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"Do you really think that Hunter Trinidad bought you that outfit?" Ronny said as we walked through the mall towards the exit. "That is soooo adorbs. He totally wants the P. And I don't mean your name or anything, I mean your p--"

                  "Ronny, this is serious!"

                   "Okay, okay! Then we need to contact the police or something."

                  "Ronny only stays updated with the latest fashion magazine so he has no idea what to do," Gary said, bitterness in his voice. "Last I heard, Hunter was killing random people that crossed his path and leaving prostitutes to die. The County Sheriff has tried to kick him out many times, but his pack is intimidating as hell."

                  "His pack? What do you mean by that? I know that Sin Trinidad is part of his family's pack, and apparently Hunter has made his own. Is he an Alpha wolf or something, then?"

                  "I'm not sure, I'm just assuming from what I've heard," Gary said, then shared a long look with his brother. "If he is, then you're in deep shit, Pepper."

                  "Just how famous are the Trinidad's here that you know all of this?"

                  "I don't know, you hear things," he said. "There's a lot of gruesome stories about Hunter. Stories that keep parents' children in their beds at night and not wondering around the neighborhood."

                  "Are they true? Can you tell them to me?"

                  Ronny looked at Gary and they shared a look. "Not all of them can be true," was all Gary said.

                  "Hunter has to be screwing with me. He's absolutely, positively, screwing with me," I concluded, trying to shake myself free from the jittery feeling I was getting that made me constantly look behind us. "He wants me to think that he's doing something nice for me. Maybe this is his way of fooling me into letting him into my house or something. Do werewolves and vampires need permission into someone's' house like in all of the movies? Oh god, I'm going to have a blind, psychotic werewolf knocking at my door at midnight tonight and hypnotizing me into letting me into my house to slaughter my entire family, aren't I?"

                  "They have to ask for permission or be touched by someone through the doorway," Gary replied meeting my eyes for a moment, then stared back at the ground. "There's an old wives tale that the first hybrid vampire-werewolf was a rich, respected man that cared only for his reputation. The tale says that one day, the hybrid's son felt spiteful forwards his selfish father that he disrespectfully ran into their neighbors house to play with the little boy who lived there, without asking for the owner of the house's permission."

"And I thought my dad was strict for not letting me eat sugar past nine," I muttered.

"The father was so outraged by his son's misbehavior that he had his son and his entire family cursed by a witch to be well-mannered for an eternity," Gary continued, deep in thought. "And as their genetic mutations and the werewolf gene and the vampire gene's separation became more common than a hybrid being born, each species shared the same genetic curse. Every single time they come to someone's doorstep, they have to persuade or be welcomed in by a resident of the household or they can't get inside."

                  "Crap," I said, when it dawned on me that my family had not only Bernard home all alone all day, but a once-a-week maid service that came every Monday. What if Hunter came to my house and one of them let him inside? What if he was already in my house, waiting for me to get home?

                  Double crap.

                  "What's wrong?" Ronny wondered.

                  "I think I'm about to have an infestation of wolves in my house. I need to call my butler," I said, my hand slightly trembling as I took my phone out of my pocket and dialed my house phone.

                  The house phone went to voicemail and I hung up. Who left voicemails anymore? Talk about awk-sauce. "Shoot, this is not good," I said, redialing. "Bernard always answers the phone. Trust me, I've pulled some pretty gnarly prank phone calls on Bernard, my fancy butler."

          We were a mere ten feet away from Ronny's car with Ronny suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned over his shoulder.

                  Gary turned around as well, and I followed his lead and did the same. "What?" Gary said, trying to understand what was fascinating Ronny so much about an entrance into a  Mall.

                  "I think we're being followed," he said, his expression going serious and his eyes sliding over the many parked cars in the lot. "I can sense it. I sensed it before, but I didn't want to scare Pepper. Someone is watching us right now--"

                  "Look, it's Fagalicious and his sidekick, Butt-boy," I voice said. We all whirled around to see a tall, twenty-something year old man with red and orange hair and piercings all over his face. Behind him in a Back Street Boys formation stood his "posse" of absolutely-- and I mean absolutely gorgeous tan men in an assortment of leather jackets and jeans. Not Trinidad gorgeous -- actually, not gorgeous at all, since they were making fun of my new friends. That's right, Pepper Ballard...possibly had friends.

                  Looking to me, Red and Orange asked, "Are you Pepper Ballard?"

                  I put on my best "Don't F With Me" look. "Yeah? What's it to ya', punk?"

                  "We've heard a lot about you, Pepper. Heard you're feisty," Orange and Red said, then, "There's nothing more attractive to a werewolf than a feisty woman."

                  "Who'd you hear that from?" I wondered, thinking of Sin and Hunter. Like either of them were gossiping type. Ha!

                  "I have my sources," he said, grinning as if he had spilled some sort of inside joke. "We wanted to see the only human in all of Orange Gate County in person. See just how much of a threat you really are."

                  One of them, I immediately noticed-- especially when his pecs twitched with some sort of odd excitement. He didn't have a shirt on and winked at me. "She's a screamer, I can tell," he said, flashing a mouthful of fangs. "We should bring her back to the Cove and feast on her," he added.

                  For a moment, my heart skipped a bit. Werewolves.  

                  "We're not monsters," Orange and Red replied, shaking his head. "We'll be civilized about this, and just snap her neck."

                  "Run, Pepper, we'll handle this," Ronny said, pushing me behind him.

                  "You and what army, Flamey?" Red and Orange snarled, giving Ronny a hard shove until he almost fell to the ground. "The girl with the black lipstick and sketch pad next to you? My pack will rip you to pieces. So how about you two homos go lick each somewhere else?" He fake lunged at Gary, making Gary fall back against a car.

                  Ronny's hands tightened into fists. "Listen, you stupid--"

                  Gary leaped off of the car and restrained his brother with two hands. "Don't," he whispered. "Not yet."

                  "What do you mean, "Not yet"?" I asked.

                  Ronny looked me right in the eye. "I'm not what you think I am, Pepper. I'm sorry I lied to you."

                  "Yeah, he's not what you think he is. Straight." Orange and Red said, giving Ronny another hard shove. "Wanna fight, girly? Let's see what you got. I could drop kick you across the world. Come on! Give me your best shot, girly."

                  "Hey, back off, Starburst! If anything, you're the one that doesn't look straight here. You guys look like the pack of gay wolves from Vampires Suck that end up dancing and slapping their butts, and you're really going to make fun of people? And really? Your hair? Bad paint-ball accident?"

                  His pack of Werewolves started to growl in unison.

                  "Starburst?" Red and Orange growled.

                  "He didn't do anything to you, moron! If you want to pick on a "girly", pick on me!" I shouted, throwing a bag of clothes at him. "Pick on me, so I can kick your ass and like it!"

                  Red and Orange whirled around to face me, eyes flaring with anger.

                  "That's right, sweetie. Get angry." I rolled up my imaginary sleeves, motioning him to come at me. "Come and get it, doggy. Come and get a piece of this."

                  Then he was charging at me.

                  "No!" Ronny threw up his hands at the last minute and Red and Orange froze, his mouth open in shock as if he had touched something really cold. All at once, all of the cars in the parking lot started to beep and bounce up and down like a low rider.

                  "Humps" by The Black Eyed Peas began to blare from every cars stereo, making my eyebrows raise past my hairline.

                  "I'm not a Flamey," Ronny said, anger dancing along his features. "I'm a Fairy."

                  I watched, mouth open in awe, as Red and Orange's pack of idiots started to sway back and forth to the music. "What are you doing to me?!" Red and Orange's shouted, as him and his werewolves started to all sway to the beat of the music. Their expressions slowly started to go slack, and their hips thrust to the beat of the music. All at once,  each of them started to pop their butts to the beat, dancing as a boy band would all around the parking lot. The men started twirling and doing back flips like acrobats, then lining up in conga lines and grinding against each other. Once in a while, they would even strike a pose as boy bands always do.

                  I looked to Ronny with a wide-eyed look. "You're a what?"

                  Ronny smiled at me and flicked his wrist. "Baby Got Back" turned on and I covered my mouth to restrain myself from exploding with laughter.

                  "I'm a Fairy, Pepper." Ronny said, ignoring the fact that there were half-naked dancing men all around us. He had some abrupt self-control for a guy that gawked and whistled at almost every hot guy that had passed by us in the mall. "So is my mother. I didn't want to tell you because...well, it's an annoying to tell someone because I'm gay and all. But now that's I've met you...I know what confidence really looks like. And you know what? I'm a FAIRY! I'm a FAIRY!"

                  "And you too?" I pointed at Gary.

                  "No, my dad and I are vampires."

                  "You like when the werewolves dance in Vampire's Suck? Then you're going to love this," Ronny said, wiggling and rolling his hips in a sensual way, then shimmying his shoulders. Like puppets, the men started to mimic Ronny's skillful dance moves. And as Ronny twisted up his t-shirt so that it looked like he was wearing a bikini, each of the werewolves did the same thing with their zombie-like expressions. Soon after, Ronny had them dancing and prancing around like girls on top of cars and dropping their butts to the ground then back up.

                  Ronny wiped his forehead, flicking invisible sweat to the side as the guys continued to dance like maniacs. "I am so fabulous, er-mah-gerd."

                  With a painful expression, Red and Orange replied, "I'll kill you for this! Mark my words!"

                  "Hey! Watch what you say to us, or we'll make you twerk until your butt bleeds!" I screamed at him, then laughed wildly with Gary and Ronny.

                  "I....can't...stop! My...butt...hurts!" one of his pack members said, shaking his butt in Red and Orange's face.

                  "Make it stop, make it stop! We won't bother you ever again! Please, make it stop!" Red and Orange was practically sobbing as all of his pack members started to grind against him like professional lap dancers.

                "You're a waste of our time anyways," Ronny said. With a snap his fingers, the pack of idiot werewolves were no longer dancing, but screaming and leaping over cars to get away from us. We started laughing again until we were rolling around in the middle of the parking lot. What seemed like hours later, we finally started walking back to Ronny's car again.

                  "Girl, you're the craziest chick I've ever met," Ronny laughed, opening the backseat door for me and dropping the many shopping bags off in his hands, then getting  into the driving seat of his car. That's exactly what Sin said, I thought. Ronny started to back up his spot, turning over his shoulder to look behind him and winking at me. "No, really! What the heck are you, New Girl? I've never met a human that was this much fun."

                  My stomach sunk a little at that.

                  Humans in this town means only one thing to me, Hunter's voice echoed in my head.

                  "Hunters," I whispered so low that I almost hadn't heard my own voice, once Ronny had turned back around. It was then I looked out my window in time to see a man dressed in all black zip by us on a motorcycle.

                  "What the--? Someone's in a rush. He almost dented my car!" Ronny cursed bitterly under his breath, putting the car into drive.

                  "Follow that guy," I found myself saying. "Now."

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