(A/N) This is going to be one of my Practice-fics. I'm trying to focus a little on detail and pacing and other things. So, here's how a practice fic goes, something already exists, I combine it with a story, make things work. Out pops a story. This one is based off of a movie I reciently saw called Trilogy of Terror. While the first two parts of the movie was ok the last, Amelia, is what this story is based off of. I think I saw somewhere in the opening credits that it was based off of a book or short story or something, but I don't remember. Anyway, be sure to leave lots of reviews so I know how I is doing. This may end up being a few chapters, but it'll still be short. Promise.

Coppyright: Glee belongs to glee which belongs to I think fox, Amelia belongs to Amelia which belongs to whoever Amelia belongs to. So lets begin shall we

Brittany

chapter 1

Brittany Finally returned home just after the rehearsals ended. Since high school ended she had continued with the only passion she had ever truly felt when it comes to a lifestyle: Dancing. She was good, amazingly so - which she already knew thanks to Brittney Spears - and was constantly on tour seeing exotic places and distant lands. But when the tours were finished and the world was quiet for a moment she liked to return to Lima and her apartment.

She took off her shoes and sat on the sofa, sliding her coat off her shoulders as she did. In her lap she placed a wooden box wrapped loosely in thin white paper. She removed the paper quickly, easily and discarded it beside the sofa. She then put the box on the small coffee table in front of her and lifted the lid. She smiled at first, expecting to see a specific doll waiting for her to hold it, it's face locked in some sort of expression of desire, lust, and surprise. But when she saw it her face twisted in disgust.

Laying in the box was what had to have been the ugliest doll she had ever, or would ever see. It stood probably only seven inches tall at most and was made of dark, painted wood. The body was thin like a skeleton and the head was much too large for its size. Raven black hair spilled from his hair and down to his shoulders. His mouth, wide enough to remind her of Sam, was lined with sharpened triangular teeth. It held its mouth open, baring them threateningly. Its dark eyes bulged from its skull, its pupils white. In his hand he held a long spear, an inch longer than he was tall. Close to the tip tiny red feathers hung decrotavly. Around his middle a thin golden chain was wrapped.

Between the ugly doll and the wall of the box was a rolled piece of paper. Brittany took it out and read it. "He who kills," She read the words which were the creepy doll's actual name on the top of the scroll out loud, confused by it. Who would even make something like this? She studied its distorted face for a moment, "Boy are you ugly. Even your mother wouldn't love you." She ran her hand along the length of the spear, pulling her hand away quickly when she touched the edge of the head. "That's very sharp."

She put the doll down, positioning it so it stood with the base of the spear behind him. The pointed end was raised in front of him. He almost looked like he was guarding something. Brittany shook her head at that thought. Whatever he would be protecting she would never try to touch. Her heart sank a bit as she continued to look at it. "This is what I get for buying things off the internet without seeing it." She sighed, "there's no way Tana will like you."

She took her thoughts away from the doll and reached into her coat pocket for her phone muttering. "Better get it over with," She dialed and waited only a moment for there to be an answer. When she heard it she spoke clearly, "Hi Mom,"

"Why didn't you call earlier?" Her mom asked

"I couldn't, I just got home."

"So when-"

"Mom-"

"are you going to-"

"Mom!" The two tried to talk over the other, Brittany finally winning. "It's about tonight. I know we started spending Friday nights together while I'm in town but I-"

"Are you sick or something?"

"No, I feel alright. It's not that."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm not sick." She sighed as her mom started into something she had heard on the news. Yet another kind of flu that had some animal's name in front of it. Before she could get very far Brittany cut her off sharply. "Mom, it's Santana. It's her birthday today. And, well, I sort of promised her we'd spend the night togeth- umm, the evening together." She quickly caught herself. Her mom knew she wasn't a virgin of course. But something in the idea of her mom knowing she readily gave herself to a woman didn't feel right. With everyone else she would display her bisexuality proudly, just not with her mother.

There was a long moment of silence. Brittany twisted her hair in her fingertips nervously as she waited for a response, "So, you pick your old friend over your mom?"

"It has nothing to do with preferring."

"You always break your promises like this," Her mom's voice sounded crushed.

"When do I break my word to you?"

"Well you always-"

"What do you mean? When? Give me a when. When do I break my promises?"

"It's not like it matters. I'm just your mom and you've grown up Brittany. Don't you love me anymore?"

"Of course I love you."

"No you don't."

"Yes I do. I do." Her hand fiddled with her blond hair again as she heard her mom's soft sobs on the other end. Ever since Brittany's father and sister had died in a car accident her mom had been incredibly lonely and depressed. These nights were the world to her, and Brittany knew. But she had made the promise to be with Santana on her birthday without realizing they fell on the same day.

"Now you're just being cruel to me Britt."

"I'm not being cruel." She tried to sound comforting, "It's just that it's her birthday that's all. I see you two or three times a week when I'm in town." She leaned her head back in slight annoyance as her mom began to ramble a bit about how things once were, when she watched her daughter grow up. Unintentionally Brittany snapped a little, "Mom stop treating me like a child! I'm all grown up!"

"Stop yell-"

"I'm not yelling!"

"Then why don't you just stay here? I still have your old room."

"Because I like it here."

"How come you don't like being here though?"

"Because I like having this apartment," She stuttered over her words, "I like it f-for my own. I like to be alone." Immediately she realized the mistake in her words, confirmed by a sob on the other end, "I didn't mean it that way. I'm sorry." Brittany put her hand against her mouth, biting the knuckles softly as she felt tears clouding her vision.

"So how long have you been planning this?"

"About a month."

"And why didn't you say anything until now?"

"I meant to tell you before." She said truthfully.

"And you're doing this to be for that lesbian bitch of a cheerleader with the fake knockers?" Brittany hated the way her mother spat the word like it was venom.

"She's much different now." She tried to explain. There was this side to Santana that she was the only one to see. It was there before, buried under the fear and lies, "She's kind and gentle. You'd like her if you only talked to her."

"It she why you left?"

"What? No, it never happened that way. I was going to be a dancer anyway. I like dancing." Brittany rolled her shoulders as her eyes fell on the doll. "you should see what I'm getting her for her birthday. It's called a genuine Zuni fettish doll. It's supposed to be really rare." Her cheeks reddened slightly at the name that caused her to buy it. She imagined a sexy doll she and Santana could play with together, nothing like this. She picked it up and moved from the couch to the chair beside it. "I bought it online. "

"Oh, you really shouldn't buy things like that online. You never know what your going to find." Brittany's eyes rolled as she crossed her legs. No kidding she thought.

"It's really interesting though," She continued trying to make it sound like she had bought this strange doll on purpose. She remembered what little she had read on the scroll before calling her mom to begin with. "There's supposed to be a hunter's spirit inside it. There's a golden chain wrapped around it to keep the spirit from making the doll come to life."

"Make the doll do what?"

"Come to life." Brittany repeated louder and reached for the scroll she left on the coffee table. She laid the doll in her lap and spread the scroll with one hand, "It says: Should the chain be removed spirit and doll shall become one living . . ." She stopped herself, it sounded stupid to say out loud, "Well that's what it says." Brittany put the scroll down.

"What what says?"

"Umm, the scroll." Brittany answered, "the scroll that came with the doll. Inside the box." She picked it up by a leg and said the first thing that came into her mind. "You should see his face mom." Silence met her and she called her mom's name. She pressed a button to illuminate the face of the phone. The time of the call flashed, her mom had hung up.

Brittany stared at it for a moment blinking, then whispered, "Why does it always have to be like this?" She then tossed the phone back onto the couch and stared at it. "I will not get a headache." She promised herself, "I will not get a headache." She lifted the doll and looked at its ugly face. How was she supposed to give this to Santana tonight? She talked, as if to it, "I am going to take a bath. And then I'm gonna meet with Tana. And we're going to have a great time, the both of us." Already she was imagining what exactly the two of them would be doing when she got there. The thought alone made her skin warm with pleasure. She closed her eyes briefly so the dolls disgusting face didn't corrupt her thoughts.

Even as she thought of such pleasure Brittany couldn't force her mother's disapproval out of her mind. Angry at her mom for tainting her evening with Santana she put the doll on the table harder than she should have. It stood straight, not falling over. But as Brittany turned her back to it a piece of the chain fell off. Before she was out of the room the rest of the chain followed, pooling around the doll's wooden feet.