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Chapter Four: Trick or Treat-Part 2

Walking out the dorm building with her heavy, combat boots on, the blonde's mind was filled.

Images of the man she once disposed, came pouring back into her mind. The foggy air around her only made it worse.

Looking around, she saw that there were trick or treaters still out.

"It's only ten P.M…." she quietly said. She inhaled deeply; her mouth began to water uncontrollably.

"It's not too early for a little snack," she smirked. She looked at the well-disguised children and teenagers around her.

"But first we'll have to go on a little shopping spree."

Walking along the sidewalk where an array of shops and stores still stood open, the red eyed girl spotted a Halloween store. 'Bingo.'

Entering the store named "Grimm-Wear," the blonde was welcomed with various "spooky" designs throughout the shop. Dolls stood alive, bats hung in the air, skeletons in the corner, she slowly walked in as she admired the place around her.

"Hello there, happy Halloween," a voice said from the side of the room. The blonde's ears moved.

Turning to face the voice, she was met with a man around her size, wearing a skeleton mask. "I do hope you find all of your items here."

Staring at him, Yang smiled. "Thanks, I think I will."

Walking further into the store, Yang looked around the racks of costumes hanging. Seeing a clown suit, a diver's wet suit, the blonde stopped after seeing a large, dark navy blue, jumpsuit. Picking up her arm, she felt the suit's material: thick and rough.

"How much for this one?" she asked.

"Thirty five dollars," the store employee answered behind the counter.

"Thanks…" she responded as she continued to look at the jumpsuit.

"I'll take it."

Taking off the costume from the rack, the blonde began to walk back to the cash register.

"That's a nice one you chose, miss," the male spoke out.

Reaching for her money, she smiled. "Thanks, it's necessary for tonight."

"Got any special plans?" he said as he began to put the suit in a large bag.

Placing the money on the counter, Yang chuckled. "You could say something like that."

"Well," the clerk said as he put the money in the cash register. "Just be careful tonight. Some spooky stuff happened last year, if you didn't hear."

Grabbing the bag, the blonde continued to grin. "Yeah, I'll be okay." Looking to the side of the man, the blonde spotted a white, emotionless mask sitting on a shelf.

"Hey," she began to say as she saw the cashier rip out her receipt from the machine. "How much is that mask there?"

The man looked back. "That one there?" he said as he pointed to the white mask she was eyeing. "Ten dollars. But for you, young lady. Five."

"Five dollar discount for me huh?" she smirked. "Well, I'll take it."

"Nice selection," the clerk responded.

Bagging her new bought item, the blonde took her receipt and began walking out.

As the doors opened, the blonde stood still as she heard the subtle words from the clerk.

"Have fun blondy."

Her smile grew mischievous.

"Thanks."

Stepping into the darkness, the blonde walked down the sidewalk, under the bright post lights. Smelling the air, she pressed her tongue against her canine tooth.

She began to take out the contents from within the bag. 'Need somewhere to change...'

Hearing the laughters of teens in the air, Yang spotted a nearby alley. 'Guess that will have to do.'

Entering the alley, she took out the jumpsuit and began putting it on. Zipping it up, she rolled her neck before putting on the white mask. She tucked her hair inside the jumpsuit.

She smirked.

'It's go time.'

Coming out of the alley, she ran into a group of teenagers that jumped out of their skins.

"Oh shit…" one of the teens said. "Scared me…"

Yang stood silent.

"Man, that's a really scary costume dude," one of them nervously laughed. Still, no response.

The teens all looked at each other and began walking away warily from the blonde. She smiled at their reactions.

Walking forward, she began to walk toward her destination, toward the bright, decorated house that stood at the edge of the neighborhood, to her next treat.

XXX

It was ten fifteen into the night and the blonde hadn't returned yet. Weiss was worried. But something within her still felt strange, bothered.

"Weiss, just go to sleep," Blake said as she began to go inside her covers. "She'll come back right now."

"Yeah, sis just needs some air and she'll be right back on her feet," the young leader said. "She's probably looking at Bumblebee or at the park."

"At the park?" Weiss asked. "The elementary one?"

"Yeah!" Ruby smiled. "We always went there a long time ago."

"Thats…"

"Besides," Blake smirked under her covers. "If you keep the light on, Ruby and I will never go to sleep, and you and Yang will never get your alone time."

The heiress blushed fiercely. "Just shut it!"

"Alone time?" Ruby asked as Blake chuckled. Weiss grew hotter with embarrassment and rage.

"Just shut up!"

XXX

Seeing a group of excited people exit a backyard that flashed many strobe lights as well as emitted a lot of steam, the blonde had arrived to a haunted house. By now, the air was very thick.

'Fuck...' Yang thought as her sight began to grow blurry. Gulping, she continued to go forward.

"Dude, that shit was so scary," one of the trick or treaters laughed as they began walking away.

"Yeah, that was pretty sick," another kid said as the group all laughed.

Looking at the many decorations on the lawn, Yang chuckled at the tomb stones.

'Irony at its best.'

"Mommy, mommy look at the scary person!" a young child said in front of the masked blonde. Yang stared at the young girl.

"Yes, he's very scary indeed," the mother smiled at the tall blonde.

'Hah… he.'

"Hmmm…" the little girl said as she examined the suited huntress. She looked straight into her eyes. "I want eyes like the big mister, mommy!"

"Yes, his eyes are very cool sweety," the woman continued to smile.

"Mister, where did you get that eye color?" the girl asked. Yang smiled behind her mask.

"Sarah, stop being so rude," the mother scolded.

"I was born with them."

The little girl looked up again. "Mommy, why does the scary mister sound like a girl?"

"I'm so sorry," the woman said as she held onto her daughter's hand and began walking away. "She can be a bit too blatant sometimes."

"It's true though," Yang spoke. They stopped and looked back. "I am pretty scary."

As the duo of mother and daughter began to walk away again, Yang continued to stare at the little girl who was still looking at her.

Turning around, she made her way to the brightened, haunted house.

XXX

Another fifteen minutes had gone by.

The heiress was dressed in her night gown, sitting on the edge of her bed. The other teammates were already asleep and the blonde wasn't back yet.

'Where is that dolt...'

She blushed as an image of Yang came into her mind. She moved her thigh on top of the other. Her body felt hot.

Grabbing her phone, she brought up Yang's contact.

Texting, she pressed the submit button and sent her a message.

'Hey...'

XXX

Passing by running children through a narrow driveway, the masked blonde made her way to the front door. She stood behind other teens who were waiting for the door to open as well.

Yang looked at the windows next to the door. Standing against the glass was a "Scare-O-Schedule" as well as a sign that read "Open."

"Trick or treat!" they all said.

"Oh man, I heard that the haunted house is so real looking and scary," one of them excitingly said.

The door opened, revealing an old, friendly looking man who looked to be around his fifties.

"Hello there young kids," he smiled brightly behind his thick glasses. "I see you're all ready to enjoy the maze behind."

"Oh yeah!" they all cheered.

The old man continued to sincerely grin. Yang stared at him. Her gaze grew cold.

"Well, make yourselves at home," he said as he moved to the side. As the group of young teens ran in, Yang slowly followed.

"Hello there young man," he smiled. "I'm guessing you're here alone?"

Yang stood still. Her red eyes just looked at him.

"Young man? Can you hear me-"

"Yes," Yang answered back as she placed her hand under the mask. Grinning, she lifted it up, "I am."

"Oh, you're a woman?" the old man said, feeling surprised. "I apologize for my rudeness."

Yang shook her head. "It's alright, you're not the first to mistaken me for a male," she laughed.

"Right," the old man smiled. "Well, fell free to join the youngsters in the maze or just enjoy yourself here, playing games. I'm just about to close up the house for today in a few minutes, be sure to spend each enjoying yourself."

"Thank you," Yang smiled. Watching as the old man returned the same gesture, he went into another room of what looked like a kitchen. Looking out into the living room, the huntress spotted other people playing a game system.

"Oh, I see you have the original Nentiedo system," she grinned as she got closer to the screen. "Playing Legacy of Zelden, huh?" she asked the young group of children.

"Yes…" the young player said as he concentrated on the game. Yang continued to smile at him.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

"Jake…" the boy said as he continued playing.

"Jake huh?" she grinned. She looked over to the other young boy and slightly older girl sitting on the couch beside him.

"And they are?"

"Bro and sis…" he quietly said.

"Ah… well, what are their names?"

"John and Melissa…."

"John and Melissa?" Yang questioned as she looked over to the other two siblings. They nodded their heads.

"So," Yang continued to question. She looked around the whole room; it was empty.

Thump.

"Where are your parents, Jake?"

Thump.

"They're working…"

"Mmm… I see," Yang smiled. It was near her; the scent, the pure, strong metallic scent.

Slam.

"So Jake, having fun playing that game?"

"Yes…"

Slash.

"That's cool," Yang smiled. "You know, I beat this whole game once."

"Whoa, really?" the little boy known as John, asked.

"Yes, really," Yang smiled as she closed her eyes. "But, that was a long time ago."

'You're not fooling anyone.'

"Hey Jake, maybe she can help you out since you're stuck," the sister commented.

"No way, I'm not getting help from a girl…" the little boy replied.

"Hey, that's not nice-"

"She's right Jake," Yang said as she continued to wear her smile. "I can help you out. Video game monsters aren't the only monsters I face on a daily."

"No way…" John said in awe. "You're a huntress?"

"Yeaup," Yang grinned.

Intrigued at the the blonde's response, Jake paused his game. "You're a huntress?!"

"Uh huh."

"So you fight those big, ugly grimm?!" he excitedly said.

Yang chuckled. "Yes, I do."

"Ah man, that's so cool! You protect the good and fight the big bad guys!"

"Haha, yeah" the blonde responded. "Protecting the people is what I do."

"That's so cool!"

"What's so cool?" a voice interrupted. Coming out from the kitchen was the old owner of the home.

Yang looked at him clean his own hands with a dish towel.

'It's been decided...'

"This lady is a huntress!" Jake exclaimed.

"A huntress?" the old man questioned. Yang heard the slight shift in his tone. He hesitated. "Well, ain't that a neat thing. I've had three huntresses come over today. What were their names again?"

Yang's smile began to form into a frown.

"Oh yes, that nice Blake Belladonna and that wonderful, sweet girl-"

Her stare grew cold.

"-Ruby-"

"Rose," Yang smiled.

"Yes…" the old man slowly replied. "How did you?"

"She's my sister," she grinned.

"Your sister's a huntress too?!" John said.

"Yes, she is."

"Unbelievable…" the old man said under his breathe.

"What's so unbelievable, Mr. Henry Davis the Third?" Yang asked.

"My name…? How did you?"

'You're scared….'

"She told me about how she had fun visiting you," Yang answered.

He sighed in relief.

'I can smell it...'

"Yes, well, she was a very fine, young gal."

'It's in broad daylight...'

"Of course," Yang smiled.

'Your facade, your looks, your personality.'

"Yes well, would you like some juice or maybe some water?" Mr. Davis asked.

'Your fear.'

"My throat is a little sore," Yang nervously chuckled. "I can go for some juice."

"Coming right up," Mr. Davis grinned as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Miss!" Jake said as he jumped in front of the huntress. "Can you tell me about your missions!"

Yang could feel her heart race; her mouth began to water. She felt the air around the boy. She could see the thick toxins around him, around his neck.

She smiled. "Maybe some other time Jake. It's getting a bit late, don't you think?"

"Yeah, Jake, mom and dad will come home pretty soon-"

"I don't care! I wanna hear her stories!" the little boy argued with his older sister. "I just wanna hear-"

"Jake," Yang spoke out. The boy looked toward the blonde. She bore her stare into his. "Listen to your older sister. She knows best."

"Yeah, but-"

"Jake," she interrupted. "You have to go home right now. Or else you'll face the big, scary monsters in the night. And you don't want that, right?"

Mesmerized of her red, dark eyes, the boy slowly nodded side to side. Yang smiled.

"Good, now, why don't you guys go get a head start right now. It's almost-" she looked at her phone. "Ten forty. I'm sure you guys can make it home safely if you leave right now."

"Okay…" the little boy replied.

Feeling a tug on her leg, Yang looked down. It was the little boy known as John.

"Miss huntress?" he asked.

"Yeah?"

"When I grow up, can I be a good huntress like you?"

Looking at the boy's wondering expression, Yang's mind was filled with her younger sister. Something about it made her remember the past.

She gave him a sincere grin. "Of course."

"I hope you're okay with grape juice," Mr. Davis said as he came into the living room.

Screams were heard outside.

"Those kids sure are having a blast," he chuckled. He looked at the trio of kids beginning to leave. "Leaving so soon?"

"Yeah," the oldest sister replied. "Our parents will come home soon and we thought we should go-"

"Well, why not just invite your parents here for a while," the old man suggested. "I'm sure they wouldn't mind some snacks."

"I'm not sure, mister," the girl replied. "I think they'll be tir-"

"Nonsense, I'll call them over myself," he smiled as he set the grape juice down and went toward a nearby phone. "What is their number?"

"Well, it's um-"

"Mm, this is some good juice, Mr. Davis," Yang commented as she sipped the beverage. "It tastes fresh."

"Yes…" the old gentleman said as he set the phone down lower. "I got it today in the store."

"Well, this is some very good juice."

"Yes well, what was their number agai-"

"Just the way it slides down my throat, so refreshing."

The old man looked at the blonde enjoying the beverage. She looked him in the eye as she continued drinking. She felt a slight smirk form on her face. 'Got you.'

He narrowed his eyes as he watched her down the drink.

"Now that, was some good grape juice," Yang said as she smiled.

"Yes…" the old man answered. "Well children, I guess we'll have to reschedule for another time."

"Yeah, you kids go on home!" Yang grinned widely.

"What about you, Ms. huntress?" Jake asked.

"Me? I'm gonna stay for a bit and try to pass that silly, old game over there," the blonde said as she pointed over to the game system.

"Oh, can I watch-"

"But you should head home and get some sleep. It is pretty late."

"Aww…" the young boy whined.

Walking out of the door, Jake looked back toward the huntress one more time. She winked and smiled.

"Be careful around those monsters, now…."

The door shut closed.

"Well, Mr. Davis, I hope you don't mind me sticking around for a bit," Yang said as she walked over to the small couch in front of the television.

"No…" the old man quietly spoke, "It's alright."

"So," Yang began as she unpaused the game. The man began to walk over to the front window. He turned over a sign. Going over to the door, he began to turn a blue knob until he stopped himself. "Mr. Davis, how long have you been living in Vale?"

"Me?" the man chuckled. He let go of the lock. "Too long to count."

"Hah," Yang laughed. "That's pretty funny," she said as she began to bash on the controller's buttons.

"Yes well, I've been living here for quite some time now," he said as he began walking over to the kitchen.

"Got any other family around?" Yang asked as she continued to concentrate on the game in front of her. "Other than your wife or daughter."

The man stopped in his tracks.

"Who-"

"Ruby told me. Cause you know, she tells me everything."

"Of course…" the old man said. He walked closer to a kitchen counter. "Sisters are supposed to be close."

"Yeah, we're pretty close."

"Yes…" he said quietly as he stared at the kitchen utensils in the corner of the room. He slowly reached out to them.

"Yeah, hey, do you have a bathroom I can use?" Yang asked.

He stopped his movement. "Yes, it's right at the end of the hall next to you."

"Ah, thanks, I'll be back in a bit," the blonde said as she paused the game.

"Take your time," the old man said as he held himself up against the counter. Hearing the footsteps fade away with every step, Mr. Davis touched his face.

Slowly rubbing his eyes, the man looked up.

Moving toward the backyard, the old man was sure to spot out for any other teens roaming the haunted grounds. None. Walking out the front door, he moved toward the backyard gate and closed it. Locking it, he went back inside.

Closing the curtains, he walked over to the kitchen again where he grabbed a butchering knife.

"So, Mr. Davis!" Yang called out from within the bathroom.

The said man smiled. "Yes?"

"Tell me about yourself!"

'What…?'

"About myself?" Mr. Davis asked. "Well, there's really nothing much to s-"

"How about telling me how you murdered those people last year."

The man stood still.

"Why don't you tell me about those people you butchered a few minutes ago."

Slowly looking behind him, he stared at the entrance that lead to the dark hallway.

Walking towards it with quiet steps, he stopped.

"So, how'd you kill them? Poison? Straight knife to the chest? Beating?" the blonde kept saying within the restroom. The man stared at the closed door as the light shined brightly below. "Come on, I'd really like to know."

"Young lady..." he said as he clenched the handle and grew closer to the door. "I have absolutely no idea where you're coming up with these wacky ideas." He hid the butchering knife to his back.

"But I can smell it all over this house."

He stopped.

"All that wonderful scent... You should really get some air fresheners," she chuckled. "But then again, that wouldn't cover up all the crimes you committed."

Feeling his face shrivel into anger, he grew closer to the door. "I suggest you keep your thoughts to yours-"

"But what up with wanting to keep those kids here," she laughed. "Thought about doing some illegal things with them?"

"Young lady..."

"Oh, and that grape juice was really nice. The way it was laced with all of that sleeping medicine. Yum."

"Young-"

"Thought you were going to get your next victim huh? Shutting everything in this house just for mua?"

Clenching the handle with all of his might, he brought it out to his side.

"But you know."

He slowly began to reach for the door handle.

"I'm a pretty sneaky person."

Only centimeters away, he readied his weapon.

"In fact. I'd say it's hard to kill me."

Fiercely slamming the door open, the old man looked everywhere throughout the bathroom only to find no one in there.

"What the..."

"I told you I was sneaky," the blonde chuckled. The man quickly looked behind him, hearing her voice.

"How did you-?"

"Escape?" the blonde smiled. "I didn't."

Looking around with caution into the dark hallway, the man heard the sudden music come from the game system within the living room.

Suggested listening: The Legend of Zelda NES- Dungeon Theme

Stopping around the corner of the hall entrance, Mr. Davis quietly stood with his back against the wall; he gripped his butchering knife tightly.

"I can smell your fear…" whispered a voice near him. Jumping to his feet, he quickly slashed the thin air next to him.

Feeling his breath become heavier, he looked out into the dark hallway.

"Boo."

He slashed behind him as he fumbled backwards. Standing in the middle of the hallway's entrance, exposed to the living room, the man looked out to see that no one was playing the game system.

Hearing a playful chuckle in the air, he scooted closer to the living room where the game system was still on. Turning off the television, he proceeded to walk closer to the kitchen.

"Aw, why'd you turn off the games?"

Gritting his teeth, he snarled.

"That's not a very friendly face."

"Show yourself…" he growled.

"But if I did, that wouldn't be fun, would it?"

"Show your fucking self!"

Growing a cold stare, the blonde slid a sharp object across a smooth surface.

"Hey," she solemnly began. "You think this is how they felt when you terrorized them?"

Snapping his head to the end of the hallway, he clenched his fists.

"To run around, run from their killer-"

"Show yourself!" he yelled.

"-run from the torture that awaited them?"

Running to the kitchen, the male quickly opened a door at the end of it. Running down the steps and into a hallway, he reached the end and went into the darkness.

"Who're you running from, Mr. Davis?" the voice taunted.

Opening a trunk quickly, the old man dug through the pile of knives and other weapons. Finding a small handgun on the bottom, the old man cocked the top.

"Ouch, you'd shoot at me?"

Turning around he pointed the gun into the darkness.

"Don't you know?"

"Shut the hell up!"

"You're worthless against me."

"Get the fuck out and show yourself, you bitch!"

"In the dark, in the deepest corners of your mind," Yang continued to say as she stepped forward. "You can't see me…"

Feeling his arm shake uncontrollably, he looked out into the single spot where the light from the kitchen illuminated down from.

Stepping closer, her smile grew. Extending her arm out in front of her, she reached out into the darkness.

Standing still as his breath was the only thing he heard, his eyes widened when he felt a sharp, cold touch against his face. Jerking his body and head out of the way, he wildly began shooting behind him.

Shooting about four, rapid shoots, he lowered the gun after seeing a small stream of blood falling into the light.

'Got he-'

"Missed me," Yang smiled.

Feeling something hit against the side of his body, the man dropped the gun and stumbled onto the floor.

"Don't you get it?" a voice spoke from within the dark.

"G-get away from me!" the male yelled as he held his bloodied side.

"You can't kill me," she shot a round into the man's shoulder.

"You can't dispose of me," she shot again into his other.

"GAH!"

Pressing the trigger again, she realized that the gun was empty. "Such a shame."

Shaking, he pressed a hand against his bleeding shoulder. "P-please…."

"Please what?"

"D-don't kill me…."

"Don't kill you? Why would I do that?"

"Just please! Don't kill me!"

"Huh? Mr. Davis? Are you perhaps, scared?"

"Y-yes! I am! Please, don't kill me!"

"Hmmmm… I don't know…"

"Think about your little sister!"

Her playful smile dropped.

"Think about how sad she'll be if she finds out I'm dead!"

"So you were going to invite her huh?" She grew closer.

"Y-yes! Please, let me go and I'll stop killing!"

"You were going to invite my younger sister," she took another step. "Into this house, feed her something that would be laced," she began to open her mouth wider, snarling almost. "To play games with you."

"No! I swear I wasn't going to do any of that!" he panicked.

"Just so that you can chase her like this, huh?"

"No, Please!"

Slowly leaning into the light, the man was only able to see red, glowing eyes. Widening his own, he looked into her disfigured pupils. Something about their snake like shape spread fear throughout his body.

"Now I do believe Mr. Davis, your time is up."

"Nooo!" the old man yelled as he scurried up from the floor. "Get away from me!" he shouted as he ran up the stairs.

"Oh Mr. Davis…" Yang said as she walked out into the light. Looking up the stairs, she inhaled deeply. Her eyes were blood red, her pupils were that of a snake's. Below them, laid a shiny, new coat of skin that looked hardened. "You can't escape from me," she smiled. "I can smell you from a mile away."

Running throughout the house and towards the front door, the man realized that it had been locked shut. "Damn it!" Looking toward the kitchen to see if a certain blonde was at the end of it, he quickly ran out towards the backyard.

"Ohhh! Maze chasing! My favorite!" Yang called out.

Looking behind to see if the girl was there, the man bumped into something hard. Widening his eyes, he saw that there was a tall figure in a jumpsuit in front of him. Looking closer, he realized that it was his own decoration.

Feeling a tap on his shoulder, he quickly turned around. But no one was there.

"Wrong guy," chuckled Yang.

Hearing his own heartbeat and breath against his ears, he looked all around him. Flashing white lights creating some sort of strobe effect, steam coming from the fog machine, as well as horror decorations everywhere, he slowly got up.

"I must say, I do like what you did with the place," Yang smiled. "Really brings out the true terror of a monster."

Mr. Davis looked up to his right.

"I don't know, seems like a setting for someone's demise, don't you think?"

He looked behind himself.

"I know it would scare the hell out of me if I was visiting your haunted house."

He looked in front of him.

"It's too bad I'm not."

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" he yelled throughout the backyard.

"Ouch, you wound me sir…" Yang faked. The old man turned around only to have his eyes widen. Her smirk grew bigger, revealing her devious like teeth. Stumbling backwards, she continued to walk forward. "Hey, I don't bite. Well-"

His hands were shaking uncontrollably. Walking backwards, she proceeded. "-Not yet."

Turning around, he began to run to the end wall of the backyard.

"Running isn't going to save you," Yang taunted.

Reaching a door with a block of wood across it, he lifted it up and opened the door, running out into the thick bushes and trees.

"You're only making it worse!" Yang laughed. "Didn't you learn never to run into the big scary woods in the movies?"

Hearing his footsteps crunch on small twigs as he ran, the old man pushed all of the hanging branches out of the way. "You won't catch me!"

Snickering, Yang kept moving forward for her prey. "Oh, I won't?"

Feeling something get caught on his foot, he lunged forward and landed on the branch covered floor.

"Seems like I already did."

Ready to get up and start running again, a sudden slash was delivered to his back.

"AH!" he yelped as he fell to the floor again.

"Why not just accept it already?" Yang spoke.

Seeing the girl disappear from his right, he looked to his left where he was able to see her again.

Leaning against the tree as she examined her nails, she smirked. "This is the end."

"P-please!" he cried.

She disappeared.

"I don't know sir," she said, now behind him. "I kinda need to live too. And for me to do that-" He began to whimper.

She appeared beside him. "I have to kill you."

"No…" he sobbed. "Please!"

Flipping him over with a slight kick, the blonde stood over his body, smiling widely and staring into his terrified gaze.

She could witness his fear right before her eyes; it was obvious. His pupils grew smaller as his limbs shook even more.

"W-what…"

How she loved this question she thought. Raising her arm, his eyes widened even more.

Staring into the face of the blonde, the male grew terrified.

"What…. are you….?" he managed to whisper.

"Me?" Yang smiled as her eyes shined brighter. Her arm hovered above her. "I'm the scary monster that comes out at night."

Plunging her hand forward at great speeds, the blonde felt a wave of ecstasy run through her body as she witnessed the old man's face. Shocked at what she had just done, the blonde kept pressing forward, feeling his innards pulsate around her hand. Sensing his warm blood on her hand and face, she licked her upper lip.

'Delicious….'

Twisting her hand inside his stomach, Yang continued to stare at his face. Smiling, she felt his entrails wrap around her hand. Seeing the floor covered in blood, she saw the old man twitch as she began to pull them out.

As strings of pink intestines made their way into the outside world, Yang chuckled at the man's expression.

"What's wrong?" Yang laughed as she held up his intestines. "Cat got your tongue?"

Mortified on seeing his own guts, the male began to slowly lay his head on the ground beneath him.

"Aw, don't go to sleep yet," Yang teased. She continued pulling on his innards, making sure to take out each and every one of them. "You're gonna miss the best part!"

Setting her two hands parallel with one another, the placed them on the small tear that she had made on his lower stomach. Slowly pulling them apart, she watched as the delicate flesh ripped into an even bigger tear.

'That's it….' she thought as her vision grew blurry. Feeling her mouth water uncontrollably, she swallowed her saliva.

Reaching his upper chest, she set the two flaps of skin to each side.

"There it is…" she inhaled deeply. Seeing the man's ribcage in the way, she narrowed her gaze.

Grabbing the ends of the ribcage, the blonde proceeded to break them away.

Having set all of the bones to the side, she began to lean down and place her hands on what she was searching for.

Entrapping a plump, red organ that once pumped, she closely brought it to her face.

'Where is she…?' Weiss thought as she sat on her bed.

Noises of squishes and rips surrounded the forest.

'Damn it Yang….'

Swallowing as she threw her head up, she looked at the grand, full moon with her red, glowing eyes. Feeling slight drips on the corners of her mouth, she proceeded to lick both ends.

The white haired girl slightly clenched her fists. 'What is she doing….'

Standing up as she wiped her mouth from the small droplets of blood that had landed on her, she inhaled deeply and smiled. 'That, was pretty good...'

Looking at the mess before her, she looked at the expression the old man had on his face before he died. "That doesn't look happy at all…"

Grabbing the intestines and organs on the side, the blonde placed them all back into his dead carcass.

"Alright… just need to get everything…." she said as she placed the organs back into place. "Good."

"Now…" she said as she stood to look at her masterpiece. Looking at the severed, broken rib bones, the blonde sighed. "Guess I'll have to do a little heating and melting, huh?"

Picking up her phone, the white haired girl was now waiting for a response from the tall huntress.

Pressing the two large flaps of skin together, Yang began to whistle a tune. Sliding her finger down the wound line, she saw as the skin melted and bubbled together.

'Come on… it's already been 5 minutes...'

Carrying the body back to the house, bridal style, she walked through the living room where she soon stopped. Turning the television on, she heard the same tune she was whistling. Smiling, she continued forward into the basement.

Suggested Listening (Tune that is being whistled): The Legend of Zelda (NES) Music: Game Over Theme

Turning on a switch, the basement became bright. Walking down the fleet of stairs, the blonde was welcomed to the scent of blood as it filled the air and covered the walls.

She continued to whistle happily as looked at the arrangement of body parts hanging in the air.

Setting the old man's body down, she went to a nearby refrigerator and opened it.

Seeing the severed heads of some as well as other body parts, she saw the organ she was looking for.

Picking up the plate, she brought over to where the man was lying. "Now… to put in the missing piece…" she said as she picked up the big, red organ that once belonged to another.

Placing her finger on the man's upper chest, she began to dig into the skin. Watching as the blood poured out, she tore the skin apart in order to fit the new organ into his chest.

"Shit… I already fixed his ribs…"

Smirking, she shrugged. "Guess I'll have to break em' again."

XXX

It had been fifteen since she last texted her girlfriend, and yet, no response.

"Damn it Yang…" she said under her breath as she stood up. However, when she did, her knees felt week. She blushed, remembering the quiet whispers the blonde had said. Grabbing a nearby coat, she put it around her shoulders; it was Yang's. Smelling the scent that emanated from the coat, she felt her cheeks grow warmer.

"Yang…" she whispered.

Sliding on her slippers, she quietly turned the knob.

"The park…"

XXX

Dragging a body across the kitchen, Yang brought the old man to the couch, located right across the television.

Walking back to the basement, she grabbed the gun that she had used earlier. Finding a few stray bullets on a shelf, she put them in and cocked the gun.

Walking back to where the man was sitting on the chair, she aimed the gun at a point blank rage to his head and shot.

Wiping the gun down with a towel she had found in the kitchen, she placed the gun in his limp hand.

"That should do it," she smiled.

Walking back to the kitchen, she looked through the sink cabinets until her eyes landed on a box of latex gloves.

Putting them on, she reached for the mop and began to clean the mess throughout the whole house.

XXX

Walking down the lonely and dark hallway, Weiss went towards the door entrance. Walking out into the cold, foggy night, she began to move forward, clenching onto Myrtenaster.

Walking along the sidewalk, she went towards the place where she thought she would spot the blonde.

To the park, that is.

XXX

Ridding the house of her presence, the blonde proceeded to walk out into the forest that stood in the back.

"Oh crap!" she thought in the middle of her walk. Running back into the house, she reached for the candy bowl near the front entrance and walked over to the old man.

"How the hell did I let this slip my mind?" she smiled as she placed the bowl on his lap. Walking over to the window that flashed the whole neighborhood, she moved the curtains to the side, grabbed the sign that read "Open" and turned it over.

Opening the door, she proceeded to walk out into the backyard again. "There we go," she grinned.

Reaching the door with the wooden latch, she closed it and went into the dark forest.

"Trick or Treat…. Mr. Davis," she smirked.

Hearing the doorbell ringing behind her, she chuckled as she moved forward into the big trees.

Strolling down the hills, she followed a path that would soon lead her to a familiar place.

XXX

Walking down the sidewalks that were brightened up by the light posts, the white haired looked around to see that there were still trick or treaters outside.

'Isn't it a bit too late…?' she thought. Bumping into something in front of her, she quickly moved back.

"I'm so sor-" she saw blonde hair. "Yang-"

"Hm?" the blonde teen turned around. "Oh, sorry about that."

Embarrased for mistaking the girl as someone else, she shook her head frantically. "No, no, it's okay," she nervously laughed.

Walking away from the teens, the girl crossed the street and continued her way.

"Yang…"

XXX

Moving through some bushes, the blonde smiled when she saw where she was: in front of a lake.

"Sweet," she smiled as she walked forward.

Standing in front of the sparkling lake, she took off her boots.

Pulling the zipper down, she stepped out of the blue jumpsuit and took off the mask from on top of her head. Unbuttoning the collared shirt that she wore to be a vampire, she took it off and put it to the side. Taking off her brown slacks, she proceeded to fully undress herself.

Standing in front of the water, the wind blew against her bare body.

Walking forward into the still lake, the blonde felt the cold wind press against her body.

Stepping into the lake, steam began to rise as her legs made contact with the water.

Continuing as she went forward, she didn't stop. The water met her waist, then to her shoulders. Her hair floated on top of the lake, making it scatter throughout. Finally, the water reached her neck where she continued stepping forward.

Moments passed with the forest staying quiet, the water stood still as all the steam had disappeared.

Disrupting the water on the other side of the lake, steam began to arise again. Gold locks appeared on the surface of the water.

Eyes closed, the blonde opened them when she felt the cool air brush against her lids. They were lilac now.

Walking out of the water, she stood nude at the end of it.

Rolling her shoulders, massive steam began to emanate from her body. Her hair began to dry as well as her body.

"That should do it," she grinned. Walking over to her clothes, she proceeded to put them back on, minus the jumpsuit, mask and boots.

'If I do remember...' she thought as she wandered around the lake. 'There should be another…. pair!' she smiled as she saw boots sticking out from a nearby bush. Putting them on, she tapped the end of her right foot on the ground. 'That's better.'

Walking over to the clothes, the blonde proceeded to pick up the jumpsuit. Holding it with one hand on top of the lake, she set off her semblance. Watching as the flames spread throughout the jumpsuit, she smiled as the ashes flew through the air.

"Gotta get rid of the evidence~" she sang as she picked up the boots. She engulfed them in flames. "Cause I can't get caught!~"

Watching happily as the debris scattered in the air or dropped into the water, she finally grabbed the mask. The flames began on the bottom of the mask, making their way up to the top.

Having disintegrated, the blonde smiled widely and began to walk away.

"What time is it?" she thought. Reaching for her phone, she cocked an eyebrow when she saw that she had gotten a text.

"Weiss…?"

XXX

Reaching a dark playground that seemed to be inhabitable, Weiss looked around. 'Where is she…?'

Searching throughout the jungle gym, she felt a vibration in her lap. Taking out her phone, her eyes brightened up.

'Hey yourself :)'

Feeling slightly irritated, she began to type back.

'What do you mean "hey yourself?" Where the hell are you?'

Seeing the little dots in the corner of the screen, another message popped up.

'Why?'

"Why…?" she whispered to herself.

'Worried? ;)'

She blushed.

'Of course I'm worried, you dolt!'

The little dots continued to appear, until they suddenly stopped.

"What-"

'Well you shouldn't be.'

'What do you mean I shouldn't?'

'Turn around.'

"Turn aroun-"

"Boo."

Jumping away from the spot she was standing in, she drew Myrtenaster and pointed it under the throat of the person behind.

"Drawing your own sword on your girlfriend? Ouch…" a certain blonde teased.

Quickly realizing that it was Yang, she drew her weapon back. "Sorry about that… you scared me…"

The blonde smirked. "Yeah, I have that effect on people."

The heiress scoffed. "Of course you do…"

Looking at her girlfriend's appearance, the blonde's smirk grew mischievous.

"So…" she began, catching the girl's attention. "Why'd you suddenly start looking for me?" She could see the heiress blush.

"What? I can't come out looking for my own girlfriend after she goes missing for an hour?" she said as she crossed her arms and looked away.

'She's so cute...'

"Well..." Yang smile deviously as she walked closer to the blushing girl. "This isn't the first time I've been out late. And those times you didn't come out looking for me."

"W-well!" the white haired girl stuttered.

Yang stepped closer, inches away from her. "Well what?" she smiled. Weiss could sense the warmth coming from the blonde; she blushed.

Looking into her eyes, the heiress furrowed her brows. "Your eyes..."

'My eyes?' She thought as she touched her own cheek. 'Oh...'

"What happened to your contacts?" Weiss asked.

"Oh," Yang said. She shuffled throughout her mind for an answer; she grinned. "I took them off and threw them away. They were bugging me so I just got rid of them."

"Why did you do that..." Weiss disappointingly said. "You know how much those cost, right?"

"Weiss, relaaaaax," the blonde drew out. "We can always get more."

"Yang, that's not the point-"

"Besides," the blonde said. She looked into the heiress' eyes. "Right now, I see someone else who needs my attention."

Weiss' body grew hot again; it felt uncomfortable. "Don't try to change the subject..." she looked away.

Yang smiled. She walked closer. "I'm not..." she whispered. Raising her arms, she placed them on the white haired girl's sides.

Feeling her hands touching her body, Weiss felt her chest thump faster. She was warm.

"Yang..."

Sensing her own breath pick up, she swallowed.

'Her scent...'

"Yeah?"

'So good...'

The heiress grabbed onto the blonde's shirt.

"I need you..."

Her breathing became heavy.

"Yeah," she responded. Grabbing her hand, she began to walk.

"Where are we going?" Weiss asked, confused.

"Somewhere where we can be alone..." the blonde answered.

Weiss continued to walk as she stared at the blonde's hair and back.

Reaching a large building that had bright lights for an entrance, the white haired girl looked at the name of the establishment.

"Lovely Sweet?" she asked. "You brought us to a love hotel?"

"You'd rather we do this outside?" Yang smirked as she looked at the girl. She blushed heavily.

"No..."

Gripping her hand tighter, the two entered the building.

"Hello there, welcome to Lovely Sweet," a girl behind a desk said. "How may I help you?"

Letting go of the heiress' hand, Yang proceeded forward.

"Yes, I would like a room for the night," she politely said.

"Okay, that'll be no problem..." the brunette behind the desk said as she typed in her computer. "Would you like any room service?"

The blonde smiled. "No, that won't be necessary. In fact, I'd prefer it if we aren't bothered at all."

The brunette grinned mischievously. "Right," she chuckled. "Well, here are your keys," she said as she handed the blonde the said item, "your room is on the second floor and the number is B33. I hope you enjoy your stay."

Yang gave her another smile. "Thanks, we sure will."

Walking back to the heiress, she grabbed her hand and proceeded to walk to a nearby elevator.

Settling into the small, metallic box, the blonde pressed the second button.

As the two plates shut closed, the two huntresses stood quiet.

Weiss squeezed her own hands together.

"We're almost there," Yang smirked. "Relax..."

Feeling the elevator stop, the doors opened.

"Come on..." Yang said as she grabbed her girlfriend's hand.

Walking down a hallway with doors on each side, the two finally stopped after the blonde spotted the room number.

Pressing the key into the keyhole, Yang turned the knob, revealing a room with a heart shaped bed and pink lights.

"Couldn't get anymore cliche, huh?" the taller huntress joked. Looking behind her, she spotted the feverish gaze the white haired girl was giving her.

Inhaling, her own cheeks began to burn.

"Damn Weiss..." she quietly said. Pulling her closer, the blonde kicked the door close and pushed the petite girl against it.

Roughly kissing her, she pressed her waist against hers. She locked the door.

"Please..." Weiss whispered in between their kiss.

Feeling the sheer heat coming from the girl before her, the blonde couldn't help but smile.

"But of course..."

I feel like the murder scene could have been a bit better... but oh well, this IS my first time creating something that isn't comedy. But psh, hope y'all liked it nonetheless and I'll see you guys later gators! :D Nah, it doesn't feel right if I don't leave with my usual Mexican style... Hasta luego!