He really was a good boyfriend, so thoughtful and attentive. Rebekah flashed Kurt a smile as she took his, nearly forgiving him for the silliness of her costume then. He just wanted to show off, like most men did. Her mother had told her it would be so, that her beauty would make her a trophy for the men who held her on their arms. Sometimes she just wished for more, but Kurt was good to her and she did love him, in her own way; not like the aching burning passions so many other, more dramatic people seemed to experience though. His pirate speak summoned a bubbling giggle from her lips and she shook her head at him, though she couldn't help but notice just how good he looked in his costume. He did indeed match her in her beauty with his masculine handsomeness.<br/><br/>When the witch, a girl she knew by the name of Whittney moved past, her eyes holding annoyance at Bekah the girl inwardly sighed. Yes, Whittney was one of her dance team and yet, she was usually the one to dress to the most sensual affect. But it was Halloween and it wasn't Bekah's fault some men were wise enough to steer clear of the clingy female. If she were to allow herself to be mean she would think of Whit as a bitch, most girls did. But Bekah thought it was just that she was insecure, just like she herself, not that she ever showed it. Different people, different manners. She laughed again at Kurt and leaned into his arm, enjoying his closeness. That was one perk of dating, she loved to be touched and he liked to touch her.<br/><br/>The ballroom opened up to them, already full of a good amount of people and she smiled and waved here and there, both of them the well known 'golden' couple on campus. Social events were sometimes such a bore. She threw Kurt a seductive smile and tugged on his arm "Come on handsome, I want some alone time..." after all if she had to be dressed up like a feline with hormone issues she might as well use it to her advantage, better to be with him, caressing and exploring and enjoying it then to be crowded by such a large press of people all vying for attention.<br/><br/>Diana had noticed the moment Kurt entered the room, and the way Rebekah was dressed felt like a blow to her heart. How could she compete with the golden skinned goddess at his side? Maybe she shouldn't do this after all, she felt the house shift, readying for the midnight hour, for the magic she had created that lay in wake within it. No, it was too late to turn back, and she wanted him, even if only for one night.<br/><br/>When Zen called out her name she turned toward the pretty Asian  and nodded, her own gaze going back to the clock. Yes, it was time. She slipped from the room, largely unnoticed and went to the hidden cupboard, exacting the book and the candle again. A flick of her finger lit the wick and she flipped open the book, holding the candle in one hand and the leather bound tome in the other as her eyes flickered over the page. Finding the words she sought she paused, inhaling deeply before slowly beginning the chant, a mixture of old English and Gaelic, not an easy tongue but one common enough to her spellcraft. The house moved around her again, it was rustling, eager for its part. It was the spirit of it after all. Her voice picked up the beat and increased in volume toward the end when the candle flared up brightly and she felt the magic rush through her again, just as awesome as before, though this time more so, because it was she alone who bore it. The candle went out suddenly, the lights died and all went quiet as if in shock within the house. And the old grandfather clock, powered not by electricity but by cogs, tolled the midnight hour in solemn, loud tones.<br/><br/>The candle dropped along with the book from her fingers as she sank down, sitting with her back against the wall and trembled, feeling magic far greater then her own close around her now. What had she just done? But it was too late.....only dawn would break it now.