"You don't exactly seem to be grieving. Am I supposed to ask you to sit down?"

"I suppose I'm just used to death by now. I seem to react differently every time... maybe its a werewolf thing."

"A werewolf thing. Isaac, is this one of your friends? Did you think you were going to have fun putting one over on your old man?"

"No sir."

"Forget about that. Let's talk about Matt instead."

"Matt who?"

"...yeah. I suppose I was just kidding myself. I really thought I could control myself here. Which is so fucking laughable. But fuck, you're really going to make this easy, aren't you?"

He seems to have elected for running over talking.

Chasing him has its appeal, but now is not the time.

She grabs him and throws him against the wall.

"We aren't done."

His son has also elected for the same strategy.

He runs for the front door.

She moves in front of him. Humans are so slow.

"Isaac. I'm not going to kill you."

It's not entirely clear that he trusts her on that front.

He doesn't do much more than stay very still and stop breathing, though.

"Just leave us be! We haven't done anything to you, or this Matt!"

"Matt..." mutters the completely still statue.

"You really don't remember?" She pauses and laughs. "How many lives have you ruined? This house stinks of fear. Your son is a fucking trainwreck and YOU MURDERED HIM. You fucking stood by as he drowned and then did nothing."

He realizes who she means. A bit too late.

"I tried my best- I didn't realize until they had already pushed him in. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"Not good enough. Too little, too late." She looks at Isaac. "You're going to want to turn away for this."

He does as the lady asks.

"No, please- Isaac, don't you dare turn away. Isaac!"

"You'll never hurt him ever again. He'll never have to look at your face and remember. You'll just be dead flesh. Nothing."

Her transformation is different. It feels good, powerful.

She's on him in a moment and tears into him.

Soon enough, the alpha of Beacon Hills has finished off her prey.

There's still a weak, vulnerable human within reach, if she wants more...

He's pathetic. Weak. She can fix that.

She bites him.

Predictably, he might need a while to recover from that.

She'll find him again. Later.

For now, the day is hers. This town is hers. She's powerful. More powerful than she's ever been. 

She breaks open the door and runs.

The town is hers. The people are hers. Everything is hers.

The alpha heads towards the woods, she needs more blood. More meat. She's so hungry.

So she hunts.

There are many, many sources of blood in the woods. Some are human.

Well. This is her town, her territory. And she's so so hungry.

She eats her fill.

Some of her classmates elect to attend a party.

The alpha goes looking for whats hers.

His scent is familiar now. He's easy to track.

The house is larger than most in this town, and it's not exactly quiet. The entire building looks appropriately sinister, with sourceless organ music, pale green light, and various gory tableaus. 

Juliet changes back to human, Matts close presence helping her focus.

She's covered in blood... and naked. She looks around for something to cover herself.

There is a women's small t-shirt on the front lawn of the Washington house. It's soaked in a particular bodily fluid that she might prefer not to smell too deeply.

Yeah, she's not touching that.

Instead she sneaks inside the house through a window and into what she hopes is a bedroom.

Based on the sounds coming from this window, she might like to try the next one over.

That works too.

She does that.

This room is empty of humans, though there are some plastic cups of beer adorning it.

Classy.

She looks around for some clothes or even a large sheet. Going further into the house naked seemed like more trouble than it was worth.

Though she could say she was "dressed" as Lizzie Borden with the amount of blood she was covered in.

There's nothing lying around besides a neatly made bed, but she can try the closet.

The bedsheet would work but she tries the closet first.

The closet contains long, pastel skirts and pink and purple tops in various styles; there's a simple purple t-shirt that might be only slightly tight on her.

Well. Not really her style, but she cant really afford to be picky... Juliet quickly gets dressed in a skirt and the purple top.

She ignores the blood for now, it's Halloween, nobody is really going to question it. Still. She needs to find Matt and leave quickly. She's fucked everything up so much. Getting out of town tonight is her only option.

Juliet takes a deep breath and leaves the room.

There's an entire party to wade through.

The host spots her, and heads in her direction.

Juliet can be friendly. She actually likes Josh.

She meets him half-way.

"Diaz, hey. The house looks so great, sorry I wasn't able to pitch in. Probably should have asked my cousin to schedule the murder of my dad till after Halloween. Would have been much more convenient. And suitably dramatic."

"No problemo. We can schedule my dad's murder when you need something. Do you want a beer?"

"I mean, I'm on a roll today, apparently. So if your dad needs murdering now is the time to tell me." She pauses. "A beer would be great."

"Sweet. Do I suggest targets?"

He retrieves a beer by shouting "Beer!". A can is thrown at him. He hands it to her.

"I'm open to suggestions. Don't have much time though. I'll be leaving town soon."

She drinks the beer.

"You know the chem teacher? Mr. Harris. He can go. No one would really miss him."

"I'm surprised he's lasted this long, to be honest. The amount he antagonizes everyone in the school I thought he would have been killed already. Anyone else?"

"Nah, I think that's everybody. Where're you headed?"

"No idea. Away, somewhere remote and where I can figure everything out."

"Smart girl. Mind if I come along?"

"Juliet! You came. I'm glad you could make it."

Matt comes up to them, drink in hand. He gives it to Juliet.

"I made it." She takes it, kisses him and then drinks it all. "Josh wants to run away with us."

"We can bring him along if you want."

She bites her lip.

"Yeah. But also. I kinda- we sort of need to leave now. Tonight."

"Okay. Whatever you want. Should I pack, or are we being spontaneous?"

"I just murdered Isaac's dad and maybe three other people. Spontaneity might be wise."

"I have a driver who won't ask questions. We can ditch him at the border."

"Which border, Oregon? We don't even really know you."

"You're totally willing to jump on board and follow us? I'm covered in blood. Other people's blood. I am a werewolf and literally just ate a bunch of people. On purpose. Do you really want that in your life?"

"Are you trying to turn me off here? Gotta say, I'm very turned on."

He looks at Juliet.

"I'm really not joking here. I can't tell if you're joking. If you think this is some sort of Halloween prank thing. And contrary to everything going on with whatever my face is doing right now, I am freaking out. And I have blood all over me. I just killed people and I don't feel bad about it. Because he deserved it and I was hungry and this is my town."

"Lucky bastard. Have a good night, kiddos."

He wanders off.

"...I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner. Are you all set to go?"

"This isn't your fault. All of this is on me. I screwed up and- I- maybe I should go alone? This is so fucked up and I did this to myself. You shouldn't have to deal with this."

"I'm not abandoning you. Never. Just meet me at my house in thirty minutes, okay? I'll be ready to leave."

She kisses him.

"This is going to end badly."

"You can go with me if that's the problem, I just didn't want my parents to get suspicious when we're so close."

"It's not that. You can go."

"Okay. We can talk more about this later. If I don't go with you tonight, I'm going to regret it for the rest of my life."

He kisses her briefly, on the lips, and goes.

Juliet watches him go.

Then looks around the party, very uncomfortable.

No one else approaches her.

Well. Juliet doesn't really want to be here anyway...and she probably shouldn't interact with anyone else in the state she's in.

She goes outside, away from people.

There's someone standing outside.

He's at a distance, standing just at the edge of the forest, but she can see him. She can smell him.

He's a werewolf.

Yeah. She's not really suprised.

"You're not one of mine," she says at a normal volume.

"I'm not. My sister was the alpha in town, until hunters set us on fire. I came because I wanted to get in on the ground floor."

"You need power then."

"I do."

He steps closer.

"I've heard some interesting stories about your recent conquest. Are congratulations in order, or condolences?"

"Bit of both, I think." She pauses. "I don't have a lot of control. Right now. Well. Not ever, really. A lot of power though."

He steps closer.

"Are you sure you can learn how to use it? I can offer the voice of experience. I've been around the block a few times."

"I think the time for learning has passed. Do you think you could kill a two hundred year old Wendigo? Or would you need more power?"

"A beta couldn't finish the job. I could always use more power."

She looks up at the sky. "If I give that to you, make you an alpha.. would you kill him for me? He'll come after you regardless."

"I can outsmart a wendigo."

She hmms. "I turned two people this week. They haven't changed yet, obviously. But I don't want you to hurt them."

"I have some experience with packs. I can at least give them a head start."

"Suppose that might be enough." She laughs. "Stefan told me all the Hales were dead. I kind of wish you'd found me sooner."

"I'm here now."

He reaches a hand out, gently touching her neck.

"How do you want to do this?"

"You should make it hurt. Do you need me to transform? It's different now. I don't know how that will affect you."

"Oh, it's easier like this."

His claw slashes her neck.

It was easy.

The alpha of Beacon Hills seeks revenge.