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Travis and Kyle stood outside of the location where the club was glamoured. It was a warded so that it could only be seen by halfbloods who know the secret password or words in this case. They were Latin words actually and he always had trouble remembering them.

Oh . . . no . . . it couldn't be as simple as 'I solemnly swear I'm up to no good', no it had to be some confusing shit. But just when he thought they'd never get in, a port door popped open on the opposite side of the street and Lauren and Zach walked out. They spotted them and Lauren waved with a smile before muttered something to Zach and ducking back through the door. She disappeared for a moment before opening the door again and walking out with Quinn.

Sometimes he had to wonder when those three were ever going to get it together, but seriously doubted any of it would be settled until one or the other of them were willing to stake their claim. Not to sound like a sexist jerk, but he could tell they both really liked her but neither would ask her out. He chuckled to himself if neither of them were willing to get with the program he seriously considered he would; she was a stone cold fox.

Lauren is an African American halfblood fae who wields magic like a pro. She's a tiny little thing but don't let that fool you. She's also a well trained fighter, they all are, and she can be up one side of you and down the other in the blink of an eye and you wouldn't even know what hit you. She has the biggest hazel eyes he has ever seen and the face of an angel and the lips of a goddess, she's also a brainiac, any guy would be lucky to have her.

Hell yeah he'd seriously tap that but Zach AKA Angel Boy is an epic badass when he's angry. Have you ever heard of the wrath of God try the wrath of an Angel? Trav shuddered despite himself.

Quinn isn't any less volatile. He's a Navajo shifter, someone once called him a filthy *Skinwalker – whatever that means -- and they were picking up pieces of him for days.

Don't get him wrong, he's strictly chickly, but he could see why Lauren was having a hard time choosing who to date. The guys were equally good looking. Zach had Quinn on the height thing though he must be 6'6" or even 6'7". Quinn had Zach on the laid back fun loving thing. Zach had the guy next door look down. With scruffy short brown hair and blue eyes while Quinn was his polar opposite, he had dark brown eyes and a long black Mohawk that he braided all the way down his back. Zach was a hoody and jeans kind of guy while Quinn was into leather jackets and biker boots. One was clean cut the other bad boy personified.

Girls flocked to them both but they only had eyes for Lauren. He'd seen the jealous looks Lauren got from the girls at school when she wasn't looking and yeah it wasn't pretty.

Lauren joined them then and he gave her a smile before he hugged her fiercely, while giving Quinn and Zach a get it together look.

They totally misinterpreted his glare though and just looked at each other with a 'what did I do look' and shrugged.

Lauren ever the smart ass uttered the passwords.

She called to the wind blowing off the coast, "Naivietas, Yeonomus, Xysticus." And the club shimmered into existence. Standing on either side of the red door stood two colossi Halfblood gaints. Fric and Frac were behemoth bouncers. You'd have to have a screw loose to dare to even tangle with them.

They smiled at Lauren as she sauntered up in her tight satin mini skirt, thigh high patent leather black boots and off the shoulder top. This wasn't her normal attire she normally dressed like the girl next door, he had a sneaky suspicion that Kelly their resident Instagram star might have had something to do with her barely there outfit. He noticed the bouncers eyeing her up, and thought size or no size they best not make a move. He gave them a hard stare to put them on notice. She was off limits.

And just because she looked fifteen didn't make her off limits either. Age isn't such a big thing in the magical world. That's why there's no drinking age and they don't card at the door. Could you just imagine carding a thousand year old immortal, because he looks seventeen? Yeah that'd be no bueno. He chuckled to himself at the thought.

"Hey girl, we haven't seen you in awhile. Where've you been keeping your fine self? Frac said, smiling at her suggestively

Okay apparently he was ignoring Trav's warning, but now he could see that Zach and Quinn were sending out warning signals of their own.

Lauren giggled and blushed, which made Quinn growl quietly, but she elbowed him and said, "stop it Quinn, Monty's just be nice.

Lauren fixed the bouncer with a hard stare, "Hey Monty how's your wife doing? I hear she's due any day now." She finished dryly.

Monty had the good sense to look sheepish.

"Hey Rocko," she added.

Rocko chuckled, "Hey girl," and winked at her as he opened the door for them.

Travis shook his head thinking that would teach him to think any of the girls he hung around with couldn't take care of themselves.

The club was lit and packed to the rafters. Standing room only. It looked like every other magical creature had the same idea of cutting loose tonight. Travis took the lead and waded through the sea of beautiful bodies. Seriously there wasn't a single ugly person in his world. He had to wonder though how many of these stunning creatures were lookers, because of good genes or an expert glamour? His world held its fair share of horrors as well.

The crowd parted like the red sea for him. They usually took one look at his size and, clearly judging a book by its cover, moved quickly out of his way.

His eyes scanned the dance floor for their crew. He caught a glimpse of Xan grinding up against a fifth year fury and muttered under his breath 'shit trouble in paradise', thinking: somewhere they'll for sure be an extremely pissed Kelly, and he was right, he looked up to the invisible balcony to see her cold dead stare fixed on the happy pair on the dance floor. She was sucking back a big girlie drink with a vengeance. When a male demon offered her a shot, she threw that back too, and shoved him away from her indelicately.

Kelly and Xander were like the super models of a top-modeling school. They were both demigods and ridiculously beautiful. Kelly was nearly six feet tall and a blonde blue-eyed bombshell, and Xan was a six foot four, blonde surfer dude type with rugged good looks and crystal blue eyes. They were the Ken and Barbie of their magical high school.

He scanned the bar again and his eyes alighted on the rest of the gang sitting in one of the big comfy seating areas behind her on the balcony, so he made his way to the magic wall. Placing his hand on the vibrating surface he found himself up on the balcony in the blink of an eye. He had to shudder. That feeling was so fucking eerie and exciting. It's a wonder no one got addicted.

Oh . . . the club owners knew what they were doing alright when they installed that particular thrill ride. From where he stood he could see three couples taking advantage of it. Magical clubs aren't like human ones: no one would come to break them up before things got too x rated, no an orgy could break out and the bartenders would just knock off the serving at the bar and blandly weave in and out of the writhing bodies. As long as the club's making money anything goes. You gotta love it.

This was one of the number one hangouts for tweakers. They came here often to abuse their magic, it was one of the places they felt safe to do it. It was a great place to disappear from the council. Their halfblood club probably had more wards than his school and the guard's headquarters combined.

Speaking of tweakers he had to wonder how Cam was doing. He'd gotten his magical essence back, but he was still addicted to the deathworms's venom and apparently he would be for life. And as if to answer his question he saw Megan reach out to cover Cam's trembling hand, as he gave her a grateful smile. Ah . . . those too were so sweet. It gave him hope that he'd find a Megan of his own one day.

They too were an attractive pair. They were both Undine, Cam was the scruffy beach bum with light dark brown hair and gray eyes and a Selkie, and Meg who you could spot from a mile away with her bright red long hair and bright blue eye, was a mermaid.

"Hey guys thanks for saving us a spot," Lauren called before Zach and Quinn started wrestling over the last spot on the couch next to her.

One of these days he was going to have to take them aside.

How could they not know how ridiculous they looked?

The rest of the gang greeted them, and Donnie offered him a spot on the love seat with him. So he flopped down in the vacant spot before Kyle could nab it.

"Jerk!" Kyle growled as he flopped onto the new additions to the club. A leather square coffee table that sat in the centre of the cluster of seats had been added since the last time they came. Sitting there would mean he'd have his back to the dance floor so he'd miss watching the girls dance.

"Sucks to be you," Travis shouted as he chuckled at his brothers exaggerated pout.

Donnie the Cat Sith missed the exchange and when Trav followed his eyes to the obviously pissed Kelly, he thought, dude you so don't want to go there. There was something new about their Italian Cat Sith. Then he lit on it. Donnie was wearing his usual blazer but with a pair of skinny jeans but this time he was shirtless. Probably to show off his new tattoo a large black intricate cross was inked across his chest and stomach.

Travis had to admire the workmanship as he exclaimed, "Dude nice tat! Is it new?"

"Si, you like?" Donnie spread his jacket wide so he could get a better look and Trav whistled thinking maybe he should get some ink too. Kyle dove in to get a closer look and soon everyone else was coming over.

The spectacle gave his foster brother the opportunity to steal Ray's seat and dive in beside Ollie.

The rest of the crew sat back down in relatively the same spot but Ray the Japanese demigod and dragon shifter, looking pissed that Kyle had stolen his seat, perched himself on the arm of the couch closest to Ollie his incubus friend.

Olivia the French Canadian succubus had two personas: a smoking hot female one, and an equally smoking hot male one. They both looked like Greek Gods with dark smoldering good looks. And they were seriously irresistible too. Once they turned their charms on you . . . look out.

It really was no wonder Ollie was here instead of Liv. Marley was playing here tonight and she hated to see her girlfriend feed on the desires of the halfbloods in attendance. So he imagined it was easier for them both if she fed while in male form.

Cam and Meg went back to the chair they were sharing, while Brenna their Inuit Shaman sat back down in the other one -- Connor their brooding Gean Cannah stood behind her.

Trav shook his head thinking poor dude that was one 'F' up situation. As a Gean Cannah he couldn't touch anyone, like ever. He clearly had a thing for the Raven haired beauty with the fine ass booty, but he was no slouch either; he had the kind of good looks girls go for, curly red-brown hair and unrealistic green eyes – like the color of moss green.

Travis wished the guy would just sit down already, but he guessed he couldn't blame him for wanting to keep his distance, if he had the power to ruin someone's life with a touch he'd be standoffish too.

Trav scanned the crowd for the remaining two members of their gang that were not on the balcony and saw them on the dance floor. CJ the mystery machine, really no one knew what magical being he was, but to say he was good looking would be undeniable. He was dancing with a gaggle of girls while Ryan the Arabic Jinn was dancing awkwardly with them.

He had to smile that CJ was taking the extremely shy, but good looking Ryan under his wing. Maybe with a few pointers Ryan would be able to drum up of the courage to finally ask out the Sila Jiniri he couldn't shut up about.

Xander was still grinding on the incredibly attractive fury and it looked he didn't give a shit what Kelly thought about it too.

As if on cue, she started staggering back to the group, giving a languid salacious look to every guy that passed making them stop in their tracks and pursue her. Donnie seeing the crowd that was gathering let out a menacing growl and jumped up to help her offering his seat to her graciously. She spilled her drink on him on the way over and it ran down his bare chest, and when she went to lick it off, Donnie's eyes got as big as saucers and his mouth dropped open in a perfect 'O'. Seriously if you told him he'd won the lottery he'd probably look less excited than he did right now.

"Oooookay," Lauren announced in a sing song voice as she stood up and went to her very inebriated friend, "Come on Kelly," she said like she was coaxing a small child, "we're going to take you home and get you in a comfortable pair of jammies, and put you straight to bed."

"No!" Kelly stood up at attention probably to prove she was sober enough, but quickly listed to one side like a ship in a gale, she continued with a slur, "I want to drink . . . and beat cupid's ass."

"Has anybody seen cupid," she asked in a whisper, placing her finger to her lips she made a shushing noise and winked theatrically, "don't tell him I'm looking for him, okay?"

When she hiccupped and spilled the rest of her drink on Lauren Zach got up to help her get her downstairs and out the door.

"She fought them the whole way. They had to stop and talk her into leaving several times, and it was a pretty tense moment for both his friends as they tried to get her past the still entwined Xander. Zach had to grab her just before she went after the girl. He could see the dirty look Zach threw at Xan as he went by.

When they finally made it out the door with a very volatile Kelly everyone in their group let out a sigh of relief.

All of a sudden Trav saw Kyle stand up, point and yell look Brah Lara's here with her friend!"

Trav rolled his eyes and gentle lowered Kyle's freak flag or in this case his obviously pointing finger and sighed, before he shook his head and said, "Cool it Dude."

As he led the way on to the dance floor he yelled over his shoulder at his overeager brother and pleaded, "Don't forget Bro you promised to let me do all the talking."

But before they could make it to the dance floor, the air above him began to crackle with magic and a portal open above him to allow a green globe come through. Travis didn't know what to think, but when the thing started pulsing above his head, he knew it couldn't be good. And so did everyone else who had noticed it.

And that was when it happened, even before Pandemonium could take the stage that's what broke loose.

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*In the Navajo or (: Diné) culture, a Skinwalker (yee naaldlooshii) is a type of harmful witch who has the ability to turn into, possess, or disguise themselves as an animal, usually a coyote for the purposes of harming people. Most skin-walker magic is done with the intent to commit murder.  Navajo witches, including skin-walkers, represent the antithesis of Navajo cultural values. While community healers and cultural workers are known as medicine men and women, or by terms in the local, indigenous language, witches are seen as evil, performing twisted ceremonies and manipulating magic in a perversion of the good works medicine people traditionally perform. Animals associated with witchcraft usually include tricksters such as the , coyote, but can include other creatures, usually those associated with death or bad omens. They might also possess living animals or people and walk around in their bodies by locking eyes with them. Skin-walkers may be male or female, but are typically male.

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