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Betty didn’t look up from her journal, writing furiously against the paper. It was one of them, one of her friends, she could tell just by the way they walked. “I didn’t tell anyone,” she muttered, brows furrowed. She was referring to what had happened, to the night she’d swung a bat wildly at anything that could be a danger to them. “I promised not to. I signed a stupid paper, remember?”

Things had been... odd, since him and Nancy’s relationship ended. Of which the now high school graduate was still adjusting to, even months later. It had blind sided him. He’d thought they were fine, but it was obvious they weren’t. It still stung a little that she’d almost immediately gotten with Jonathan no less. But... like always... pretend you just don’t care. Which was easy to do when he didn’t have to see her. Which he did, now and again when he would grab Dustin or The Party from school. Today was one of those days, when she walked out, it just happened, their eyes met and he couldn’t look away. He’d said it was okay, but he knew he was always going to love her. Though he does offer her a small wave.

Abigail sat by Marissa Schurr, her features lit by a bonfire that she and several other classmates gathered around. Normally, she wouldn’t be allowed to attend -- normally, she would be chastised for even wanting to be at a party -- but Hobbs had told her she needed an alibi. After helping him lure last weekend, this was finally the day of the hunt.

Swallowing past the dryness of her throat, Abigail sipped her beer without truly tasting. As far as she was concerned, she needed something a lot stronger.

“Ugh, ex alert,” Marissa complained. “You would think he wouldn’t be so quick to show off. After all, I know his actual dick size, and trust me -- it is not worth bragging about.”

Abigail found she could barely listen. While Marissa’s boy-crazy commentary often amused, and sometimes even inspired her, Abigail found that she couldn’t overcome the sinking feeling in her stomach. This was her first kill. No...her first assisted kill, but the blood was still on her hands all the same, wasn’t it?

A new presence came upon the circle then, and Marissa looked up when Nancy and a few others appeared upon the scene. “Hey, girl!” she chirped. “We saved you a seat.”

Abigail plastered on a smile and motioned to the fold-out chair beside her. 

“What took you so long?” Marissa prompted. “I mean, I totally came for the guys, but after a while, their testosterone starts to bore me.”

“I can’t speak for Nancy, but I needed to wait for my parents to drive me here,” one of the girls spoke up. “All these abductions have them really freaked out.”

Marissa rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. We can’t get abducted in a group like this. You’re just being paranoid. Isn’t that right, Steve?” Her cat-like gaze gleamed, as it often did while talking to boys. “Your parents’ house seems plenty safe to me.”

It’s been a helluva long WEEK, one thing right after another, and two of their cases involved highly dangerous entities; one being a vampire and another a demon who seemed hellbent on torturing women which had Sam on high alert for half the week, never leaving Nancy’s side. But they pulled through, and now they could finally settle down for a couple of day’s at a decent motel that at least had CLEAN bathrooms. He bought a separate room for him and Nancy this time, wanting some down time with her to which his brother had no objections to seeing as how he can bring a chick over now without explaining why ‘the tiny chick’ was there already. ( this earned him a well aimed smack to the back of his head from Sam himself ) 

And so Nancy and he had settled in for the night, enjoying dinner inside and exchanging old family stories as well as poking fun at each other’s hunting mishaps. The following morning, Sam SWEARS he couldn’t think up of a better way to wake up from sleep; seeing as how his first sight in the curtain dimmed sunlit room was HER. Soft brown tresses sprawled along her back and pillows, skin glowing beautifully in the single ray of sunlight that peaked through the cracked curtains. The slow rising of her chest was such a COMFORT to him, her being alive and next to him a truly TREASURED moment to him. 

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