SUMMARY: There's an age-old saying, 'Don't fuck with the Smiths.' But...why?

Jay set the champagne glass down and looked around, "Everything's clear...I think. Gah, of all the balls, why did it have to be a masquerade ball?"

From the other end of the room, Skylor sipped her beverage delicately, as she responded to Jay, "There were threats. We have to protect the people." She was the newcomer of the group, and besides Zane, she was the most mature.

Cole was on the floor above, looking down at the dance floor below, "There's too many masks. I can't see any danger. Zane, anything on your side?"

Zane was silently scanning the room, an uneaten quiche in his hands, "Nothing- wait."

In the middle of the dance floor, a girl with black hair cascading past her back and a mask was observing the dancers, arm in arm with a taller, masked blonde.

"Kaiden mustn't be too far." Zane murmured, "I see his siblings."

Skylor set down her drink, "Okay, let's get his siblings then-"

Cole immediately stopped her, "I don't think that's the best idea."

"Why not?"

Jay explained, "The Smiths are evil, they're powerful, they're everything we're not. They've killed, and they won't hesitate to kill us. We don't mess with them, they don't mess with us." 

Skylor watched with gritted teeth as the masked duo went ahead, greeting other guests, sipping champagne, "Guys, we can't miss this chance-"

"Skylor, we enforce our rules well." Zane stated calmly.

"We can fight, but we've only started training as teens. These three, they've been learning since the minute they could walk. Our ancestors have been at war with theirs since the start of time." Jay continued.

"Skylor." Cole's voice was firm, and unwavering, "Don't fuck with the Smiths."

I really don't know XD this was meant to be super badass but ye...lmaoo