A.N.) I decided to write about how Timmy tried to get Ash for eating his big cookie. It's a twoshot.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Night World Series.

Frame

Quinn's proposal past 2 months ago. Everyone around the enormous mansion was talking about the wedding between John Quinn and soon-to-be Rashel Quinn. Mark, Blaise, Philip, Timmy, Rowan, Kestrel, Jade, Daphne, and Fayth (and everyone else I'm forgetting) were visiting for the glorious occasion. Hannah made herself the wedding planner, and was making sure everything was ready for the event few weeks away. Keller was thrilled that her long-lost twin sister (I read it on LJ Smith's website) was getting married. After long conversations with Rashel, they found they were not so different and soon came as close as they believed twin sisters should be. And, of course, Keller and Timmy occasionally made a "You hurt her, I hurt you" threat to Quinn.

Hannah brought all the girls in one of the many large living rooms. They were making arrangements for the wedding, but ran into a bind. Rashel stood up for her spot on the couch, and crossed her arms.

"No. Way." she said coolly. Gillian stood up as well. She clapped her hands together in a pleading sense.

"Please, Rashel? You have to. It's tradition." she said.

"I don't care! The last time I wore a-- dress, it became a pain in my ass!" Rashel said shaking her head. Keller nodded. Saying that word made Rashel nauseous. She was refusing to were a dress again. To wear a dress after her problems she went through the night of Quinn's proposal was unbearable. It was like asking Timmy not to pull pranks on Quinn anymore; it just couldn't be done!

Quinn was roaming the halls, searching his fiancée to ask if it was alright to kill Timmy, because Timmy decided to pull a shenanigan with shaving cream and a feather, while Quinn was taking a nap. Rashel's screaming protests to not wear a wedding dress lured him in the room.

Quinn smiled at her antics and silently snuck up behind Rashel. To his surprise, he didn't get caught. Her attention was too direct on the small crowd of females. She was shaking a fist in front of her face.

"There is no way in hell I'm--" Rashel was cut off. In a swift maneuver, Rashel was trapped in Quinn's arms from behind and he gave her a peck on the cheek. Rashel stood stunned and her fist fell. Quinn rested his chin on her shoulder. He wants me to wear a dress. she thought. She groaned.

"Ok. Fine. I'll wear a dress." Rashel said in a moan. She let her head hang in defeat. Quinn smirked and tightened his holding Rashel. Poppy clasped her hands together and squealed with delight.

"I was just going to ask if I could kill Timmy, but that's just as good." Rashel turned her head and glared wrathfully at him. But that was nothing a kiss couldn't cure.

Ash Redfern was sitting on a chair, on the balcony of his & his soulmates room. He was waiting patiently for Hannah to finish her 4 hour reign to get Rashel to agree to wear a dress, so his Mary-Lynnette could accompany him. "Oh God. I'm so bored!" he wined.

What Ash didn't know, was that a little vampire watch from afar. The little vampire, Timmy, observed Ash. Eyes filled with fury and hatred. But mostly vengeance. Timmy swore he would get revenge on Ash, for eating his cookie.

Luckily, Timmy had a plan. First he had to get ride of Ash for an hour or two.

Timmy walked down a wide hallway. He was making his was to Mary-Lynnette & Ash's room. He tried to make sure the bottle of Benadryl pills in his pocket didn't make noise and become noticed.

Timmy stopped and entered the room next to Ash & Mary-Lynnette's room. All apart of his plan. He quickly closed the door and lock it behind him. That sinister grin formed on Timmy's face.

That ass is going to wish he never ate my precious cookie, and call me short, and called me four, he thought. He scrambled around the room, searching for the room service phone. I wonder, who's room this is?

He found it. Held the headset to his ear, and smirked. "Hello, Room Service. I need you to send up a glass of fruit punch……Ok. Bye." He calmly hung up the phone. Timmy went back to searching the room for something to occupy himself, while he waited for the item he need to make the plan work. He saw an envelope on the dresser. Timmy took it as an advantage to blackmail whom ever.

He carefully removed the folded sheet of paper from to envelope. He skimmed the paper and looked disgusted.

"I love you with all my being, Keller." Timmy mimicked from the love letter. "Gross man. What the hell is wrong with everyone in this god damn mansion?" he commented. "This Galen guy is sick." He was thinking of scribbling over the letter or flush it down the toilet, but he sensed the maid coming down the hall with a glass of fruit punch. He shoved the letter back in the envelope and ran to catch the maid. The maid was startled and confused, when Timmy suddenly opened the door, took the drink, and slammed the door in her face.

OK. Now the fun will begin. Timmy revealed the bottle of Benadryl pills. Without hesitation, he pored the whole bottle of pills into the punch. It's not like overdosing is going to hurt him. With a few stirs, the drink was ready for delivery. Then, he was out the door to put his plan into action.

Timmy stood in front of Ash's door. Timmy didn't care if it was rude or not, he used his free hand to bang his fist against wood.

"Ass, open up!" Timmy shouted. Ash swung the door open. Timmy wasn't aware of that and ended up punching him…… there. When Timmy realized what he did, he fell to the floor laughing uncontrollably. It was hard trying not to spill the drink. Ash also fell to the floor, but he was more in pain.

"What was that for?!" Ash said, trying stand. Timmy stood, with the drink back in his hand. After wiping away tears from laughing too hard, Timmy held the drink higher to Ash's face.

"Here. Mary-Lynnette sent this up for you." Timmy said, with an pure smile. Ash just stared. He knew, from Quinn's story, that this child was evil, untrustworthy, and was a good liar. "It's fruit punch." Timmy persuaded.

"Alright." Ash took the drink and closed the door, forgetting to lock it. The night was on it's way. Where was Mare? She was with the other girls; they were deciding were they would shop for their dresses.

Ash shrugged and gulped down the beverage. Hm. It tastes a little bitter. Maybe the demon was… up…to…… something. After the thought, Ash collapsed. He was asleep.

Ash fell with a thud. That was Timmy's cue to come in. He had that evil grin again.

"I didn't think it would be that easy." Timmy said and added, " Nobody can be as stupid as Ash. Not even Morgead, that time he took a hit to the head from Keller, and then his personality changed to happy, load, and bubbly for a week."

~:~Flashback~:~

Jez and Morgead were standing in the yard behind the mansion. They were about to spar, but Morgead decided to do something else.

"Come sing with me, Jezebel!" Morgead jumped up and yelled. Jez twitched.

"Morgead, calm down! Let's begin our spar!" Jez yelled, back to ease him. Then, Morgead rapped Jez in a bear hug.

"I don't want to spar! I want to sing! I LOVE YOU! YOU LOVE ME! WERE A HA--"

WHACK!!!

Jez punched Morgead in the head. Then, Morgead knocked out. When he woke up, he didn't remember anything that happened that week and was back to normal.

~:~Reality~:~

Timmy dragged Ash to the closet. You think he just locked Ash in the closet, huh? Well, he did. But before he closed the door, Timmy put Ash's hand in a bowl of warm water. Ash has something to look forward to when he wakes up.

Timmy laughed at thought of Ash's reaction.

Phase 1: complete. Now for Phase 2.

Timmy laughed manically as he searched the room for one specific item. He found it under the bed. He pulled out a case. It held Mary-Lynnette's favorite telescope.

The telescope reflected a white light as Timmy removed it from it's case. Fun time. Timmy declares as he put the telescope back in it's case, and took it to his room.

Timmy slammed door. He placed the case on the floor and exposed the telescope again. He pulled out the telescope and roughly dropping it on the floor. Timmy grabbed his hammer (that he hid in his dresser). He raised the hammer high above his head. He stopped for a moment and thought, Am I going to regret this later? He pondered. Of course not.

With no more pausing, Timmy smashed the hammer down the telescope. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham! Wham! Wham! WHACK!

Each whack was more harder then the last. Timmy gave the final, finishing hit, and stopped to examine his work. It was dented all over; he almost flattened it; and he broke the lenses. He smirked and his eyes evil. More than satisfied with his actions, Timmy through his head back and laughed.

"Mwahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!"

A.N.) I'll put the next chapter up soon. Please review! Also, I put up a poll on my profie. I would appreciate it if you voted.