AN: Okay, I said I'd update ASAP so I am. I'm actually going out in an hour so I don't know if this bit will be as good as the first bit but yeah… I hope it will be.

Disclaimer: I'm too lazy to write another one of these so if you need to know if I'm Marianne Curley, look at the first chapter. (I'm not her by the way)

Kyla (Yes, again)

The journey back from our trick or treating trip is absolute chaos. The Order would be proud. Dillon egged his own house – it took both Ethan and Arkarian to pull Dillon's ridiculously drunk father off him long enough for us to escape. Fortunately, Neriah got all that on tape, but unfortunately, Isabel used this diversion as cover for her to delve into her bag of sweets. Isabel and sugar don't mix, so now there's an argument going on between Matt and Arkarian over who was supposed to be supervising her while she was in the presence of so much sugar. In fact, she now resembles more of a zombie than she originally set out as, being covered in sugar and sporting an insane look in her eyes.

"SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR!"

"You were!"

"No, you were!"

"SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR!"

"YOU!"

"NO YOU!"

"SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUG-"

"I DON'T CARE WHO DID WAS SUPPOSED TO BE WATCHING HER!" Lorian calls above the racket we're all making.

Everyone falls silent except Dillon and Matt; Dillon's busy groaning in an attempt to get someone to feel sorry for him, although no-one does 'cause it was his own fault for egging his own house, and Matt is stuffing himself with sweets like a pig.

Lorian speaks again. "Arkarian, get Isabel into her room as soon as we get to the house."

"You can't tell me what to do!" Arkarian argues.

Lorian sighs. "It's your fault she's hyper on sugar!"

"SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR!"

"No, it's not!" Arkarian protests. "It's Matt's fault!"

Matt chokes on a sweet before replying. "No it's yours!"

"YOURS!" Arkarian shouts.

"SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR! SUGAR!"

"SILENCE!" Lorian yells again. "Lathenia will have both of your heads if she sees Isabel like this! Arkarian will put Isabel in her room!"

"But-" Arkarian begins.

Lorian interrupts him. "No buts! Just do it!"

The minibus pulls to a stop outside the house and everyone files out of it- Arkarian with the sugar-hyped up Isabel slung over his shoulder and Neriah last, complaining that her disgustingly tight and short, rubber mini-dress would ride up if she jumped down form the minibus. I still haven't quite worked out what she's supposed to be dressed as. Dillon joked that she was being a Mary-Sue in a nasty dress; everyone else said that that's what she looks like anyway.

Matt, judging by the vast amount of loo roll he's wrapped around himself, is a mummy, and Arkarian is a ghost, entirely covered in a white sheet he found in his room when Isabel complained that he wasn't wearing a costume and everyone else backed her up that he should be wearing one.

I amble into the lounge with Dillon, Ethan and Rochelle, where we empty our bags to see how much candy we've got to munch on this week. Neriah and Matt have disappeared upstairs.

Lorian enters the room grinning. "Who wants hot chocolate?" He calls.

"Ooh! ME!" I say.

"And me!" Ethan adds.

"Yes please." Rochelle answers politely.

"What?" Dillon questions. "I was busy counting."

I roll my eyes. Lorian repeats himself and finds that he's got to make all of us hot chocolate. He strolls off to make it. I sidle up to Ethan.

"What have you planned for Neriah?" I whisper into his ear.

He taps the side of his nose with a smirk. "You've got to wait and see."

I sigh and pop a sweet into my mouth, finishing it just as Matt and Lorian come in, sporting six mugs of hot chocolate between them. They distribute one to each of us before Matt settles on the floor with his and Lorian sinks into an armchair.

I just take a sip of mine when Neriah screams and I nearly spit my hot chocolate out, swallowing in just in time to stop Dillon getting covered in it. Matt isn't so lucky, Dillon, who is sitting beside him, doesn't manage to swallow his mouthful and matt ends up wit it all over his back. He doesn't notice though 'cause Neriah runs into the room, still screaming.

"Your hot chocolate's in the microwave." He informs her.

She keeps screaming until Ethan realises he left a glass of water on the mantelpiece earlier and throws its contents over her.

Her jaw drops in surprise but not for long. She starts babbling. "ItwashoribbleandInevrwannaseeitagaineurghhe'souglyewwwewwwewwwewwewisawhiminmyroomhewasinmyroom!"

"Calm down and say that again." Lorian commands calmly.

Neriah bursts into tears. "I went into my room and Marduke was lying on my bed! He's so ugly and he was on my bed! And he wasn't wearing any clothes! EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!"

I actually fell sorry for her, for once. In fact this is the first and probably the last time I ever will feel sorry for the Mary Sue! I look to Ethan. He winks.

"So," He says casually to Neriah. "It was your room, you say."

"YES!" She insists. "He was in MY ROOM!"

"Did you like the illusion?"

"You what?" Neriah says.

"You thought it was your room. I just made Marduke's room look like yours and voila: Instant prank."

I start to clap my hands. Dillon cheers. Even the immortal is laughing.

Neriah shrieks in rage and runs up the stairs. She screams again.

"She fell for it twice!" Ethan gasps, in total hysterics.

Rochelle glances at the camera on the mantelpiece. "And I do believe we got the whole thing on film!"

"That'll be something to watch in the summer." I state, sipping at my hot chocolate.

"You know, it's now nearly over." Matt puts in, clearly surprised.

Rochelle quizzes him. "What is?"

"Halloween." Matt answers.

"I'm looking forward to next year all ready." Dillon explains.

I nod, grinning. "Roll on next year!" I agree.

Matt burps. "I've had too many sweets." He groans.

We all laugh.

AN: It's over! Noooooooooooooooooo! Oh well, there's still next year. That was surprisingly fun to write. I hope it was fun to read. I think I will write a bonfire night one too – then you will all get to see the egging of Dillon's house on the video. I shall add it in somewhere – maybe even in this.

Thanks to FurtiveFox for her review.

Anyway; please review:-p