“That would mess with nature, wouldn’t it? The weather patterns could mess up and become...irregular.”

“Why can’t someone create a spell to make it like ten degrees colder? This heat is making my hair do wild and crazy things,” Delia whined while running her fingers through her long, messy hair. 

“Where did that come from?”

“ So, when the Pope dies,    is he getting fired, or a promotion? “

Task #2

All I See Is A Reflection

Every morning Marie-Jeanne would stand in the mirror and look at herself. This morning was no different.She leaned against the counter, her fingers tapping against the counter. She didn’t know why she did this, but she just did. She looked over her features everyday, even though nothing would change.

She felt average compared to many people in this time. Sure, she was pretty to some people, but she didn’t feel that way anymore. Maybe it was how much blood she had on her hands. Maybe it was who’s blood she had on her hands. She was hardly the girl she was before. That bubbly, full of life, and energetic girl had changed into a semi-pessimistic and vengeful killer. There was no turning back from that, even with a crusade that she could play.

Her eyes weren’t as bright as before. They were somewhat dull. Her hair didn’t have anything exiting, it was just down and was probably going to be put in a brain later on to keep it all out of the way. She just felt average. She had seen her reflection so many times that nothing had excited her. And that was all it was to her. Just a reflection.

Marie-Jeanne found the fact that some people enjoyed grinding their sweaty bodies against each other enjoyable, crazy. And supposedly, there was a teacher who seemed to enjoy doing so too. She almost laughed, as she imagined who own teachers dancing at events like this. “It’s just odd. And maybe a little scarring for them.”

“Oh, come along now, even the teacher can have a little fun every once in a while.” Jennifer chuckled, waving as she passed by a group of her students.

Marie-Jeanne’s outfit to the blacklight/rave party

Marie-Jeanne just hummed in response. She had met a few people like that in her old days, but they were mainly hunters. She was probably one of the few hunters out there that would feel a pang of sadness at the mention of death. “Let me guess. You’re going to say something like: That’s how life works?”

Zack looked at the woman and smiled some. “Death isn’t something that really puts a damper on my mood, little lady.” he said and chuckled some. “Sure, it’s sad what happened to all of those tourists; but somethings bad things happen.” he shrugged.

Marie-Jeanne was hardly listening to the conversation next to her. After the first few times of eavesdropping on conversations in the library, she decided to not be so nosy. 

The French girl looked up and gave the other a small smile. “Hi Henry,” she muttered and cleared her throat, shutting the book in her hand. “Just, um...water? I guess...”

“Um…no I don’t get off to a few quick pumps….I get off when my shift ends….” he said, raising his brow at the guy that had asked him the question before he just watched him walk away, shaking his head. 

“Sorry about him…what can I get for you?” he turned to the next person.

“You’d think the cops would be trying to catch the killer,” Marie-Jeanne muttered, but had a feeling that there was more too it that the cops didn’t even know or understand. “You don’t seemed to be bothered at all.”

“So the news is reporting an increase in the amount of murders reported in the last week; and something about some tour bus remains found with several bodies on board; all burnt to a crisp.”

Marie-Jeanne cursed in French under her breath. “Which is?”

Derek raised an eyebrow. “The same place that everyone else has?”

“Yeah...”

“So...where’d you come from?”

“That’s to say the least.”

Maire-Jeanne hardly remembered the girl’s face. Maybe they had seen each other at the party, but she didn’t remember meeting her. “I don’t think so,,” she said softly. She went through her memories of the party, and only remember seeing the girl, but not talking to her. Maybe this is how people in this time start a conversation. “I’m sorry, but I don’t remember meeting you,” she said. She shrugged and shifted on her feet. “I’m just heading home. I gotta rest somewhere.” She shrugged again and looked around a bit. “Almost everyone seems so busy, trying to get home. I doubt they’ll want to come bother me.”

Bela paused for a moment, getting a clear look at the other, she seems very familiar. “You… Have you and I met?” she said, taking a few steps closer, “Yes, at a party the other day?” she asked, this girl looked almost identical to that Allison girl she’d met a few nights ago, “Whatever are you doing out here? Aside from seeming to be more than a little tired.” she said, gesturing with her free hand to her eyes, “And just about anyone could be wandering around.” she had her own small gun concealed in her boot just in case.

“Or just don’t eat pizza from that place?”

‘’ Ew,you’re right. I’ll never eat pizza again.’’

“A town that has a lot going on.”

“Great….let’s see what we have here.”

“Maybe it’s old salami. Or maybe the pizza was stepped on.”

“Eww,smells like a smelly feet. I thought pizza would smell like heaven and salami. Not everyone is a vampire in this town,we need actual food.’’

If it was legal, Marie-Jeanne would sleep in the park. Walking from her apartment to the library took a lot of energy from her, and so did walking from the library to her apartment. But in the end, it was worth it. Mostly for the money, and the fact that she was almost surrounded with history. Of course, if she wanted to be surrounded by history, she could just work at a museum, but she decided a library would be better. Plus, the museum was a little farther away from her apartment. 

The voice almost scared her her, but probably because she was slowly (but surely) becoming exhausted and it was sudden. She looked over her shoulder, a small and tired smile on her face. “I would say so.”

Bela had just received a package for an artefact she’d managed to acquire at that rather swish party the other day. Not a bad for to make half a million. She sat in her Mercedes, the top down, and grand a wad of bills, running through them with a finger and smirking. She may not be able to leave as of yet, but that didn’t mean her goods couldn’t.

She chuckled, “Silk sheets here I come.” replaced the money and zipped up the bag. She got out of the car and headed to the nearest bank, unable to stop calling out, “Isn’t it a marvellous evening to alive?” to the nearest person she past. She was out of hell and in with money, what could be better?

Practicing hunting skills was almost normal. Finding a girl in the woods who seemed lost and scared wasn’t. Marie-Jeanne ran up to the girl, taking off her jacket it wrapping it around her. “Miss? Are you alright?”

Last thing she remembered was being in the showers and the next thing she knew she was in the woods. This had happened to her before. Nothing new but she was hoping for it to stay in beacon hills. “…”