Woodsboro High:

I say the first week has gone pretty well for me. Sure, that's not saying much, going through school is eventually something you're used to, but I'm referring to me in Woodsboro, the town. The crowd is indeed more special here than it was in the big city, but that only means that my album will have more purpose. Risk brings more reward, and I've already seen that for myself. Not only that, but I also have earned the respect and some slight admiration from my fellow students and teachers. I will blend in easily. Only problem is, now I have to teach myself the art of patience.

If you knew me, you would know that that's easier said than done.

As I step out and close my drive side door, I come to find someone that saw me drive in and recognizes me from the window. "So, you trying to show off or fit in?" Tara Carpenter comments as she stands a decent about of feet away from me as I inevitably walk towards her since that's the direction of the school. "Because, no offense, but you're trying too hard at both." 

"I'm adopted and lived in the city, give me a break." I reply with a cheeky look, to which Tara simply smiles, though my ears swear they detect some kind of laugh that she's trying to hold in. Maybe I shouldn't have included my biological relationship to my parents so bluntly like that. It's true though, back out there, having a car like that was the norm, else you would be the judged one or taking the city bus to save your dignity. I'm sure not all city schools were like that, but mine was.

"Okay, guess I deserved that for judging." Tara comments with a face that obviously regrets talking about my car in the first place. I glance back, and, to be honest, I don't even think it stands out that much. I see a few people looking at me, but I fail to detect any green in their pupils, just idle interest. This makes me suspect that the girl that is currently walking with me to school only made such a remark about my means of transportation for the sake of 'talking' to me. 

"Yes, you do, because now, it's a secret you must keep to the grave." I joke with a fake chuckle, to which I see Tara attempting one as well. She's agreeing with my moments, my choice of words, she some kind of deeper motive behind that expression. "Kidding, obviously. So, what makes me so special that you decided to wait for me?" 

"You mean, besides the fact that we share first period together?" Tara brings up with a raised brow, which is true, though I fail to see an actual answer to my question. She knows that I was aiming for, and her attempts at deflecting almost make me furious. Does she really think I'm that stupid as to be distracted by that. "You parked right next to me, don't make it seem like I'm waiting for you everywhere you go."

"Well, you had me fooled, not gonna lie." 

"Then I guess I have something over you that you'll never figure out." Tara claims in a somewhat mischievous kind of way, at least it is to me. Is she trying to play with me emotionally? That's a clever joke, I'll give her that, considering that I don't have any emotions. Except for.... murder boners. Sorry, that sounded better in my head. 

As we eventually enter the classroom belonging to Mrs. Thornhill, we are forced to split up due to me sharing a table with a different student. So, Tara gives me her goodbye by shooting me a 'friendly' wink before going join Amber on their little table for two.

Sigh... I wish she'd stop doing that. 

Besides Tara and Amber, the other people I share this class with that I recognize is Wes, and 'butterfingers' who almost hit me with the football, I've now learned that his name is Weeler. He claims to be good with his arm, but if almost killing your coach as well as a new player is considered the best, then I'm pretty sure we're going to lose against every other school in the area.  

Wes, the guy that was giving me weird looks on day one of school, is also the one I'm forced to sit next to because all of the other seats were taken, and the one that currently has only person is Britney..... who takes up both chairs by with herself alone. I glance at my tablemate, who I've now recognized as being someone I will see often, give that he's a friend of Tara, who's been my first friend-o since I moved here. A normal life needs friends, right? Then I must expand my eco system. "So, am I able to ask you a question now?" I choose as my first words to him that aren't about a project. I decided not to use small talk to break the ice, since we literally have no time for small talk.

"I don't see why you shouldn't." Wes quietly remarks as he is a little bit more distracted with making sure nothing in his bio folder didn't fall out. Those suck at keeping things together inside, good thing I moved to a box instead of a folder for my personal collection. I'm sure he's wondering why I asked such a thing, which I welcomely use the opening I've now been given.

"Well, you've kinda been looking like you're planning to kill me ever since I walked into World History with you-know-who." I point out very calmly, causing Wes to blink at look at me as if I'm weird until he eventually acknowledges what I'm addressing. I'm not surprised he didn't notice, teen love makes you act without even thinking. That is... if you're not me. When I fall in love with a girl, making sure her angle is perfect for my photo is planned perfectly. "So, is there some kind problem we're having.... bro?" 

"Oh, no, no, geez, that's not it at all." Wes quickly denies with a rapid shake of his head. "It's just, um.... how do I put this?" He questions himself with a hum, glancing down at the lab desk for a few seconds. "I've..... never really seen Tara act so close to someone she's just met before." He tells me in what I suspect is a purposefully cryptic way. He makes sound like it's some kind of attraction towards me, but I don't think it's that simple. I look over, and the two 'best friends' sit by each other like they both just got their search history leaked and suspect that the other one did it. 

"What's that supposed to mean? She's usually introverted?" I ask Wes with a raised brow, trying to get as much information from my classmate as I can. I'm not gonna play dumb and act like I don't see his obvious attempts at protecting whatever mental resources Tara has at her disposal. 

"Well, pretty much, yeah. I mean, if you wanna put it in a certain way, Tara is the founder of our 'group' but part of me always feels like Amber is what got us all together, excluding Liv." Wes admits with a small shrug, possibly not actually trying to hide anything, just having a difficult time of trying to state his true feelings on the situation. Now that's something I can believe. Amber's not only popular and rich, but she's social when she wants to be, I've seen it happened when I'm passing her down the hall, or during P.E or the few moments of World History. Her smile is usually what carries the room. Now that I think about it, the version of Tara I've spoken to did seem too much like a character in the movie....

Am I unknowingly playing a role?

The last bell rings, and I'm now backing my tools to that I may only use once a week into the locker since my backpack is already full of my murder tools. Just kidding, obviously, but I would be able to, just so you know. This place is nothing like Atlanta, where you would have to literally get scanned before you walked through the entrance.  

Anyway, during this, I noticed her Amber walking past me. Usually, I was fine with it, but this isn't just a random bird flying past me. This is my prey. I still remember that one brief moment where we were locking eyes, looking like we were already planning a night at the quietest place without anyone around. She's interested, she needs an escape from her true feelings of the best friend crush, I know it, and I also know this is bloody risky, but when a Vampire gets the scent of blood, the only choice is to either follow it or walk away, and I intend to do the former. 

Closing my locker shut, I then subtly follow Amber Freeman, but being subtle about it because I don't want her to notice me too early. I like catching my prey off-guard, not matter if that is the time I'm going to kill them or not. Slithering through and sometimes bumping past the students is easy, and her hair is surprisingly easy to recognize every time I lean my head over. I follow her all the way out to the parking lot, where I see her looking for her car. Unfortunately for her, I memorized it a couple days ago, and end up beating her to it, ain't that a good joke? 

She's eventually walking towards it, and I'm lingering close by, waiting to have my grand entrance. Right as she glances back, where I just barely notice her staring at Tara in a way that screams she's secretly pissed about something, I then 'pop up' right in front of her. "Leaving so soon?" I casually ask, causing her to jump as she snaps her head back forwards and sees me standing there with the cheekiest smirk on my face, I'm always happy when I spook them. "You haven't said hi yet."

"Oh my gosh! You scared me!" Amber states the obvious as she puts a hand on her beating heart, further tempting my senses. I, however, remain in control, not giving in to my deepest urges so easily. "What the fuck? A simple warning would've been nice."

"Sorry." I apologize with a small and slightly genuine chuckle, even though I'm not sorry at all in the slightest. "It's just, well..... an entire week has gone by and you haven't told me your name yet." I point out, playfully pretending that I'm hurt that she hasn't. I've already knocked on the door, now it's time to sneak my way inside the perimeter. Amber blinks, which starts to make me wonder if she forgot about what happened at first.

"I remember you..." Amber thankfully recalls with a slow nod, looking me up and down in a similar way I did to her back at the bar. Thank gosh, I was worried that my hunt was going to be fumbled before it can truly begin. "Why would I want to tell you my name?" She then asks with a look that seems to be challenging me. Little does she know, she's talking to someone who's trained his ability to be 'normal' since he was five. 

"Because I want to know who I'm looking at." I answer calmly but in a very bold way, giving her a face that asks if she was expecting a different answer. Was she, maybe, expecting a pick-up line or something? Well, she's going to get it, but not in the way that she's likely expecting. "And I bet you've been wondering that too."

"Oh..." Amber sarcastically nods, trying her best to look un-impressed with me, but I can see the cracks of interest in her eyeballs. "Cocky much?"

"Very much." I confidently answer with a smirk. Once again, I hit her with another perfect one, two, three combo, causing her to let out a giggle she probably wasn't expecting to make. Her blood pulsates a little quicker, causing me to squeeze one of my hands on the other so I can remain calm and cocky. 

"Well, you're lucky, because I was trying to find you anyways." Amber tells me with a tiny hint of a smile, to which I then blink as if I'm surprised. But really, it's only slightly, I knew she wouldn't dismiss me immediately, but I didn't know I won so many brownie points with her so quickly. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a slide of paper. At first, I think she's about to pull out her number, but in reality, the paper is much bigger. It's a slide, more so, an invitation. "It's my friend's, Tara's, birthday party, and I decided to invite as many people as possible. The world wouldn't forgive me if I kept it small." She explains as I take it and observe the slide, seeing the address on the very front. "My parents are out of town for the weekend, so I was gonna throw one anyway." 

"So, I'm coming for Tara?" I query, acting like she's selling herself short. "Or I'm coming for you?" I add with a hum, making it clear that I'm as interested about the birthday girl as I may seem like. That line seems to make Amber 'think', but I can tell that she's appreciating the attention she's receiving in her own way.

"I guess that's up to you." 

I nod, giving my biggest smile, a smile I think I actually am not faking as much as I usually need to. "I'll be there." I promise her as I wave the piece of paper around.

"You better, or I'll glue your eyes stuck so they're staring at something other than my chest." Amber remarks with a slightly dark eyes and smirk as she walks around me and gets in her driver's seat. I blink, not expecting that kind of joke as I turn around to see her go. She gives me a look that lets me know that she'll be expecting me before driving off. I look back down at the paper, and see that there was also a seemingly something added onto this one with permeant marker. 

Her number, with a winky face on it.

Gripping the paper, I smirk victoriously as I make my way to my own vehicle. Inside, I notice that I still have the photo of the other girl I 'stumbled across' on the sidewalk, I keep it in the glove compartment for later, reminding myself to add it to the photo album. 

Now, the tracker can no longer be kept from his snack.

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Woodsboro: 261 Turner Lane

Now, when you have a party, you're going to be expecting to be having a lot of people there. And when you have a lot of people, chances are, you're going to be going for something you can afford for everyone. And so, I'm expecting there to be a lot of beer and food, but the former is the reason I brought something with me without being asked. When I finally make it to the mansion that took a little bit longer to get to than I originally expected, I see the cars polluting the front area, meaning that I'm stuck with a parking lot that makes the walk there take even longer. I'm not afraid of a little cardio, though. I made sure I was prepared for when I need to run, whether it's from or towards something that's running away from me.

I walk up to the porch and door, expecting that I'll have to knock, but either because of convivence or something else, the host of this little celebration of sin opens the door before I could even raise my hand. "Well, well, well, you actually came." Amber comments as she leans against the edge of the doorway, staring at me as if almost expecting something else, making me sheepishly chuckle a bit.

"You expected me not to?"

"Well, considering that you're thirty minutes late, a little bit. But I'm glad to be proven wrong." Amber points out with a shrug, to which I do nod in acknowledgement for my mistake. I'll have to take note that I should arrive much sooner than what the GPS expects for me to get there, because no way does it predict car city up here. "What's that?" She asks as she easily notices the crate in my hands.

"Party supplies, a gift from yours truly, except that it's E for everyone." I tell her with a cheeky smirk as I use my head to ask to be let in, so I don't tire my arms out more than I should. Amber thankfully does, and I walk along with her into the kitchen where I calmly set the liquor bottles  onto the kitchen island. "Hope you don't mind, I just figured since, you know, this B-Day doesn't include a cake and presents, I'd bring something that could count as both." 

"No, no, not at all." Amber says with a shake of her head, looking surprised in a good way, though from what I can see. I hope I didn't make her think I was coming to out-shine her attempts her in terms of what I can offer or something. That may sound silly if you said it out-loud, but the human brain is a complex place, you have to be worried for anything. "I just.... where and how were you able to get these?"

"Sources." I cryptically answer with a wink, obviously not planning to tell her that just yet. I need to keep giving her reasons to hang out and talk with me, so I can learn what bait I need to set up for my trap that I will soon set in her vicinity. "Is Tara here?" 

"No, not surprisingly, however. She doesn't really like big crowds, all of a sudden." Amber tells me with a face that's clearly heavily fixed, making me glance at her, surprised. I quickly think back to that angry look she had earlier in the parking lot, and I now know what the problem was. Her excuse to throw a party so she could get her crush loosey-goosey didn't pan out the way she expected. Maybe, because.... that girl knows of her intentions? 

"Really?" 

"Trust me, It's a shock to me too, usually, she's okay with getting lost in the crowd. Guess I was wrong." Amber says with a look that says 'you win some, you lose some, and I lost 100%'.  I slowly nod, humming, though I'm not particularly bothered by this new element. "Everyone else came, though, so I guess there's that." 

"Your friends?" I guess the obvious answer, at least I think I do, Amber's eyeballs point up, and she hums, as if having thought of a different word for them.

"Well...."

"Y/N!" A voice exclaims before I can hear this juicy detail I was just about to receive, and I glance over to see Chad Meeks walking towards me. Chad was the guy who was friends with Weeler, and came to my defense when he was talking rumors that were only half-true behind my back. I would confirm them, but, that would kind ruin the whole 'secret side' thing I have going on. "You're here! I didn't think Tara would actually invite you." 

"She didn't." I correct him, nodding towards Amber who does her best idle shrug as if it's no big deal. "Turns out she isn't even here yet, but yes, I made it." I respond with an expression that shows just how 'happy' I am that I made it. I dab him up, before holding up one of my recent gifts. "Tequila?"

"Yes, please, we were about to start doing beer shots." Chad accepts with a look of grace, observing the bottle with a seemingly grateful glint in his eyes. Needless to say, I think I've hit the right spot for a good amount of the guests here. That's good. Another reason I accepted Amber's invitation was to keep the image part going. No one will believe somebody perfect has something so.... subjective, to hide. "I'll get Weeler to grab the shot glasses, you joining in?"

"You better be careful with those things." Amber instructs before I can even open my mouth to answer Chad's invitation. "If I find glass on the floor, you know who I'm going to blaming the damage for." She lets the guy know with a very dangerous look that could even scare me if I had the ability to feel any fear. 

"Yes ma'am." Chad humorously replies, while also giving me a look as if trying to warn me about the girl I'm currently talking to. However, it's not me that needs to be warned. No, in reality, It's actually the other way around. The second he leaves, I turn my attention back to Amber, who's just noticed a mess on her table is now forcing herself to clean it up with an already tired look on her face. Poor thing. 

"Stupid jackasses..."

"So, what ship did you sail from?" I ask as I walk up behind her, helping her take care of her mess with an extra trash bag I brought with me. I know one might think I am currently trying to hard, but Amber's shown signs of weakness that stems from this kind of attention I'm bringing onto her. And besides, I like to know the backstory of my prey so at least one photo in every collection has something deeper behind it. Amber looks up at me with a raised brow. "What? I mean, your parents were able to afford this house. So, I'd reckon your family used to live under Patrick Bateman's hotel."

"Not sure if I'm supposed to take that as a compliment." Amber notes with a small look of someone who understands the details of that reference, to which I just shrug. She may not know it, but she definitely living in a premises that will have a homicidal maniac rummaging through it from time to time. "They're busy bodies, ones who don't want to get a well-deserved divorce." She then explains, a detail I wasn't honestly expecting to get so fast. "They claim it's a business trip, and they may be true. But I know the other fact is that one gets to cheat on the other and pay each other for it."

"Parten-to-adult sex, TMI." I can't help but comment with a weird face. A reality in which you are forced to live with two obviously un-happy parents who can't afford whatever plan they agreed on, probably thinking that solution wouldn't come. No one wants to split the money, instead, they want to spend it on each other's temporarily pleasures and eternal misery, the true definition of ironic.

"You asked."

"And I fully regret it, since you trusted me with that answer." I point out with a look, to which Amber smirks playfully. With everything in the trash bag, I then reach over and grab the liquor bottle I still had laying around and offer it to her, and to my satisfaction, she grabs and swigs it down, looking like she really needs it. 

"Maybe I was lying." She proposes after emptying what I suspect is half the bottle, clearly now trying to mess with me for her own amusement. I stare at her, wondering if I should take the bait or try to challenge it for some more ground. Both options currently look plausible of earning her trust and giving me the way in to pick up a stronger scent for a tracker like me to follow. However, before I can, Amber's eyes light up as soon as she hears the song that starts up on the speakers. 

"Well, maybe, or maybe-"

"Hold that thought. We've had way too much conversation for two minutes." Amber states as she holds u a finger, a sentiment that I admittedly agree with. I needed her to hit that bottle so we could finally get somewhere, and get somewhere, we eventually and thankfully did. However, I can already detect the request she is going to send me next, which, I don't to confess, but it puts me at a disadvantage. "Dance with me." She then offers, nodding over to the open space where the crowd that prefer to express their excitement with their feet begin residing. 

"I'm, uh.... I'm not really good at dancing." I confess to her, much to my embarrassment. I've never been able to really know how to 'get down' with the other teenagers, as the only 'getting down' that usually happens to the people with me is when they literally 'drop' to the floor, on their head.  Amber gives me a look that is clearly asking if I'm really gonna give up so soon, which somehow successfully re-wires my brain's functions. "But, for you, I'll make an exception." 

"Good choice." Amber says with a very satisfied expression, grabbing my hand and guiding me towards the silently declared 'dance floor'. I am now currently wondering why the fuck kind of spell did she put on me to make me say yes, because I don't think the 'shy, innocent, cute boy who doesn't know what he's really doing' shit is going to completely work on this certain fish in the school. It's now a little bit more darker, and I swear this room was added with some kind of Metamerism, making our clothes shine a different layered color. The lighting now fitting a room where the only thing you're supposed to be focusing is yourself or the person in front of you.

When she eventually turns me around, pulling me further into the crowd, my bodily functions quickly strap me in, because I know I'm about to go down on a hell of a ride. Everything starts slow at first, including this part, so I self-train myself by also following Amber's lead. I do the simply foot tapping and other movements to get myself into the music. Surprisingly, I feel myself picking up on it very easily. 

When she starts getting looser, so do I, but not too much as to take away her spotlight. My eyes follow everyone single movement she makes, and I can tell she's milking every second of it. I guess things always do still turn out in my favor, even if it doesn't always go to plan. "Not good at dancing, huh?" Amber remarks with a skeptical brow, making me believe that I've done a better job at adapting to the atmosphere I'm in better than I realized. 

"Must be the drinks." I reply with a small shrug, not really having a clear answer myself. At this point, I can feel the real steps of this process starting to begin. Eye contact was always there, but it's now more intense. My brain is telling me that if I even take one glance away at this very moment, my eyes will indeed but glued stuck so they're focusing on her. Just keep going, Mr. Blackwood. Don't you fuck this up, you've got a good flowing, losing it will be costly for your time.

But then, I remember, no one is going to fucking judge me here, not even Amber now, at this point. This song is somewhat shorter than three minutes, so already, we're now at the part where I have to commit about what I'm presenting my feelings are to her. So, time to keep this show moving. Amber starts sliding a little closer, and like always, I follow her lead. Not always having to be in control is surprisingly a breath of fresh air for me. Maybe I'm some kind of switch? 

Our faces are very close, but pressing our lips together will only kill the energy we've created, so, we just keep teasing ourselves by staying so close, moving our hips and shoulders up and down and moving our heads into a position that makes one think that we're about do it, but it never happens, and I'm not really complaining. You know what? I think I might actually share her love of this song. 

When we get to the last minute of the song, that I can tell has to be everyone's favorite part, Amber seems to actually follow the instructions of the male extra in the vocals, and turns around. I swear I can hear some kind of telepathic invitation coming from her, and risk putting my arms around her waist and putting her unnaturally close. She doesn't mind or shy aways from it though, meaning that my mind is somehow being read by her. Part of it, anyway. But who really gives a shit, right?

We stay like this for the rest of the entire song, and I.... I think I like it, very, very much. She occasionally raises her hand up to touch my hair, my hands press against her hips and stomach, and I feel the kind of lust that I think my fellow male sides of the human sex begin to feel. I don't usually feel this as much, at least, to the extreme I'm feeling it now. 

Sadly, however, all great things must come to an end, and eventually, Amber's energy gives in, and she turns around to pull away from me, though keeps her hands on my shoulders. "Alright, that's all the time you're getting." She informs me with a regretful look, currently in a bit of a sweat which I'm somehow able to see. "I still got a party to host."

"Mmm, nooo..." I say in a playfully disappointed voice, like I'm a kid who just got told that it's time to put the toys away. "Name's Y/N Blackwood."

"I know." Amber replies with a cheeky look, something I'm not surprised about. She would've asked it earlier if she didn't know. "Amber Freeman." She tells me as she rubs my arm, showing that physical interest I've spoken about previous, before walking away, presumably to clean up another mess my loud brothers have made once again, likely that it is.

I look over, and see a few people I recognize watching me walk back into the hallway. Chad, and that girl who I've seen talking to Wes and Amber. Now that they are close together, I see a facial resemblance between the two, causing me to believe that they are family of some kind. I give them a nod, a silent signal that lets them know I'm having fun...

While I also relax my grip and tuck my syringe back into where I originally hid it.

Despite whatever fun I may have had, I'm also losing control, I need to leave.

"Oh, so that's Y/N, makes sense. He looks like one." The girl comments, not knowing that I can hear as a I walk past her. I can already feel myself being scanned from under her gaze, and already, I can tell that I do not like it. It feels like I'm already getting exposed even when I'm really not. 

"Yeah, he's a cool guy, and is one of the few people that's put a smile on the coach's face." Chad response, his voice lough enough that I am able to pick up on it as well. "Something tells me this season is going to be different."

"Most likely if he was able to pull off something like that. He's made even the stubborn-to-be-pissed Amber's day." the girl agreeingly replies. "In fact, I'd say he's fitting in a little too well." She adds with what I hope was just her trying to be funny. But when I first hear it, I'm already detecting it as a sign that I should keep an eye on her. 

"Geez, Mindy, you're sounding like Weeler now."

"Relax, 'friend', I don't judge everyone you introduce me to." 

"That remains to be seen..."

I step out of the front door hastily, not wanting anyone else to catch me leaving the mansion. I march over to my car, resting my hood on the roof as I breathe deeply, having felt like an addict the more and more I was in that party. No wonder people go to it, it's so exciting just by being in there, and for me, that's not actually a good thing.

When I bring my head back up, I glance over and my eyes catch two girls that are so clearly under the influence of the toxic substance. They are stumbling out of the permitter, probably having the same thought I do. One of them is a brown, medium haired-girl with glasses, while the other is a long red-head with much more confident in her outfit, maybe relying on it a little too much. Why am I detailing the girls to you, you may ask?

Well, I may not get to use my needles....

But I always keep a drill in the trunk.

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(A/N) End of another chapter, already. Was not actually expecting to finish it as I'm writing this Author's note.

That does me tired AF though. Next chapter, will include a lot of the slasher stuff for the first half of it, as hinted by the end of this chapter. I hope that by now, this fanfic has introduced at least half of what it's got to offer. There's still some stuff I haven't brought in yet, so I'm excited to share that with you.

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