LOURDES, TREVOR, & EDEN | FOOD & BAR AREA | 9:30PM
Eden was standing near to the bonfire drinking a Pabst Blue Ribbon as she stared into the flames. She wasn't entirely sure WHY she was even here at this party, alone on the edges of the large group of students, most of whom she didn't know even a little bit. She had suggested to Cadge that he come to the party, but she wasn't holding her breath. As he liked to point out, social outings weren't his thing, but she had countered that drinking and hanging out with her totally was. He'd said he would try to come, but she wasn't holding her breath, since he also had some art he was working on and she knew how he got. Most people at this school were dressed like they stepped off the pages of a magazine, looking absolutely perfect. Eden herself was dressed the way she normally would, and she wasn't planning on going into the glowing lake. And if the party didn't pick up, or she didn't find someone to hang out with, she was leaving after another beer.
And then she had that weird fucking encounter with Wyatt, who HAD to have been drunk or something. The half breed was no longer in the mood to be here and after another beer, she had fished her phone out of her pocket and was texting Cadge.
This is lame. And Wyatt was a total fucking weirdo. Where are you? As she clicked send, someone grabbed her arm and turned her around.
"What the fuck is your problem," the fae snapped at the person who turned her around. And then she was staring into the face of a ghost. Her beer slid from her hand and her blue eyes widened as the can crashed to the sand to land at her feet. The face staring back at her looked as shocked as she was.
"I told you, bitch has your face," came the voice from behind the familiar stranger. Eden tore her blue eyes from her doppelganger and looked at Wyatt standing behind her.
"Wyatt, what the fuck is wrong with you?" she asked again, still not addressing that this girl in front of her had her face.
"I have no idea who the fuck Wyatt is," the blonde guy informed her, "but I'm not Wyatt. I'm Trevor. Trevor Landon." He gestured at the girl in front of him. "This is Lourdes Backer. My girlfriend. We would like to know why you have her face."
Eden couldn't stop staring at the girl who was identical in front of her. "Her face?" she echoed. This guy wasn't Wyatt? What the fuck was going on here? Was it possible....no, she wouldn't let herself think that it was possible to this girl in front of her was Angel. Angel was dead. And never dressed like that. Like her.
She just stared at them in silence until the guy who said his name was Trevor spoke again. "We could just start with your name," he suggested. Eden was pretty sure he was drunk.
"Eden Sheridan," she said without thinking, still dazed and in shock as she stared at the ghost of her dead twin.