(Clara’s POV)

Well that was…rather interesting I guess.

Taking off the headset, I spot my bunnies silently hopping along the dirtied floor.

Ah, I did forget to take them out for such a long time.

“Sorry my cutsies, lets’ go have a walk now” I stand up and head to the balcony door, the soft sounds of their paws following and passing me into the ‘garden’.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I do notice Choppy’s looking up at me with a hungry look.

Walking to the kitchen, I grab some rabbit feed and fill up their empty trough with water. They smell the food and hop into sight, nibbling away at the food frenzingly, while I head up to take a quick shower.

I should get myself a bite to eat too, before I drop off. Jeez blacksmithing really killed me, and having to fight straight after too.

It was hell of a battle, the first part anyways.

Grabbing my razor I begin shaving my legs, thinking about that battle.

We had no idea what was going on outside when we all bursted out, randomly killing everything in sight, mostly out of shock, in my case at least.

Surviving that, there was then the final wave…Don’t know how in the world I got through that either…

And the afterparty...no idea what was going on in the slightest. I mean giant speaking frogs with rainbow eyes that popped out when they got too excited…that candy was definitely some sort of hallucinogenic.

Luckily I regained my sense a couple of minutes ago so here I am…back in the Real World where there isn’t something coming to ruin my life.

*Bzzt*

I…take that back...

Getting out the shower, I pick up my low battery phone, seeing that I’ve received a text from Danny. Oh I have a bad feeling about this.

Heyyy guess who’s coming with me to Legacy house for tonights party? That’s right it’s you! Anyways you better start getting ready for your escort will be there at 10 with your costume…unless you’re already in one.

Wait a second, party?

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Oh god I forgot about this whole endeavor. Uggh I just want to go to sleep.

By the tone of his message I don’t suppose he’s going to let me sleep this party away…

And he’s going to make me a vampiress either way too…Halloween sucks.

*Sigh*

Whatever, let’s just get this over with. If I make an appearance I can just bail after a while and get some much earned sleep.

*Dingdong*

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Err please, whoever you are, go away.

“Danny said that if you don’t open up I’m allowed to kick down the door” The voice is womanly…making the situation a lot more terrifying since it’s related to Danny…since I do owe him, oh no.

I expected it to be either a dick or a rugby lad (surprisingly they are different…well some of them)…but a woman sent from Danny?

*creak*

“Perfect, now come on we’ve only got 2 hours so giddy up onto that chair and we’ll begin right away” No explanations as to who you are…ok then.

The speaker is a tall, thin woman with spiky black hair, multiple lip, nose and ear piercings along with a hand tattoo weaving up her right arm.

“Erm who are you?” I ask as she directs me to the dining room chair…mostly complying from shock and trust in Danny.

Sitting me down, she pulls up a chair and places a large black case onto the table in front of me. Ahem, I don’t like being ignored, so I repeat once more.

Grabbing my chin she turns my head gently, musing to herself.

“Right, so I’m going to lighten your skin tone. That’ll be all for the beginning. Oh and I’m Hymn…like a prayer”

Not a confusing name at all…and that’s the basics? Just what’s been planned for me?

Opening her box, wow that’s a lot of make up, like 3 tiers of it along with brushes of all sizes and pots of whatever the hell that is…I’m scared.

She deftly takes a bushy brush, swirling it around in a white pasty dish.

“Close your eyes and mouth” Complying I feel the tickle of the brush as it lightly travels across my face.

Immediately after, I feel a soft, spongy thing plant onto my face, dragging downwards not so comfortably.

“Hmm…lucky you are naturally so pale, made this a lot easier” Hymn humms as she continues to drag whatever that sponge thing is down my face and nose.

“Keep your eyes closed” She warns as she finally stops with the dragging.

I hear the pop of something opening and then feel what I swear is a crayon smudge half-gently on my eyelid.

This continues for a painful way too long before she starts rubbing my eyelids gently. I don’t like this! This is why I don’t wear makeup!

“Open your eyesm look up and don’t blink” I comply, fearing whatever that will happen next.

A pencil (a freaking pencil) comes straight at my eye, digging itself between my eyelash and my eyeball.

Don’t blink, don’t blink.

The pencil goes back and forth under my eye travelling from one end to the other mercilessly. And just when I think it’s getting better…she does the other eye.

She stops “Blink then look down” Oh please no not the top!

Sure enough, the pencil is dragged through the top half multiple times till I can feel tears rolling down my cheek.

“Stop crying” I can’t, you have a pencil in my eye!

After torturing my other eye she finishes and moves my head around, peering at my tearful eyes with cold calculations.

“Now I’m going to widen the black around your eyes, giving you some small wings, hmm no scratch that you look fine as is. Instead we’ll move on” She begins shuffling through her giant case of makeup tools muttering inconceivable plans.

Huh? What’s going on? I’m completely lost as to what you’re going to do with my face!

She grabs…lipstick. Oh thank god, thought it was going to be something scary.

“How good are you at handling spices?” Hymn asks as she takes the lid off, whiffing the deep red lipstick.

Err random question much? And why is she whiffing the lipstick, is it like fla-

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“No”

“Well it’s the only decaying rose red I’ve got and I don’t have time to make more so suck it up”

She holds my chin and starts dragging the lipstick on my lips.

Hmm, spicy and I really should be getting a decision on whether or not to let this happen! But she’s really forceful and it’s not as spicy as I thought…like a slight prick of pain but that’s all. Oh and the constant slight

heat on my lips…but I guess that’s a good thing?

“Just don’t like your lips and you’ll be fine” Wait what.

Now that’s she’s said it…don’t, resist, resist!

“Back to whitening” She grabs the brush and I instinctively close my eyes, feeling it brush around my cheeks.

“Take off your shirt”

Ehh? Wait I don’t have anything else underneath.

“You won’t be wearing a bra so no point putting it on”

Excuse me? Since when am I not going to be wearing a bra outside the house in a public location?

She looks me in the eyes (I’d opened my eyes in shock) “Danny’s orders”

“Wait a second, why does Danny have a say whether I wear a bra or not?”

“Beats me, he just said the straps ruined your costume last time”

Oh…but still no!

“No”

Hymn rolls her eyes. “Fine take this” She fiddles with her back and whips off her bra momens later from under the loose fitting black t-shirt with Blöödling written in ironically enough blood splashes.

How’d you do that, and just what’s going on?

“We’re around the same size and this is strapless so it’ll satisfy you both” Hymn shrugs and pass the bra to me, turning around.

Taking my shirt off, I place it on my exposed lap and put on the bra.

“Done”

Hymn turns around and without hesitation begins brushing white powder down my neck.

“Hihi” It’s really ticklish.

The brushing goes from neck to the bra and she even stands up to do a good portion of my upper back.

Taking what is actually a sponge (though not very holey) she starts dragging that across my body, rather roughly and smearing the powder into my already very white skin.

Then she grabs a strange brown stick, penciling my collarbone, smudging the colour so it gradually fades out, highlighting my collarbone somewhat.

Hmm how interesting.

“Hand” I offer her a hand and she takes a small pot, filled the same deep decayed rose red (so like really dark dark red).

Grabbing my nails, she stops the small brush emerging from the pot and grabs nail clippers instead.

“Treat your body better” Wow sheesh, my nails are fine

She cuts my nails a little bit so they’re around the same length and after filing them they’re curved and not too dangerous…until she keeps filing them to a small point.

Now she colours my nails and adds a colourless liquid to the top which makes it glossy.

Whitening my hands and arms too she then grabs another brush, this time swirling it in a different white pot.

This brush goes all over where I’m white…doing little else but whitening me more I guess.

“Hmm, too weird. Take it all off”

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Excuse me what?

“Do you want to be partially white? Take it all off”

Ok ok, but even if you are a girl it’s still sort of uncomfortable being naked around you.

“If it makes you more comfortable I’ll get naked first”

“No no it’s fine” Gosh that’d be way more uncomfortable!

Stripping, I turn away from her and feel the brush ticking down my back, butt and then legs.

*Shiver* Oh that was ticklish, odd yet mildly enjoyable all in one.

“Turn around” After abusing my body with that sponge she finally speaks after a short while.

Complying, I cover myself up, but then don’t after she just gives me a ‘seriously’ look.

This woman doesn’t take things by half…and I’m not sure whether to feel super uncomfortable or enjoyed with the feeling of the brush. This is definitely something I was not expecting to happen within a million years.

After abusing my front and brushing me over with the other white she places her brush away and claps her hands once.

“And that’s me done” Hymn shuts her makeup case and stands up abruptly “You better be getting ready before Danny sends you someone to get dressed”

Wow rather harsh…but her tone was more factual rather than biting as it should’ve been.

She exits the house moments later and I’m left there…naked and white as snow…

Let’s put some clothes on…because I feel oddly enough not violated, probably from the superior formality of Hymn…

It all just happened so fast…and it was apparently Danny’s idea.

Checking the time, only 10 minutes had passed since she came in. Wow it really did happen fast.

I’ve got to be careful of Danny from now on…because he can call up some daunting people out of nowhere.

Right…let’s get into costume; if I’m going to be forced out all night, might as well finish making the effort. I think I owe Danny that much at least (I owe him quite a bit to be honest).

Opening up my wardrobe, I take out the long flowing black dress that I wore during Blood Night.

*Gulp*

Wriggling into it, I slowly work on zipping up the back, trying not to catch the loose dress by my wrist in the zip like last time…that was annoying to sort out.

Phew, that took way too much effort.

Patting myself, down, checking that there’s no weird rips or anything else that will get Danny to have me wear the team costume, I hoist up my dress and tiptoe towards my shoe box.

Short black stiletto heels, the only ones I’ve ever allowed Mother to buy me…still don’t understand why she liked them…the only hurt my feet after a while.

Though I don’t have any other black shoes so…dammit.

Putting on the heels, with much effort, I stand up straight, letting the dress fall finally not skimming the ground any longer (it’s to my ankles so the heels are kind of necessary if I want to walk).

Grabbing my brush, I start combing my hair, wincing as the brush gets caught in the tangles.

After god knows way too long, my hair is straight, falling down about halfway down my back and I go back to the bathroom to put on the pair of vampire fangs that Dad gave me as a joke; ‘for giving love bites’ he had told me…

Good old dad, wonder how he’d react if he heard I’d just been half-forcefully makeuped. and now am going to this Legacy house…whatever that is?

I swear I’ve hear of it before just don’t remember when or where or anything about that conversation really.

Sticking the teeth over my two canines with the putty that’s in the box, I’m all vampired up…ready to suck the energy out of people because I am quite tired!

Yawning I head to bed, feeling some furballs cuddling up to me greatfully.

Ahh, this is what I should be doing tonight.

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*Dingdong dingdong dingdo-*

“I’M COMING SO STOP RINGING MY DAMN BELL”

Wrenching open my door with a growl on my face, I’m greeted by a zombified Trent in his rugby uniform, a sick looking patient Derek and Danny…in a bathrobe tightly bound, covering head to toe.

They all actually look really well done, especially the make up (was it Hymn’s doing?).

“Damn, angry cute vampiress is in the house ladies and gentlemen” Trent announces giving me a cheeky grin.

“Danny…where’s your costume” I am not going if you are not wearing a costume…and your bathrobe doesn’t count.

“Go on Danny boy show her” Derek gives him a playful nudge and Danny, sighing, takes off his bathrobe

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Oh my…is that a padlock?

“Derek, I will be doing everything in my power to get someone else voted as social sec next year” Danny squints his eyes towards Derek, who just laughs.

“Buddy, I’m getting you 100% laid tonight” He puts an arm around Danny, jingling the chains going down his chest in an x shape.

“…Derek, may you continue being our social sec forevermore”

Derek laughs boisterously, quite unlike his dying look.

“I don’t understand” I look at them confused and Trent gives me a pat on the shoulder.

“You’ll see, just be ready to close your eyes” Huh? What do you mean? Wait scratch that, I have a bad idea of what’s going to happen…

The other 2 have begun walking so I briskly catch up with them, almost tripping in the process but I’m fine.

Not sure I want to walk with Danny and his most…interesting…costume. Yeah let’s go with interesting.

As we walk up the long hill I hear multiple exclamations from dull looking zombies and wolf whistles from sluttily dressed witches, all aimed at Danny most likely.

“Ah this collar really itches”

Something I never would’ve thought I’d hear come out of Danny’s mouth…I’m officialy scarred.

Moving in front of him so I don’t have to watch his metal pants jingle every step I now have to watch two guys in ambulance coats carrying a stretcher up the hill, a white sheet covering whatever’s on the stretcher.

Nice addition to the whole paramedics theme? But they kind of look bonafide …no blood or anything possibly notifying their halloweeniness

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Maybe they’re actually carrying someone who’s hurt…but why is there a white sheet over it and why aren’t they using an ambulance?

“AH” the back paramedic trips, sprawling to the ground and dropping the stretcher along with its contents, which begin rolling down the hill, clammy grey arm whipping out momentarily before being covered by the sheets/

“QUICK SOMEBODY STOP IT” The still standing paramedic shouts as he bounds past his teammate, who seems only a bit jolted.

Trent rushes forward to stop it but the white sheet stops moving quite abruptly, probably hitting a jutted out stone…I mean this is an old cobblestoned street. And now a mass of sheet lies in the street.

The paramedic catches up to the sheet, dropping to his knees and beginning to dig through the sheet.

“Buddy, you alright?” He calls out loudly, drawing everyone’s worrying eyes. Whoever was under that sheet just got a whole lot worse.

“RAAH” A head pounces out the sheet, biting into the paramedic’s vested throat, blood splattering up his face violently.

Dropping to the floor and rolling down slightly, the paramedic doesn’t move…but the one who bit him, with grey clammy skin, dead white eyes and wearing a doctor’s coat does.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Everyone screams and begin fleeing.

Oh god I should be running too!

ARIA’s just gotten me so used to seeing things dying everywhere (we literally massacred a ton of spiders and whatnot else just a ok better part of a day ago but still really recently) so I wasn’t actually overly frightened by it.

Either that or I'm just way too tired to react.

Don’t get me wrong though…I’m terrified of the zombie that’s slowly rising up, and the paramedic too now…but I didn’t have the same screaming reaction as mostly everyone else…that’s every scarier in itself.

Turning away from the two zombies and preparing to run, I hear a chuckle, light and quiet at first but quickly growing boisterous and loud to the point where both zombies and the remaining living paramedic were in hysterics battering their fists on the ground in rhythm with their laughs.

Those who haven’t disappeared off the area stop and turn back…utterly confused for just a few unrealising seconds.

Although I do spot one young guy, with a burnt face and burnt clothing actually clapping from extremely nearby…as if he had gotten closer?!

“Oh man, that was FANTASTIC” the original zombie finally speaks in the midst of laughing “Never thought it would’ve had such an effect!” He turns to the ‘living’ paramedic “Oh did you see how they ran?”

Both laugh as many of the people start inching towards them, slightly vengeful…I mean I’m not because it was quite a good prank, flipping terrifying but well played indeed.

The zombie stands up, noticing the slight bloodthirst in the air.

“Twas a pleasure for this genious to play with you fools, now come my servants, let us partay away this night”

Giving everyone a smarmy grin, he saunters over to the stretcher lying back down on it while the other two pick it up, once more covering the zombie and rushing away before some of the more bloodthirsty people can cross the street.

Well that was certainly scarring…now I’m torn between what scarred me worse; the fact that I didn’t scream and run like hell like the rest of humanity upon seeing a zombie (barring the strange burned man)…or Danny’s ‘interesting’ costume…

“I think we should walk past them, not sure my ears can cope with such screaming” Danny suggests and we all nod.

Half running (well I can’t really) past them we make our way further up the street

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(Mr Spencer/Joat's Pov)

I had my doubts with that Aiag damned smarmy smile of his…but with the way he spoke down to literally everyone in the street who look to be slightly out for his blood now…yeah that’s definitely him.

However, that was freaking terrifying! And I even knew it was a prank.

Well suspected. I mean paramedics carrying a covered stretcher through the streets? On Halloween too? Yeah that’s not some strange medical coincidence…

“Those bloody med students and that little fucker…I’m gonna kick his ass when I next see him” Someone grinds their teeth along with more than a few dozen others on the street.

No one tries going after them though, mostly because cobblestone road isn’t the best for all the ladies who are wearing high heels (all of them) and the guys don’t want to leave their ladies (seriously gents) so those 3 make surprisingly enough a clean getaway.

Though the weird burned face and suit guy is following them, quite entranced.

Odd fellow actually went up to them to get a closer look; he must’ve been really fascinated by the prank.

Right, should get back to focusing on getting to the party which is going to be amazing because it’s a Legacy house party.

Wait a second…did she say MED student?

That explains a lot about him…but how the hell has he got time to play ARIA so much?

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“Invitation” The tall, beefy black security guards looks me up and down rather distastefully. Well if you don’t like my suit, get yourself an art degree then come and then I’ll actually consider that you may be right about my disastrous choice of clothing colour.

“Does it look like I need an invitation?” I mean I am a dashing teacher in a gaudy, out there suit, able to catch the eye of every damsel within this sculpted perfections sight (they’d probably get sick if they looked to long though…).

“Sir, you need an invitation to come in”

“Jake Spencer, I’m on the list” I give him a smile as he checks his little clipboard, before waving me through.

Wohoo getting past the bouncer without problems.

Gah I love walking past bouncers for some reason; it’s like getting away with something even if you’re not.

Entering through the gates I’m greeted by a three story mansion of a house.

Damn I can’t even hear anything this close up…Whoever did the noise padding on this did a bloody terrific job!

*Crack*

Time to school these kids on the dance floor.

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