Revenge

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It was getting late, the party goers were getting drunk, fighting, and having sex. You know the average high school party. I watched quietly, making sure I was unseen. The party was thrown at a typical jocks house. I watched from the shadows, making sure no one got hurt too bad. Why I do this, I do not know, but when you are a seventeen century old being, you tend to respect rampant revelry. These parties had nothing on the festival of Dionysus, but I digress.