised and ready.

“What?” Catalina asked as innocently as she could. Her head tilting ever so slightly to the side as a wicked smile formed across her lips. Side stepping to the right, she used her silver tip fan to slice through the skin of werewolf that had charged at her, knocking them down to their feet, before straightening back up and giving the person staring straight at her a simply little shrug followed by a flutter of her eyelashes. “I thought this was a party?” 

“Man, I love a good hand written invitation. And a hidden warehouse. But, did you look at this penmenship,” Gigi said, letting out a whistle, as she double checked that they were at the right address, before grabbing a hold of the warehouse door and yanking it open, the music hitting them as she did. “After you?”

“Dance with me?” Isa giggled, as she called over the sound of the music, having fun just letting loose for once.

“Oh for the love of-” Sabrina swore under her breath, holding her hands over her eyes as she squinted in the direction of the person right in front of her that she could just barely make out amongst the glaring light. “No! I am not a Revelation-whatever. People need to stop asking me that!” The hedge witch groaned, confused enough about what was going on herself.