Raw Halloween
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE, Raw, or Rob Van Dam (although I wish I did)
As I walked, I knew that there was something wrong with this street. The houses showed no lights, and no signs of life of any kind. I was contemplating about whether it would be better to skip this street altogether, when I came to hone house showing a smidgen of Halloween spirit; it had a single Jack-O-Lantern, which showed a cat arching its back, lit with a single dim candle. An excited fear came to me, and I just had to know who lived in this frightening house. I walked soundlessly up the steps, undaunted by the fact that a dead silence filled this street. I knocked on the door quietly, happily afraid. When no sound came, I knocked louder. After a few seconds, I heard a heavy breathing and beating of the heart on the other side. My heart was in my throat as the doorknob began to turn. Then, in an instant, someone flew out of the door and landed on top of me, and we were both on the ground; he laughing and I screaming. After a second, I began to feel that I knew this person in the incognito of a vampire.
"Rob Van Dam?!" I half yelled, half squeaked involuntarily. The young WWE Superstar, who was rolling on the floor laughing, suddenly stopped in mid roll as he heard the mention of his persona. "Hey, my name is not 'Rob Van Dam,'" he told me matter-of-factly, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. "It's Robbie." "I knew that," I said in a tone that showed I could be as stubborn as he could. "I was just testing you." He stood up as he tried to look serious, but it was hard to believe him with his laughing eyes. "So, what are you supposed to be?" he asked, in a mock-disapproving tone, as he looked me from head to toe. "I'm a Killer Butterfly, of course." I smiled gleefully. It was difficult to contain the excitement of being at the house of my favorite Raw Superstar. I was wearing a black leotard with black pants over it and black shoes. I had butterfly wings and antennae on, but what made my costume hard to guess was the toy knife that I held in my hand. "Killer.Butterfly," he said slowly, in a tone that was obviously a rhetorical question. "Right. Well, miss 'Killer Butterfly', I like you and all, and you're my new best friend, but I don't have any candy for you. I gave my last twenty pieces to the kid who almost choked to death when I scared him. I have never seen a mother so angry." he added thoughtfully. "So, I have no treat for you." At this he looked sad, and I gave him the most heart wrenching, tear- jerking, pitiful look that he would ever wish not to see. Then, an idea formed in my head. My face changed rapidly from depressingly sad, to frighteningly evil. At this he became confused, which only made "my baby" look even more adorable. "I know what my treat will be," I told him. I reached up and gave him a long-deserved-by-me kiss. It seemed like the cartoons, when the fireworks go off and the loud music plays. When the kiss was over, I bolted off the porch and raced down the street. When I turned around to look tantalizingly back at him, I noticed that he was following me. His expression made it seem as if his greatest, life long dream had just been realized. As I went home, followed by my hero in the WWE, I knew that my dreams had been.
Note: So, what do you think? I know it's short, but it won an award at the WWE Club guild on www.neopets.com (go there now!). Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for taking time out of your life to read my fan fic.
~Killer Butterfly~
Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE, Raw, or Rob Van Dam (although I wish I did)
As I walked, I knew that there was something wrong with this street. The houses showed no lights, and no signs of life of any kind. I was contemplating about whether it would be better to skip this street altogether, when I came to hone house showing a smidgen of Halloween spirit; it had a single Jack-O-Lantern, which showed a cat arching its back, lit with a single dim candle. An excited fear came to me, and I just had to know who lived in this frightening house. I walked soundlessly up the steps, undaunted by the fact that a dead silence filled this street. I knocked on the door quietly, happily afraid. When no sound came, I knocked louder. After a few seconds, I heard a heavy breathing and beating of the heart on the other side. My heart was in my throat as the doorknob began to turn. Then, in an instant, someone flew out of the door and landed on top of me, and we were both on the ground; he laughing and I screaming. After a second, I began to feel that I knew this person in the incognito of a vampire.
"Rob Van Dam?!" I half yelled, half squeaked involuntarily. The young WWE Superstar, who was rolling on the floor laughing, suddenly stopped in mid roll as he heard the mention of his persona. "Hey, my name is not 'Rob Van Dam,'" he told me matter-of-factly, crossing his arms like a stubborn child. "It's Robbie." "I knew that," I said in a tone that showed I could be as stubborn as he could. "I was just testing you." He stood up as he tried to look serious, but it was hard to believe him with his laughing eyes. "So, what are you supposed to be?" he asked, in a mock-disapproving tone, as he looked me from head to toe. "I'm a Killer Butterfly, of course." I smiled gleefully. It was difficult to contain the excitement of being at the house of my favorite Raw Superstar. I was wearing a black leotard with black pants over it and black shoes. I had butterfly wings and antennae on, but what made my costume hard to guess was the toy knife that I held in my hand. "Killer.Butterfly," he said slowly, in a tone that was obviously a rhetorical question. "Right. Well, miss 'Killer Butterfly', I like you and all, and you're my new best friend, but I don't have any candy for you. I gave my last twenty pieces to the kid who almost choked to death when I scared him. I have never seen a mother so angry." he added thoughtfully. "So, I have no treat for you." At this he looked sad, and I gave him the most heart wrenching, tear- jerking, pitiful look that he would ever wish not to see. Then, an idea formed in my head. My face changed rapidly from depressingly sad, to frighteningly evil. At this he became confused, which only made "my baby" look even more adorable. "I know what my treat will be," I told him. I reached up and gave him a long-deserved-by-me kiss. It seemed like the cartoons, when the fireworks go off and the loud music plays. When the kiss was over, I bolted off the porch and raced down the street. When I turned around to look tantalizingly back at him, I noticed that he was following me. His expression made it seem as if his greatest, life long dream had just been realized. As I went home, followed by my hero in the WWE, I knew that my dreams had been.
Note: So, what do you think? I know it's short, but it won an award at the WWE Club guild on www.neopets.com (go there now!). Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanks for taking time out of your life to read my fan fic.
~Killer Butterfly~