Dans POV: 

I loved the street lights. The sparkle and shimmer, like the moon but closer! If I tried I could climb up and get a closer look; let the brightness come so close that I could feel it inside me, but I didn't have time for that. I was following the path I usually took, towards the University. They have a lot of parties on there, I always see crowds of people going towards the nightclubs in town as well. I never go to the parties there but I like being near them, pretending what it could be like if I went to one. Maybe this year I could. I wouldn't have to pretend anymore and if something was happening around here, something dangerous enough to get my parents scared, then surely being in a large crowd of people would help me fit in better. I was never good at blending in, but on Halloween it was easy. I was just the same as everybody else tonight - the hunters wouldn't know to look for some sixteen-year-old, Caucasian male who was seemingly holding some alcoholic beverage. I'd be just like everyone else except I'd be 'dressed' as a werewolf.  I bet the people looking for my kind still believe in the stereotypical Weres. Those that are feral and attack humans and that only get killed by a golden bullet. I mean, I would get killed by a golden bullet but I'd probably get killed by any bullet if it hit me in the right place. I have some of the best healing skills around but I'm not invisible, I don't understand where people get that idea from.  

I slowed my run down to just a jog when I heard the University halls. I could smell the overwhelming scent of alcohol from a mile away. At this rate I'd get there in ten minutes, I didn't want to give myself away by going at full speed.  I was constantly checking around me, putting my arms around myself as though I were cold. I could see my breath in front of me, I liked staring at the white smoke that flowed through the wind during the winter. It made me feel alive, seeing my breath in the air. I breathe just like everyone else, I stay alive just like everyone else, and here was the proof of that. I reached out but it had no feeling to it. It fell through my fingertips like air usually did. I stared at my outstretched hand waiting for it to stop shaking but it kept going. I brought it back into my chest and clutched my shirt. I didn't feel cold. I wished I wasn't shaking, my emotions were everywhere and it showed so clearly. I was excited but also worried after how my mother had reacted. I pushed the thought down. 

I breathed in and out; that smoky white air. Watched it disappear in front of the building. I was here now. The main door was propped open with a chair from one of the rooms I guessed and people covered every inch of flooring. Some lingered outside near me, I could feel the heat from their cigarettes. 
"Heyyy. Nice costume, sexy," some girl called out to me.
She was close to me and my ears hurt from the loudness of her voice. Is this what all drunk students are like? I've only ever snuck into house parties before and they were nothing like being amongst this crowd. The girl stroked my shirt but I shrugged her off quickly. She tittered a little on unbalanced feet but was soon steadied by who I assumed to be her friend. I made my way through the crowd and away from her. Everyone smelt like alcohol and smoke. My nose twitched at the unpleasant scent but my heart was happily soaking up the buzzing in the atmosphere. My body just kept moving forward, at some point my legs stopped feeling like my own as they made their way onto the stairs. Up the stairs. Into a room that seemed to be quieter than a lot of the others. The music was still as overpowering as the vodka stench but I could hear myself think at least. I grabbed a cup and put some lemonade in it, no alcohol because there really was no point - it just tasted bad without giving me any of the effects I've heard it's meant to give you. 

I dropped the plastic cup before I had a chance to drink more than half of it. 
"Caught you!" Someone exclaimed, they sounded male but I couldn't be sure. 
My head was in a state. I was being held from behind, my arms down by my sides. The person was shorter than me but unbelievably strong. Or maybe I was just too frozen to overpower them. I was too terrified. This person could be why my parents were so worried about me. Something sharp dug into my back, it felt like a badge. Hunters wear badges, right? How did a hunter find me here? They couldn't find me. I was so careful to blend in! 
"Le-let go," I managed to squeak out 
"I have the cute Neko! I found one."
"W-wait what?" My ears perk up, tail still on end.
I had no idea what he was talking about. Neko? Was that a code word for something, was he trying to tell the other hunters that he found a Were but didn't want the humans around us to panic? Then I smelt the unmistakable stench of alcohol on the person's breath and I knew it was just another drunk student.
"Let me go now, this isn't cool!"
"So-sorry, I got caught up in my amazing acting skills," they said and slowly released me but still lingered close. 
"Well, I got caught up in your arms but let's forget both of those things," I replied coolly. 

The person who stood in front of me was the most beautiful human being I'd ever seen. Pale but this only seemed to exaggerate his deep blue eyes and jet black hair. Despite the alcohol, I could tell he smelt nice; of raspberries strangely enough and something else. He smelt warm and I felt comfort from that. He was dressed like a hunter, though, so a part of me stayed on edge. 
"WOAH!" The guy suddenly outburst and reached his hand out to me, I immediately stepped back. "How did you get fangs in so good? Like usually they're so uncomfortable, you must've spent a fortune."
"Um... my dad works on a movie set for special effects and that and he's super close with the makeup guy," I said a little flustered and rubbed the back of my hair, hitting one of my ears in the process. It twitched a little, I hoped he didn't notice. 
"Think you could hook me up? I'm into art and it would be awesome."  I nodded fastly but didn't speak. He smirked a little; a cockiness lit up inside him that I supposed you'd only ever see in someone confident or someone who'd had too much to drink. Maybe both. "Or, you know, you could just hook up with me." 

AN: 
Another chapter is here. This has taken me too long to write but it's finally here! I've been working a lot more on my art and music (wanna see my art it's 'Racheycane' on IG ;) ), but need to seriously get back into these stories. Missed them and missed all of you
- Ray x