Disclaimer: I do not own PoM. I only own this story

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The queen of night was now rising from her throne. The stars were shining so bright, filling the whole night sky and turning it into a sea of star. It was half past ten at night, but the lights of the sleepless city New York never turned off. That night was really bright with many stars and a moon filling the sky and the lights from the busy New York City.

It was October the thirty first, the last date of October of the year. People and children were scattering around the streets, wearing scary costumes and gathering as much candy as they could since it was Halloween.

"Trick or treat!" a group of children yelled on the front porch of a house. A middle-age woman came out and laughed before she gave them some candies.

But the thing is, they didn't know that four small figures eyed them with their icy blue eyes from the top of the woman's building.

"Why, isn't this a nice day for trick or treating?" the shortest penguin asked with his thick British accent.

"This is not day; it's night," the tall penguin corrected him.

"Well, our job now is not staring at those children to have candies," the flat-headed penguin snapped. "We're the member of VIA, and it's still two hours before midnight. So we should be hurry if we want to complete our mission."

"Yeah, yeah!" the scarred penguin grunted.

The flat-headed one, Skipper, closed his eyes before he vanished in a blink of an eye. The others sped off to catch up their leader. They jumped from one building to another until they saw their leader standing on the edge of one building. The tall one, Kowalski, was now beside him, followed by the shortest one, Private, and the scarred one, Rico. Their physiques might be different, but there was one thing that was the same; they wore the same crosses.

Skipper wore his cross as his brooch, Kowalski tied his cross at his arm, and Private wore his cross as his necklace, while Rico tied his cross at his feet, letting it jingling from his movement.

"Kowalski, status," the leader muttered.

Kowalski turned to Rico. "Rico, binocular," he said. Soon Rico hacked up a binocular from his gut, and Kowalski swiftly snatched it and tried to secure the area with it.

Private turned to him. "Well?" he asked.

"I felt three—no, four souls in the town square," Kowalski replied. "But I can't see it clearly. Let me have a minute to find out." Kowalski handed back the binocular to Rico as he closed his sky blue eyes. He concentrated for a moment before he opened his eyelids, revealing his flashing blue eyes as his vision changed. He saw four balls of fire, which what he referred as souls, flickering around the town square.

"They're fighting," the tall one muttered. "They have a fight—or at least, that is what I've seen."

"Options?" the leader asked, facing at his lieutenant.

Kowalski pulled a notepad a pencil out of nowhere. He scribbled down for a moment before he faced Skipper. "Investigate it or leave it while we hunt," Kowalski said.

Skipper turned away as he said, "The first one seems like a plan to me. Move out, boys." Right after he said that, he vanished again as the others sped off to catch up him.

A few minutes later, Skipper—who arrived first—followed by the others, were now arrived at the town square. There they saw four figures. Two large figures were bullying two small figures. It appeared that Eggy and one of his sibling—they were wrapped by Halloween costumes—were being blackmailed by two rats.

"Oi, gimme those candy!" one of the rats said.

"No!" Eggy declined. "These are our candy! We worked hard to gather them!"

"Yeah!" his sibling agreed. "These are our candy! You can't have them!"

"Then in that case, we'll take 'em!" the other rat yelled. Then the four were fighting in order to get those basketfuls of candy.

The four penguins could only watch them flatly from the distance.

"Skipper," Private called. "Should we break them off? We can't just sit here and do nothing."

"Private's right, Skipper," Kowalski agreed. "We must do something to get this thing over. It's Eggy over there and he can't do anything to protect his sibling. Besides..." Kowalski's words trailed off.

Private finished it for him. "I think those blackmailers' blood is tasty enough," he said as Rico evilly snickering as he licking his own beak and fangs.

"Boys, I know you're thirsty, but our job as members of VIA is to keep the city save from harms," Skipper said. "I know your desires, and I'm thirsty too here. But we have to restrain our desire—our first priority is our job, not our desires."

The others were glancing to each other before sighing and simultaneously said, "Aye, Skipper."

"Gimme those baskets, you dwarves!" the rats yelled once more as they tried to get the children's candy basket before they were interrupted by a blue energy ball that flew through them. They were stunned until a faint footsteps heard along the town square. The rats and the ducklings turned around to see four penguins with different weapons in their flipper standing in front of them.

Skipper held his white sword, Kowalski held his bow, Private held his staff, and Rico held his twin semi-automatic pistols. They were the same as before but their crosses were nowhere to be seen.

Skipper drew his sword. "Okay, who's making the ruckus here?" he asked, grinning slyly to the rats as he showed his fangs underneath his beak—and they could not be seen from the distance.

The rats, pissed off by his words, were about to step forward and punch him, but one of them saw the emblem on Skipper's sword.

One of the rats gasped. "VIA!" he shrieked. "They're VIA members! We should get out of here!"

"Here!" the other rat said as he tossed Eggy's basket to him, only to fall on the ground because he couldn't catch it. "We don't need it anymore!"

But before they could flee, Kowalski, in a blink of an eye, softly stepped in front of them on the ground, grinning evilly. "You know?" he muttered. "Your blood is more tasteful with those sins you've made." Kowalski grinned more, showing his fangs underneath his beak as he licked one of his fangs and successfully scaring the rats.

"No! Please, spare us!" the rats pleaded. "Spare us! We promise we won't blackmail again! We promise!"

"You should." Skipper stepped forward. "But before you can promise, there's one thing that you should do; sign this oath," he said as he handed them a piece of paper. "Sign it only with your blood." Skipper grinned.

"Yes! Yes, we will sign it! Just please don't hurt us!" the rats pleaded.

"Rico," Skipper ordered. On cue, Rico prepared his pistols and pulled the triggers. The rats were shivering to death as a ball of energy started to form on the front of the two pistols' mouth. And everything happened so fast.

Rico apparently was just scaring them with the pistols. He didn't mean to kill them—as Skipper ordered—so he intentionally missed his shots. He only made a small bruise to each of the rats, and their blood droplets successfully drip on the oath paper.

"That's better," Skipper muttered as he picked up the paper. The rats were shivering as the rubbed their bruise. "I guess we'll keep this. And we're warning you; if you ever do something against your oath, it's death you're dealing with."

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"So does this means we won't hunt?" Private asked when they arrived at Central Park Zoo's gate. The rats they were dealing with had ran away when they heard the word 'death' from Skipper's beak. Eggy was disappointed his candy scattered everywhere on the ground, but Private promised him that he would get him much more candy if he could.

Skipper turned to Kowalski. "Well?"

Kowalski turned to the zoo's clock tower. It was 2313 hours. He turned back to the leader. "Maybe we should go back to Julien's party," he suggested. "The party started a few moments ago and if the zoosters see we're not attending, they'll get suspicious."

"Affirmative," Skipper agreed. "We can't let anyone see us as vampires. It'll threaten our ops and missions and our job as members of VIA. You know yourselves that VIA is a secret organization that only vampires are allowed to work in. And if something happened to our mission and job, it'll threat not only us, but the organization as well."

"We better do the hunting precisely after the party ends," Kowalski suggested.

"That's right," Skipper once again agreed. "I know you're thirsty, but tolerate it for a moment."

"I can't stand it!" Private whined. With that, they together vanished in a blink of an eye.

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To Be Continued...

A/N:

Okay, folks. I've already changed this. And I'm really sorry for RandomFanfictioner13 who already offered to be my beta, because hmbird11 is already beta-ed this. Really, I'm really sorry.