"Who me?" She defended herself, "Who doesn't want a strong handsome man to hold them and protect them from all this towns, boogeymen of the night?" she joked. Becca for one did like the idea of a boytoy, but mostly she was just lacking romance in her life. Though she wouldn't admit that that was what she wanted. She just played it off and finished putting on her mascara.

When Onyx asked what Becca was dressing up as, she smiled her typical charming smile and stood up, pulling her wings on over the white dress. "An angel, of course," she said, batting her eyelashes. She laughed then. Her an Onyx were always silly together.

Her bestie jumped up after talking about the book and grabbed her own costume. Becca had begun curling her long hair, watching her friend to see her costume. "A cheerleader!" Becca exclaimed, "It's perfect Onyx! So you!" The outfit matched her peppy personality, and the GO TEAM on her cheek was the perfect touch.

When Becca was done curling her hair and insterting the jewel hair pins, and finished doing her make-up where a little bit of glitter eyeshadow topped the look, she pulled on her lace-up heels that matched her outfit perfectly. She pulled her necklace on again, never going anywhere without the family heirloom. Somehow it always added the perfect touch to every outfit.

She almost laughed at the idea of her family protecting it for generations. Heck, Becca would protect it, too. The worlds greatest fashion accessory. She was staring at it in the mirror and smiling, amusing herself. She couldn't believe some of the stories there'd been about it. Apparently her family had been trained in all sorts of fighting styles, including having immense knowledge in the extermination of vampires and werewolves.

Her great grandparents had actually expected her to train for things like that. How ironic that she'd end up in a town like this, with the necklace. No matter. If the what they said was true, then no one of evil intentions could get their hands on it anyway. The second an impure being of any kind laid a finger on it, it would become hot, so hot it would burn their skin, melting their flesh away instantly. Heck, she could even use it as a weapon against them if she needed to.

Becca shook her head and looked at Onyx. "This town is making my head wacky," she said. "Are you ready to go? I need some air or something," she said. Becca left all of her things at Onyx's house, they'd probably return here later for sleep, each needing each other to help them along. That's how it usually tended to work out. She slipped her small cell phone into the cleavage of her dress, hiding it well, as to not let the sight of it ruin her costume. "Who's driving?" she asked.

((If you want, you can say whichever of them drove, drove them there so we can get them there already. ))