Timmy and his small entourage of women had been walking for about an hour now. He had on multiple occasions considered picking up Veronica and having Theresa pick up Trixie and just run the rest of the way, but there were two problems with his plan.

The first was that he was beginning to wither, likely from not drinking blood, and had a feeling that if he did pick up Veronica to try and carry her, he might not be able to control himself. The thirst was really starting to get to him.

The other reason was that he was almost positive that Trixie in her current knightly mannerisms wouldn't allow Theresa or him to pick her up and carry her, claiming it was another 'Nightspawn trick'. Which was ridiculous, they didn't have time for tricks, it was nearly four in the morning, allotting him three, maybe four hours tops to fix all this. If he hadn't either fixed the problem or gotten indoors by then... Well, he was pretty sure the sunlight wouldn't cause him to just sparkle.

He was beginning to think that bringing Trixie along was a bad idea, her zealous dedication to Tootie was going to get her killed... if she didn't attempt to kill Timmy first. Those looks she occasionally gave him were unnerving, to say the least. And she should know that he wouldn't try to bite her, too much armor.

Timmy stopped and shook his head again. "No no no! Damn... thoughts!" they were coming more often now, likely because he hadn't fed yet.

"Veronica is a much easier target. No armor... she's ditzy... and she trusts you. Just a little nibble, that's all..."

The problem was, he had come to realize that these thoughts were his after all. There wasn't another half of him in his mind that was opposing him. He really was thinking about his two female companions and their blood.

"Should've bought some blood capsules..."

"What's that?" Theresa moved forward and matched his pace. "You alright? You seem..."

"Thirsty?"

"I was gonna say distracted."

"I'm distracted by thoughts of drinking their blood, that's all." Timmy gestured over his shoulder at Veronica and Trixie.

"Oh! That's right... I forgot that you haven't had anything to... drink... since-"

"Since ever. They already don't trust me, if I give in now, I'll just be confirming their fears. I'm already pretty sure that Trixie won't hesitate to kill me if I try to drink from either of them... Well, she'll try to kill me anyway."

"Hm... y'know, starving yourself might not be the worst idea. I've heard that vampires get stronger by not feeding..."

"That doesn't make any sense..."

"You're looking for sense now? After everything that's happened tonight?"

"Point taken."

Veronica looked on at Timmy and Theresa, who were several steps ahead of them. "What do you think they're talking about?"

"Probably vampire things. How they're going to trick us so they can drink our blood, I'd wager."

"No! You think? Timmy's our friend, he wouldn't-"

"Careful who you call your friend." Trixie stared at Veronica darkly. "He wishes to protect the abomination that started this plague on us. He isn't the person we used to know, not anymore."

"Oh? So what? He's just another monster to you? He's had ample opportunity to harm both of us if he really wanted to, yet he hasn't, what does that say about him?"

"That he's very dedicated to his craft. He'll turn on us eventually, you'll see. But fear not, I will be ready for him, no harm shall come to you as long as I still have breath in my body." Trixie placed her fist over her heart for emphasis. "I swear."

"...Why are you talking like that?"

"Like what?" Trixie looked at Veronica, a bemused expression on her face.

"All... old timey, like... someone from the middle ages or something?"

"I'm a knight. Every knight in the kingdom that serves under Princess Tootie speaks in this way."

There was an uncomfortable silence that filled the air between the knight and the mage before Veronica finally decided to break it. "But... you're the only knight-"

"Exactly."

"...What?"

"How come we don't hang out as much anymore? Have you lost interest in being friends with me?"

"Uh... I-" Veronica was caught off balance by the sudden change in conversational topics. "I dunno... I've been hanging out with Timmy and Vicky at their mansion that they took from Remy... you've been busy..."

"What do you mean? I would always make time for you, we're friends!"

"Yeah, but... ever since you and Tootie started being 'close'... you haven't really been available to hang out. I don't wanna keep you away from your girlfriend, so I've been visiting Timmy and Vicky instead, just like you've been occasionally hanging out with Chester and AJ with Tootie. We've... grown apart."

"Twas not my intention, we've been friends for a long time now, I don't want that friendship to be lost in the marches of time..."

"Well... when this is all over... maybe we could all hang out at Remy's mansion? Though I suppose it would be more accurate to call it 'Vicky's' mansion now."

"I would enjoy that immensely!"

Theresa looked back at Veronica and Trixie, who were having a rather animated conversation by the look of it. "You sure you're gonna be okay?" she returned her attention to Timmy, a worried expression on her face.

"Held out for this long, didn't I?" he smiled at her weakly. His eyes were becoming more bestial, the pupils were now slits, like a snake's. The iris' were a strange orange-yellow, and both were also bloodshot. The dark circles around his eyes were even darker, the pale skin on his face had taken on a semi-translucent quality, she could see the veins beneath the skin, and the skin itself was lightly cracked in some places. "How do I look?"

"You want me to sugar coat it, or blunt honesty?"

"Blunt."

"You look... bad. Like really bad. Like a corpse. How do you feel?"

"About the same." Timmy chuckled tiredly. "Never thought I'd go out like this... twelve, undead, trying to save my eighteen year old girlfriend..."

It was at this point that Timmy had an epiphany of sorts. "I... This... this is my chance!" he yelled out excitedly.

All three girls looked at him like he had just grown three heads. "What?"

"My chance to save her! She's always helping me. Pulling my ass out of the fire, getting back at someone for hurting me... I can finally return the favor! Save her from... whatever has its grip on her!"

"This is assuming it isn't just her to begin with. Have you taken into consideration that she might want this? That there isn't some force controlling her?! That you're blind to her madness?!" Trixie yelled at him and then stooped to catch her breath, exasperated at having to keep reinforcing her point.

"No. I haven't. I understand that all this seems like something Vicky would do. And maybe you've heard the stories from other kids that she's evil, but she wouldn't do something like this, I refuse to believe it." Timmy calmly stated, no longer sounding tired and worn out.

"I hope you know that I plan to gloat when we find out that I'm right."

"You're perfectly welcome to gloat, but don't get between me and her. I don't know what you're planning, but we aren't going there to hurt Vicky, understood?"

"Not even as a last resort?" Theresa spoke up.

"Not even as a last resort."

"Your feelings are going to get us all killed..." Trixie mumbled under her breath.

"Everyone understand?" Timmy looked at his small group of friends.

"Yep!" Veronica replied cheerily.

"Gotcha boss." Theresa replied mockingly, but in a good-natured way.

Trixie grumbled something unintelligible, but it sounded like a yes. "Why are you the boss, exactly?"

"Because I'm the leading man." Timmy replied without missing a beat.

"The leading man?" Trixie looked at him quizzically, he assumed anyway. She had lowered her visor again.

"Just a joke. You wanna vote on who gets to be leader?"

"Very much so! I shall lead us to the betrayer's castle and stamp out the darkness forever!" Trixie had drawn her sword during the speech and was now pointing it skyward.

"Alright... well, if you get the majority vote, you can do that... for now... Mind calming down just a little?" the corners of Timmy's mouth were twitching slightly.

"Er... yes. Of course." Trixie sheathed her sword. "My apologies."

"Then let's vote. Theresa?"

"What?! Why ask me first?!"

"Your name is first alphabetically."

"Oh... um... pass."

"Huh?"

"I don't want responsibility like that on my shoulders; I'm a follower, not a leader."

"Um... me neither. I don't know the first thing about leading. I'd rather leave that to someone like you, or Trixie." Veronica spoke up next.

"Alright then... who votes me to be leader?" Timmy watched as Theresa raised her hand, followed by Veronica. "And who wants Trixie to lead?" Veronica's hand shot up, along with Trixie's. Timmy looked at Trixie quizzically.

"What? I do not believe you said that we could not vote for ourselves."

"Fair enough, but if that's the case, I still win. Three for me, only two for you."

"Ugh... Veronica! Why did you vote for him, as well as me?!"

"Um... well... I think you're both good at leading..."

"Trixie, if you want to lead that bad then be my guest-"

"Grr... I will not allow my reputation to be sullied by a nightwalker! I don't need your sympathy! ...But I will lead us forward, since you have relinquished the position." Trixie moved to the front of the group and looked around.

"Trixie? We're headed for the mansion-"

"Sh! A fell wind is blowing from there. The abominations that we've seen tonight will surely pick up on our scents..."

"...Yeah..." much as he wanted to protest, he did give up the leadership position willingly, if only to placate her for a time.

"Hm... This way!" Trixie pointed toward a house. A fairly recognizable house. Timmy's house.

"What's at my house?"

"If we are to avoid the creatures of the night, we'll need a chariot! I believe we came here from the mansion in one."

"You mean Remy's Earth Destroyer? That 'chariot'?"

"Yes! We shall ride the Destroyer Chariot to the front gates and charge through them! The blinding light of our quest will stamp out the Witch's foul darkness, forever!"

"I think I prefer your California girl accent over this medieval insanity..." Timmy looked at Veronica, who stuck her tongue out at him.

"Like, that was just an act, I like, told you already. Joining the popular kids' clique required that I seem like, rich and haughty, adding 'like' five times per sentence proved to be the easiest and most like, effective solution." Veronica said with a grin.

"Oh god... please stop." he was barely holding in his laughter.

Veronica looked over at Trixie, who was attempting to find a way into the large SUV. "When this is all over... do you think she'll be back to normal? Well... as normal as normal is for Trixie?"

"I hope so, I mean, I assume we're dealing with the Grim Reaper's scythe; that would explain the crazy magical effects going on tonight, so maybe there will be a way to... undo all of this?"

"Is that what we want?" Veronica asked, an unsure tone in her voice. "I know that we have to fix the people who became zombies, werewolves... things like that, but..."

"But you're becoming attached to your powers, right? You don't want to lose them."

"Most of my life, I've been like Trixie used to be, mean to people like you, acting all high and mighty... But now, I finally have a way to help people, to really make a difference... I don't want to lose this..." tears were beginning to well up in Veronica's eyes now.

Resisting the urge to hug her, knowing where it might lead in his current condition, Timmy opted to try and reassure her instead. "Well... who knows? Maybe we'll be able to find a way to get some people to keep their powers... if that's what they really want." he knew in his heart that it was probably a lie. He had no idea what getting the scythe away from Vicky would do, maybe it would undo everything that had happened, maybe it would make things even worse. Maybe it would affect him like it did Vicky? There was no way to know. All the time he spent around Cosmo and Wanda and their magic, one would think he'd have some sort of idea about this, but he was at a loss. For all he knew, they might arrive at the castle and be stricken from existence, considering how powerful Vicky now was.

"Maybe... I hope there's a way."

"Aha! Rejoice my companions! I have at last opened the door to our chariot!" Trixie stood next to the now opened driver's side door. Trixie hopped into the driver's seat and looked at the steering wheel. "Hm... Start! We must make haste to the demon's court!"

Timmy, Theresa, and Veronica collectively facepalmed.

"Dire news my compatriots! It seems this chariot does not respond to my commands!"

"Seriously? It needs the key! Y'know, to start it?!"

"Oh? Where can we find such a thing?"

"Probably in Vicky's pocket, since she was the last one driving it."

"No! Damn the luck! Is there no other way to move this machine?"

Trixie was clearly becoming more knightly with each passing minute. Could the magic from the scythe be intensifying?

"Move over!" Timmy climbed over Trixie and pulled down the driver's side visor. "Not here..."

"Get off me! You won't take my blood so long as I can defend myself!" Trixie began slapping him with her hands, a lame attempt at getting him off her since her current position prevented her from unsheathing her sword.

"I'm not trying to drink your blood! I'm looking for the keys! Now stop hitting me before you wear yourself out!" Timmy glared at Trixie, causing her to stop and fold her arms across her chest.

"This better not be a trick, vampire."

He could feel her eying him warily through her visor. Ignoring this, Timmy opened the glove compartment, causing a keyring with the mansion's key as well as the car key to fall out. "That was surprisingly easy..." it was then that Timmy realized they were faced with a new problem. "Does... anyone know how to drive?"

Trixie looked away from him. Embarrassed perhaps? "I'm afraid not, most of my time was spent training with various weapons. I never had the time to learn to drive a chariot such as this."

Timmy crawled back over Trixie, eliciting an annoyed growl from her. "Veronica? Theresa? Either of you know how to drive this thing?"

Veronica shook her head back and forth. "Sorry. I only just turned twelve..."

"I can drive." Theresa spoke up.

"Really?! But... you can't be more than fourteen!"

"I'm thirteen. And haven't any of you ever taken your parents' car for a joy ride?"

"No..."

"Wow. What boring lives you guys lead. Scoot over Trixie."

"I refuse."

"What now?" Timmy looked at Trixie incredulously.

"Allowing her to drive would be to put my life in the hands of a vampire, creatures known for their deceitful ways. Not to mention a vampire that I only just met, trusting Timmy is one thing I'm having trouble wrapping my head around, but another vampire who is a stranger? That's too big of a risk."

"Ugh... this again?!" Theresa took out her phone and looked at it. "It's five A.M. The sun is going to come up soon, and me, Timmy, Jack, and Jill, along with anyone else who dressed up as a vampire for Halloween are going to die! Put aside your hatred for us for a couple hours!" Theresa had been slowly approaching Trixie as she spoke, so she was now right in front of her helmeted face.

"Put aside my hatred?! Perhaps you'd like me to forget my oath to the princess as well? Or fall upon my own sword?! I'm the leader here, so we will do things as I say!"

"Fine. We'll do things your way..."

"Very good, now-" Trixie was interrupted as Theresa shoved her into the back seat of the car.

"After we get to the mansion. Everyone get in, I'm tired of sitting around, waiting to die!"

"Hey! You can't just-" Trixie began to complain, but silenced herself when she realized that Timmy and Veronica had already gotten into the car; Timmy in the front passenger seat, Veronica in the back next to Trixie.

"Trixie, would you please just trust them already?!" even the normally happy and calm Veronica was beginning to lose her patience with her friend. "I trust them both. If they do anything... bad... you can blame me for misplacing my trust, okay?"

"Hmph!" Trixie directed her attention to the window rather than her friend.

Theresa ignored the moody knight sitting behind her and started the car, then backed out of Timmy's driveway and began driving toward the mansion.

Timmy looked up at the window to his parents room as the car backed up. He could see that his parents forms were silhouetted through the window. "At least they're alright..." He wanted to go in before, tell them that he was okay, that he knew how to fix this. But... looking the way he did now... He briefly glanced at the visor mirror. It would be better to wait. His own friends already thought he was a monster, if his parents reacted similarly... He didn't think he'd be able to take it. Even if they spent little time with him, they were still his parents. Being rejected and feared by them too... "Best not to think about it..."

Meanwhile...

"Is the evil throne really necessary?" the calmer, nicer Vicky spoke within her own mind. A once safe place that had now become a prison. All because she apparently 'neglected' her evil nature.

"Yeah, it really is." This side of Vicky, the one who gained control through the scythe's magic and Ricky's... stupidity, argued back. She currently had her legs swung over the left arm rest of the throne she had created using the scythe. Her back was reclining on the right arm rest, a pillow underneath her to keep the edge from cutting into her.

"But... it's so... cliché... What are we? Some video game villain waiting for the hero to come and defeat us? Where's the damsel in distress? Where's the legendary treasure?"

"Well, I suppose you could be the distressed damsel, that make you happy?"

"No. Rather be dead than a damsel. I do the saving, not anyone else."

"Oh? So is Timmy our damsel then? We do save him a lot..."

"We save Timmy because no one else will. When push comes to shove, his parents aren't there, his friends aren't there. Only me."

"And me." Vicky was currently inspecting her bony hand, she had cleaned the blood off of it earlier and it was now back to a bleached white color.

"..."

"Cat got your tongue?"

"Can I have my body back now? It's boring in here! What is even the point of all this?"

"The point? The point of all this is that we can finally have everything we want! The scythe controls the trick-or-treaters, the authorities can't get involved, and we can finally have Timmy all to ourself, unhindered by the stares and insults and disapproving looks of everyone! No more hiding our relationship! No more looking over our shoulders! That's what we want, isn't it?!"

"We could have it and still keep it secret. That's part of what makes it even more fun! I thought you were me? If you are, then why don't you see things like I do?"

Vicky pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "Because I'm the part of you that isn't afraid to do whatever it takes to get what I want! I am not a separate individual like you seem to think. I am you, and you are me. Our wants and desires are the same! You've just blinded yourself into thinking that we're different!"

"I'm not like you! You enjoy hurting people-"

"So did you."

"You don't care about Tootie!"

"Neither did you."

"You're a monster!"

"Just. Like. You."

The inner Vicky screamed in frustration at herself, causing the outer version of herself to wince at her now growing headache. "Hey! Keep it down in there! You're sharing that apartment, remember?"

"Sure doesn't feel like we're sharing! I'm stuck in here while you have full control!" she screamed again, this time even louder, causing her to grab her head in pain. "Oh? Something the matter?"

"Grr... if I let you have some control, will you stop doing that?!"

"Maybe. If we're the same person, can't you read my thoughts?"

"I'm really starting to piss me off!" Vicky closed both of her eyes.

"...Hey. What are you doing?"

Upon opening her eyes, inner Vicky realized she was inner Vicky no more. She could look around, but it felt like she couldn't see everything. Kind of like-

"Blah! You took more control than I wanted you to!" That was the other her, which meant...

"I- I'm me again?!" she looked down at her right arm, still skeletal, then at her left. It didn't move when she tried to move it. "What the?"

"Yeah, that's still mine." her left arm materialized the scythe of its own volition. "I'm stronger than I thought though! I only meant to give you the right eye, but you took the whole right side! Not bad..."

Vicky watched as her left arm positioned the scythe's blade in front of her face, then stamped the end on the ground, causing her reflection to appear on the blade. "That's how you do that by the way. How do you like your look?"

Her left eye remained the same: Black sclera, red iris. But her right eye was now back to normal, bringing some small comfort to Vicky. "So what? I have control of only my right half?"

"Feels that way... hm... try moving our left leg." Vicky kicked her leg into the air. "Dammit! You got that too?!"

"Hah! Sucks to be you, me! I-" Vicky looked again at her skeletal right arm. "Why do I get the bony one?!"

"Oh, so sorry! Here, let me make it fair!"

"Wait, I-" before she could continue, her left arm dashed itself against the scythe blade and dragged it up the arm, cutting away the flesh and leaving it bare like her right arm. "You-! You suck! I need that!"

"Nah... you've been getting along just fine with no flesh on your right arm..."

"Why are you doing this?! It's your body too!"

"Because I'm a sore loser!" her other half screamed back, but it wasn't nearly as strongly as when she had done it.

"You clearly don't have our best interests at heart. We're better off with me in control."

Vicky's left arm brought the scythe dangerously close to her neck. "Don't forget who's in control, I still have the scythe."

Vicky grabbed the scythe with her right hand and pulled it away, though her left hand did not release it. "Don't you forget, I have most of our body, you think I won't be able to take the rest of it back?"

The pressure from her left hand ceased as her inner voice realized she was right. She didn't know what it was, but something was pushing back, something other than her 'good' half. "What are you playing at? How can you push me away?! We're the same!"

"Maybe- maybe we are. But this has gone on long enough!" Vicky reached over to grab the scythe with her right hand.

"No! We're so close! We can finally be happy! Be with Timmy like we've always wanted! Why are you throwing this away?! Why are you throwing me away?!" her left hand moved as far away as it could to keep the scythe from her right hand.

"Hand it over! I'm putting an end to this!" with all her mental strength, Vicky willed her left arm closer, against the wishes of her other half and grabbed the scythe.

Her other half fell silent. There was no longer a secondary presence, just her. She realized she could move her left arm freely, then took the scythe and stamped its end into the ground, revealing her reflection. Her arms were still skeletal and her skin was still translucent to a certain degree, but her eyes were once again normal. Human. "Phew... I can be a real pain in the ass sometimes..."

She sat back down in the throne and placed the scythe across her lap. "Now... knowing Timmy, he'll be on his way here soon. Idiot needs to learn his limits... you can't save everyone, no matter how much you may want to." she smiled in spite of this. She knew that he wanted his chance to save her, but with her regaining control of her body, she had beaten him to the punch once again.

Just then, she heard an engine. A truck engine, to be precise. The sound was steadily increasing in volume. Getting... closer? Yes, definitely closer. Suddenly, Remy's Earth Destroyer burst through the mansion's front door and into the makeshift throne room, screeching to a halt and sending one of the occupants through the windshield.

"Ohmygosh! Timmy? Are you alright?!" a girl in a black dress got out of the car and rushed over to the now prone body on the floor.

"I'll help!" Vicky watched as Veronica, still dressed as a white mage, got out and also rushed over to Timmy.

"Urgh... yeah... I'll live..." the irony of what he had just said hit him and he shook his head.

"I told you to wear your seatbelt!"

"Those things kill more people than they save." Timmy said nonchalantly as he stood up and stretched, making several popping sounds as he did.

"But you flew out of the car!"

"But I'm already dead. Looks like it's me one, seatbelts zero."

"Timmy!" Vicky hid the scythe and quickly pulled her sleeves down so that her hands were covered. She then began to run over to him.

"Vicky! You're okay!" relief washed over him as he moved to meet her in a hug.

Alas, such a cliché ending was not in store for the two lovers.

The roof of the truck was sliced off and kicked away as Trixie burst from the rear seat and leaped at Vicky. "Your time has come, demon!"

Time seemed to slow down as all eyes fell on Trixie, who was flying through the air straight at Vicky. Theresa and Veronica seemed too shocked to do anything, and Timmy felt rooted to the spot, until he was shoved away by Vicky.

Hitting the floor caused him to regain control of his body and he looked back at where Vicky had been standing to see Trixie sitting on her chest, sword raised above her head and pointing down at Vicky's chest. She had been knocked unconscious from being hit by Trixie's shield. "Any last words deceiver, Hellspawn, defiler, abomination, monster?!"

Vicky's left eye shot open, revealing a black sclera and red iris. "Actually, yes." a devious, predatory smile appeared on her face.

Trixie's eyes widened in shock and she shoved the sword down, only for Vicky to catch it between her middle and index fingers of her right hand, stopping it effortlessly.

"I was going to say... Thank you. Had you not knocked me out, I wouldn't have been able to take back control."

"Wh- What?!" Trixie staggered backward off Vicky.

"Yep. You really helped me out there." Vicky folded the fingers of both hands together, causing them to crack loudly. She then rushed forward and ripped the visor from Trixie's helmet.

Trixie looked at her with wide eyes, too shocked to move.

"Ooh... That look! The fear in your eyes! I love it!" she stuck her hands in the opening and ripped the helmet in half, causing the separate pieces to tumble to the floor with a clanging sound. "Tell me, what were you going to do? Stab me with your widdle sword?"

Trixie wasn't sure when it happened, but Vicky now held the sword in her hands, she ran her bony fingers up and down the edge of the blade. "Give- give that back! A knight's sword is their badge of honor!"

"Oh? So without this sword, you're not much of a knight, are you?"

"Right, so return it and-"

There was a shattering sound as Vicky punched the blade of the sword, causing it to shatter like glass. "Oops! My bad!" Vicky giggled evilly. "Guess I don't know my own strength!"

Trixie dropped to her knees and looked at the shards of her sword. "What- what have you done?!"

Vicky moved closer and picked her up by the collar of her armor. "Me? Why, I haven't done anything! If you had allowed Vlad over there to get to Vicky, all this could've been avoided! Your overzealous beliefs have brought ruin upon you. If it's any consolation, I am sorry for you. You failed to place your trust in those closest to you, your friends... your lover..." Vicky grinned evilly at Trixie, then tossed her at the car parked in the throne room.

Theresa took the opportunity to catch Trixie before she hit the car, but her momentum caused her to be thrown into the car as well. "Oof... Timmy... you'd better do something!"

Hearing his name snapped him from his stupor and he stood up. "Er... right!" he looked at Vicky, she held the scythe once again and was now holding it above her head, getting ready to slam the blade into the ground. He moved forward but stopped a few feet behind her.

She turned her head slightly to look at him. "What?" she asked coldly.

It felt like her, he realized. All night after she had put the wisp in him, he thought there was something controlling her, either the scythe, or maybe the scythe's owner. It had to be that. He didn't want to believe that Trixie was right, that there wasn't an outside force in control, but standing here now as she prepared to cut another hole in the Earth and unleash God knows what into the mansion, he realized it was Vicky. Unmistakeably.

"Why are you doing this?" there was no alarm in his voice like he had thought there would be, there was just... sadness? Disappointment? He couldn't place what it was he was currently feeling.

"I'm doing this for us! For me, for you..." Vicky placed a hand over her heart. "For her too, though she doesn't see it that way..."

"So you aren't Vicky?"

"Of course I am! Don't I look like her? Sound like her?! Cause that familiar fluttering in your chest?!" she let the arm holding the scythe fall to her side. "The scythe let me be free, so I can do what she is too scared to. If she takes over- if we take over, you and I and her can be together! No laws saying it's wrong, no people sneering at us, no one to try and keep us apart! Tell me to my face that you don't want that!"

"I-! ..." she wasn't wrong. Keeping their relationship a secret could be exhausting at times. How easy things would be if they didn't have to hide it, if they could just be like a normal couple... "You're right."

"Don't tell me that- Wait. I am?" Vicky looked almost dumbstruck. "She is?!"

"Yeah, I do want us to be able to have a normal relationship, no hiding, no looking over our shoulders."

"So- so you really do see things my way?"

"Yeah, to Hell with everyone else who says we can't be together..." a plan had formed in his mind, likely due to his 'vampire intelligence' or whatever it was that Theresa had called it. He took a cautious step forward, then another.

"Timmy?! What are you doing?! You can't really... I- We trusted you! You were the one who wanted to put an end to this and now... now you don't?! You're both just gonna let everyone die?!" Veronica practically screamed at him.

He wasn't surprised, it's not like he told the plan to anyone, he had literally just come up with it and it might not even work. Still... if he was going to try to make it work, he had to be convincing. "Don't you get it? If we side with her, who knows what sort of power we can attain?" he turned to look at Veronica. "This is what you wanted too, isn't it? To be able to keep your powers, to help people?" as he finished, he winked at Veronica, hoping she would understand.

"But! I-" the gears in Veronica's head began to slowly turn. "Maybe... you're right... I wasn't thinking... but I can help people, we all could..." Veronica turned to Theresa; who was now looking at the two of them like they had just spoken high treason, and winked at her, causing Theresa to nod in understanding.

"What is he doing?! What is she doing?! They can't really want this! This isn't how things were supposed to go!"

"Sounds like our boyfriend is coming around to my way of thinking. I knew he had some evil in him somewhere, just needed to die so he could bring it out. Even the nice ones can be corrupted! I always knew you had it in you, come over here!" Vicky embedded the scythe blade-first into the ground and put spread her arms out, inviting Timmy in for a hug.

Timmy now directed his attention at Vicky. He would only get one shot at this, one chance to end it, one chance to save her, and everyone. He contemplated a slow walk over to her. No, too... cliché. Run into her embrace? It would seem more his style, but it felt... what was the word she used when he tried to be romantic? Cheesy. Tackle her with all the force of a blood starved vampire and love starved boyfriend. It would catch her by surprise, exactly what he needed to do, surprise her.

"You gonna leave me hanging all day?" Vicky spoke, shaking Timmy from his thoughts and already sounding rather impatient.

His response was swift. Deciding on option three, being that it was the most unexpected, he leaped at her and tackled her to the ground, sending the two of them sprawling backward and away from the scythe.

"He sure knows how to get his point across..." "You can say that again..." Vicky brought her arms up to wrap them around him and watched as her sleeves came up, revealing her skeletal arms. She stopped and looked at them, for the first time being scared of how they looked. "Is he scared of how I look?" "Of what we've become?" she hesitantly, very hesitantly, wrapped her bony arms around him, causing him to tense up ever so slightly at her touch.

"It is you..." he mumbled into her neck. She could feel dampness on her neck too.

"It always has been..." "I suppose you're right..."

"You're... gonna hate me for this..." even as he put his plan into action, his mind hesitated.

"I could never hate-" Vicky stopped as she felt fangs sink into her vulnerable neck. "You-!" she gasped out.

"Looks like he tricked you."

Timmy drank deeply. This is what his body wanted, needed. All other senses were pushed back by taste alone. The thoughts scared him to some degree, to suddenly enjoy the taste of the coppery substance, to hold one's life in your hands, to hurt them in such an intimate moment. He briefly opened his eyes to see that Vicky's were nearly closed, the black and red eyes stared at him like he had betrayed her. Like he had killed her. A single tear fell down from the right eye as they closed.

A moment later, her eyes shot open once again; white and pink, like they should have been as she took in a shaky breath and shoved him off of her with a low smacking sound. "Thanks..." her voice was barely above a whisper. "But... leave me some..."

Timmy sat up, no longer looking starved, his skin had regained some color and his eyes were now an icy blue color. "Sorry... about that..." he wiped his mouth on his shirt sleeve.

Vicky tried to stand up, but only managed to drop back to her hands and knees. "Feels... like the room's spinning... Where- where'd you get that idea?"

"Kind of... spur of the moment. When Trixie knocked you out, and the other 'you' took over, the idea just came to me, so I drank your blood until you fell unconscious. Just glad you stopped me..."

"Yeah, you looked like you were enjoying yourself a little too much back there..."

"I was thirsty. And happy to see you."

Vicky pulled him closer and rested her forehead against his with more force than intended from being light-headed. "You still happy to see me?" "I'm still here ya know."

"You happy to see me?"

"Yes..." she smiled sweetly and planted a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Then you have your answer." he smiled back.

"Are you just gonna ignore me now?" the voice whined.

"So... that... other you still in there?"

"Finally, some recognition! Even if it is from the one who betrayed me."

"Yep, won't shut up either."

"Then I guess we'd better deal with her."

"Deal with me? What's that supposed to mean?"

"What'd you have in mind?" Vicky stood up now, slightly less wobbly.

"Well... how attached to her are you?"

"Whaddya mean by that?" "Yeah, what's he playing at?" "I mean... she is me. I can't just... get rid of her..." "Oh, so now we're friends?"

"I have an idea, but I'm not sure if you'll like it, or if it'll even work." Timmy rubbed the back of his head. "Might be better than doing nothing though..."

"What is it?" "This should be good."

"Close your eyes."

"But... what if she takes over again?"

"We'll have to risk it. Close 'em."

Vicky did as she was told, then cracked one eye open. "You sure about this?"

"No."

"Perfect. Next time, just lie." she closed her eyes fully.

"Noted. Now, imagine a pool of water before you, you're standing at the edge of it, looking into it. Can you see it?"

"Yeah... there's a reflection... it's... me?" true, in her mind's eye, Vicky could see the water, she stood on a beach, the sky was dark and the sand was a dull gray color. The water before her was still, the reflection in it unmarred by waves or ripples. "Oh hey! Fancy meeting you here!" her reflection smiled deviously at her and waved, were it not for the fact that her reflection had different eyes than her, she wouldn't have known she was talking to her other 'half'. "She's here too..."

"What does she look like?" Timmy asked, doing his best to keep the excitement out of his voice. His plan appeared to be working...

"She looks like me." "And you look just like me." "Except for the eyes. They're different." "I could say the same about you."

"Good. I want you to step into your reflection."

"What?!" Vicky exclaimed while miraculously keeping her eyes shut. "Why would I want to be anywhere near her?! She'll take over again!"

"This is for the best for both of you. She won't take over, I promise." another lie, but if it brought Vicky some comfort...

"This seems like a really bad idea..." "Or a really good one..." Vicky took a step forward, then another, and another, until she was waist deep in the water. "I don't feel any different." "Me neither, I-" the other voice fell silent as it distorted, then melted into Vicky, quickly being replaced by her normal reflection, no more black and red eyes.

"Vicky?"

Vicky's eyes shot open and she looked around, then at Timmy, then at her still skeletal hands. "Am I... me?"

"Do you... feel like... you?" "This is a weird conversation..."

"I feel... hm... I feel like kicking Chester's ass for hurting you. And I feel..." Vicky looked around suddenly. "Where's Tootie?! And the others?! Are they okay?" her eyes fell on Timmy. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

"I'm fine, so are they... Are you okay?" Timmy smiled slightly, but the look of concern did not leave his face.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Hm... let me re-phrase that. Am I talking to 'nice' Vicky, or... less... nice Vicky?"

"I... think it's both of us. But..." Vicky closed her eyes and searched her own mind. The presence that raged against her earlier was gone, yet not gone. Timmy had seemingly brought her divided personalities together. The urge to be evil... it was definitely still there, but it felt... sated. Like it had achieved what it had always wanted to. "Looks like you did it."

"Did what?" a look of confusion took over Timmy's face.

"You saved me. Just like you wanted to... even though it wasn't from any sort of monster or bully. You saved me from... myself, I guess." Vicky moved to ruffle his hair, but stopped at seeing her arms. "I... really hope we can reverse this..."

Timmy took her hand in his, indicating to her that it didn't bother him. "We'll find a way."

Vicky smiled at him, then looked at the scythe, still lying on the ground. "I think I might know of a way..." she moved to pick it up, but was yanked back by Timmy, causing her arm to crack. "Hey! What gives?!"

"I don't want you touching that... y'know, to be on the safe side..." he walked past her and picked it up himself. "Wouldn't this be some incredible plot twist if me picking it up possessed me or something?" he laughed nervously while looking at the scythe.

"Not funny." Vicky crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him.

"No, it isn't. So what's the plan?"

"Get everyone back to the truck, drive to the portal, and throw that damn thing in. Send it back to wherever it came from before my friend got her hands on it."

"You sure that'll work?"

"I'm not sure of anything right now. I'm somehow alive despite these grievous injuries, hordes of monsters are stalking the streets, and my sister's girlfriend tried to kill me. If you told me you have fairy godparents or something right now, I really wouldn't be surprised."

"Nah... that'd be... too weird... heheh... yeah... Um... everyone! Back in the Earth Destroyer, we've got a world to save!"

"Irony." Vicky stated blandly.

"Indeed."

Veronica and Theresa, who, up until this point had remained silent for some reason(certainly not because the writer couldn't think of any lines for them during Vicky's internal crisis), were currently sitting down next to Trixie, who had been knocked unconscious by Vicky.

"She alright?" Vicky had already sat down in the driver's seat.

"Yeah, probably gonna have one Hell of a headache when she wakes up though." Theresa put Trixie in the back seat, letting her head rest on her lap. "I'm Theresa, by the way."

Vicky looked back at the vampire girl, then at Trixie, then at Veronica. "Jeez Timmy, never knew you were such a stud."

"We- I- they-" Timmy stuttered, trying to find the right words, before giving up. "The curse of being the leading man..."

"Right..." after making sure everyone was in the car(and that Timmy was wearing his seatbelt), Vicky backed out of the mansion and drove straight for the portal, ignoring backyards, monsters, shrubbery, and any houses that got in her way. "Man, talk about off-roading."

Upon arriving at the hole, Vicky got out first and looked in. "So... do we just-"

She was interrupted as Timmy jumped into the air and threw the scythe with all his strength, spinning into the portal. There was an unearthly groan as the wisps were sucked back into the portal. Many were sucked directly out of the monsters they inhabited, turning them back into trick-or-treaters and costumed adults. Those who were slain; either by monsters or superheroes, suddenly re-appeared on the spot they were killed, fully healed and looking shaken, but none the worse for wear.

Timmy and Theresa's faces regained their normal color, the dark circles around their eyes disappearing. Vicky watched as the flesh on her arms faded back into existence.

Not caring at the moment about what anyone might have thought, she threw hers arms around Timmy and into a bear hug. "It worked!"

"Yeah it did!" Timmy returned the hug.

Veronica stared sadly at her hands. She was trying to make light, magic, even a spark to come out, but nothing happened. "Yeah... it did..."

"Vicky!" Vicky looked too late and was hit and knocked down by her sister, still wearing the princess dress and tiara. "You're okay!"

"Yep, just fine..."

"Hey man! You're alright!" Timmy got up off Vicky and looked to see Chester and AJ running at him. Chester had ditched the toilet paper and now wore his regular clothes, while AJ was still dressed as Frankenstein. The three boys met in a tight hug.

"You guys are okay! Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

"Nah, not since you took all the single girls with you, Casanova."

"Well, now's your chance. Theresa's... single..." he winked at his friend.

"F-for reals?!"

"For reals. Don't... try to impress her with the sweater vest though..."

"Alright... just this once, I'll listen to your idea." AJ slicked back his not-hair and walked over to Theresa, Timmy just now realized that she was a brunette like him, the black hair being replaced by their natural hair color.

"Urgh..." everyone heard a groan from the back seat of the car as Trixie sat up and looked around. "Wha happened- Ah... my head..." Trixie held her head as she got out of the car.

"Trixie! Are you okay?!" Just as quickly as Tootie had launched herself and collided with Vicky, she leaped off Vicky and crashed into Trixie, knocking her to the ground.

"Yeah... just a headache..." she then smirked at Tootie. "Is my princess okay?"

Tootie blushed and covered her face with her hands. "I'm- I'm fine... just glad you're okay..."

Timmy looked around at his group of friends. "Who's missing... Oh! Does anyone know what happened to Jack and Jill?"

"From the nursery rhyme?" Vicky looked at him quizzically.

"No, I met a couple of vampires who helped me out last night."

"Oh! Yeah, they went home when they noticed the sun was beginning to rise." Tootie piped up. "I hope they made it back okay..."

"Me too... Knowing them, they're probably fine. Seemed like they were too stubborn to die."

Elsewhere...

"Mandy! Have ya seen ma scythe?! I already missed Halloween because ah couldn't find it! I can't very well be the Grim Reaper with no scythe!" the cloaked skeletal figure stood in front of a girl wearing a pink dress with a flower on the chest, blonde hair, and a black hairband in said hair. She was reclining in a lawn chair.

"No, Grim. I haven't seen it because I lent it to a friend for Halloween. Don't you have a spare or something?" she raised the sunglasses up from her eyes and looked at him.

"Of course ah do! But that scythe is me lucky scythe! I need my lucky scythe! The Grim Reaper doesn't break from tradition!" he raised his hands in the air for emphasis at this, at which point a black and green portal tore open in the sky. A scythe came careening out of it and landed gently in the Reaper's hands. "Oh! There you are Scythey! I thought I lost you!"

"Great, you found it." Mandy lowered her shades again. "I'm going back to sleep."

"Ya shouldn't sleep in the sun, child. Ya might get skin cancer."

"I know! If only I had some otherworldly being who governed over life and death that could get me out of it... ah well, a girl can dream, right?" Mandy replied sarcastically and shot a small smile at Grim, somehow not destroying the universe when she did.

"Hmph. You're just lucky that I'm a very forgiving Reaper, my father would've sent the both of you imps straight to the underworld!"

"I'm sure he would've..." Mandy turned away and went to sleep.

Back in Dimmsdale...

"Alright, all of you get going! I'm going home. If any of you breathe a word of me not taking care of you for the full amount of time to your parents..." Vicky grinned evilly at Trixie, Chester, Veronica, AJ, and Theresa(for some reason). "I'll know..."

The group of children smiled slightly in spite of the threat and got into Trixie's limo. Tootie hugged her sister and Timmy(much to his chagrin), then got into the limo as well.

Timmy and Vicky watched the limo drive off.

"I don't think they're as scared of you anymore..."

"Too... tired... to be... snide..." Vicky slowly walked over to the Earth Destroyer and got in. "You coming?"

"Oh! Right." Timmy hopped in next to her and they began the short drive back to 'Vicky's mansion'.

Upon arriving, they found that the mansion was also repaired. "Wow. Just erase our memories and it'll seem like none of this crazy bullshit even happened..."

After following the now memorized path to their bedroom, Timmy collapsed on the bed while Vicky went into the bathroom to wash up.

"Hi Timmy!" Timmy sat bolt upright as his godparents poofed into the room and greeted him. "How was Halloween-"

"No! No Halloween talk!"

Both his godparents clammed up at this.

"Just... I wish I was in my regular clothes..." Timmy's Dracula outfit disappeared and was replaced by his pink shirt and blue jeans, his hat fell off and onto the bed.

"What do you want us to do with your costume?"

Timmy looked at the bloody, dirty, locust gut-covered costume. "Burn it."

The costume burst into flames, nothing remained after, not even ashes.

"Thanks... I wish..." Timmy sighed loudly. "I wish Veronica kept her powers from last night... but just her powers, not the stupidity or mage-like weakness."

Cosmo and Wanda's wands shined brightly and produced a poofing sound.

"Great... I'm sure that won't come back to bite me later... You guys can... do whatever... I need... sleep..."

"Um... okay... Good night Timmy. Pleasant dreams?"

"Thanks..."

Cosmo and Wanda poofed away and Timmy felt sleep begin to take him.

"Whoa there!" Vicky jumped on him and landed so she was straddling him.

"So close..." "Yeah...?"

"You aren't going to sleep, are ya? That just won't do... we spent the whole night away from each other..."

"And...?" Timmy replied sleepily.

Vicky leaned down to whisper in his ear. "We need to make up for lost time, not to mention you saved me back there, I think you deserve some kind of reward... know what I'm saying?"

Her breath on his ear and the husky voice she was using caused his eyes to open and him to smile slightly. "Well... I guess sleep can wait..."

A/N: Finally, it's finished. I think I wrapped everything up nice and smoothly, if not, send me a PM or review and tell me what I missed so I can slam my head on my desk and address it. Also, even though I didn't leave any sequel bait out for you all, I'm gonna go ahead and say that there will be a Thanksgiving-y story up for... well, Thanksgiving.