Author's Note/Disclaimer: This story was the second story I posted on this website, and the second Little Shop of Horrors fan fiction I ever wrote. It's been through about three phases and two revisions to get to this final version. I'd like to thank one of my friends DrumMajorPheonix for helping me out with this with her reviews and advice. I own none of the characters you'll see here. It's just a fan fiction. Enjoy!

*S. Snowflake

A Night to Remember

-a Little Shop of Horrors story

Part I

The lower apartment window glowed faint orange that evening on Skid Row by the bathroom mirror from a flickering lilac-scented candle as the young woman who lived there brushed her short blond hair. She hummed a soft tune as she thought dreamily about something in particular, giggling like a child whenever it happened to come across her mind. She almost thought her reflection was asking, Why are you acting so silly?

"Because he likes me," she answered, "Seymour likes ME!"

She laughed again and tried to calm herself down. The girl, Audrey, had always secretly liked her co-worker Seymour, but she never imagined he had felt the same back. It had now been two days since they had finally admitted their feelings to each other and they had kissed, but she still could not believe that they were together now. What was even more surprising was when yesterday Seymour had gathered up of all his courage to ask her on a date for the next night. He had been so shy about it too; Audrey found this to be Seymour's most adorable quality of all.

She looked over her appearance as a whole once she was finished preparing for the evening. Her brightly-colored floral dress was a stark contrast to her usual black, low-cut one, but it accentuated her body just fine, and gave it a brilliant rosy color. She also was not wearing as much makeup as she usually did, for Seymour had told her that he would rather have her not pretend to be something she was not. All of this was so new, but she liked this change.

At last, she was prepared to leave for their date.

She rummaged through her purse to make sure that she had everything. "Got my wallet, keys, checks… oh, can't forget the hand-cuffs…" Her voice trailed off remembering her former boyfriend who injured her on every opportunity possible. He had mysteriously vanished just a little while ago, and now she was with Seymour…everything seemed to be moving too fast for her liking. All of the sudden and she cried a few tears out of guilt.

"Don't waste another minute thinkin' about that creep, Audrey," Seymour's words echoed in her mind, "I'm your friend."

She smiled at that thought. Seymour would never try to hurt her or let anyone else hurt her either. It felt good to at last be liked, maybe even loved, by somebody.

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Meanwhile at Mushnik & Son's Skid Row Florists down the road, a light bulb flickered in the back as a small man was busy fixing himself up in front of a cracked mirror. He polished his shiny glasses repeatedly, and then put on a rather large and somewhat ridiculous looking polka-dotted bow tie.

"Nice tie, kid," a deep, booming voice mocked him. It was coming from a huge, flytrap-like plant in the middle of the shop with a big sign next to it that read, "This is Audrey II!"

"Going to an idiot convention or something?" the monster asked.

"Oh, lay off Twoie," the boy answered, "Ya know I'm takin' Audrey on a date tonight."

"Such a sweet little lady ain't she Seymour? He he," the plant cackled, licking its chops.

"Don't even think about it! Besides, you just…ate two days ago anyway," Seymour replied thinking of how the plant had grown from a little, blood eating bud to a huge, talking, murderous monster. It had by now eaten two people, the most recent being his boss Mr. Mushnik, whom he simply stood by as the creature consumed him in front of his eyes.

His thoughts then changed to anger and protecting Audrey. "And I'd never let you have her!" Seymour declared to the monstrosity.

"What a LOAD OF CRAP!" Audrey II boomed. "Feed me!"

"Hey, watch your language Audrey Two," Seymour replied sternly, glaring at the plant. "And I can't feed ya yet. Just give me a week or two. Maybe I can rob a blood bank or something."

"You better, kid," the plant said. "'Cause if I go hungry, you'll lose your fame; and if you lose your fame then that girl's out the window."

Seymour hung his head and sighed. "I know Twoie, I know."

The plant smiled devilishly, knowing very well that this manipulation trick would get it what it wanted despite the fact that Audrey's love for Seymour had nothing to do with his fortune and fame. If I can keep this act up, I'll be gettin' some lunch in no time, the plant thought.

The shop bells rang. "Seymour?" a high-pitched voice called before Audrey herself stepped inside. "Were you talking to someone, Seymour, sweetie?" she asked.

"Uh, um, um… no, just myself," Seymour replied, stepping out into the main portion of the shop to meet Audrey. "I guess I'm just a little nervous is all."

"I'd be too if I had to run this place all by myself," Audrey said. "Mr. Mushnik didn't even leave you any instructions while he's been gone on vacation."

"Yeah," Seymour muttered trying to stay off the subject of Mr. Mushnik's trip. "So, you look really… nice tonight Audrey," he complemented shyly.

She blushed. "Aw, Seymour. You know, I bought this dress with the raise you gave me, but I feel a little bad. Are you sure Mr. Mushnik said it was okay for you to give me that money?"

"Don't worry Audrey," Seymour answered while taking her hands in his. "Mr. Mushnik won't be saying much at all anymore about the money."

There was an uncomfortable silence ensuing Seymour's last statement. Seymour was trying to shut away his memories of Mushnik's horrible death, while Audrey tried to understand what her boyfriend had meant by their boss "not saying much at all anymore." At last Audrey broke the silence. "Shouldn't we get going, Seymour?" she asked.

"Um, sure Audrey," he replied quietly.

"Well then, let's go," she said softly as she slowly extended her hand. Once Seymour took it, she bolted out the door with him latched on for dear life. Like two kids running to candy store, they both had huge grins slapped on their faces as they ran to the subway station that would take them uptown.