BLOSSOM'S P.O.V
The streets were bathed in the glow of the streetlights as children scurried about from door to door. They were all dressed in costumes, princesses, fairies, goblins, and ghouls. They all came out on this all hollow's eve to strengthen their sweet tooth with the consumption of sweets.
Little did they know that this is also the one day of the year that all monsters, spirits, and creatures alike have their celebration. And that is precisely where my sisters and I are now heading, making our way past all the clueless trick-or-treaters and heading to the greatest celebration of the year.
"This is going to kick ass!" Buttercup said, already looking pumped for the party.
"Maybe you'll actually find a mate this year Buttercup!" Bubbles said enthusiastically
Buttercup scowled, "as if, it's been nothing but wimps and jerks for four years"
Bubbles giggled, and I just shook my head.
The all hollow's eve celebration was originally created as a way to make peace between the different monster races and encourage assimilation. Of course that plan has yet to work, and it's been nearly a thousand years since they started it.
There have been a few successes, like a distant cousin of ours getting married to a vamp, and considering that she's a Pisky that's very impressive. Normally supernaturals only come to this once a year event to party and drink to their hearts content or flirt with the opposite sex.
You don't often meet many supernaturals outside the ball, and finding a mate at the hollow's eve celebration is almost tradition at this point.
We've been going since we were 14, and still have yet to find anyone. Although it's great just to go, just like Buttercup said, it's sure to be a kick ass party.
"She's right though" I said "none of the guys that ever hit on us seem interested in mating for life, they just want one thing"
Buttercup nodded, "that's right, and I dare them to try it"
The fire blazing in her eyes said that she meant it, and I didn't doubt it. I've seen her torment those poor souls in so many horrifying ways that it almost seems cruel. But considering the stunts the males pull on us females during the ball a little aggressiveness is in order.
I snorted "Pigs, the lot of them"
"Well not all of them…" Bubbles said with a wistful look on her face, and we knew she was talking about Cody.
He was a werewolf whom we had met our first year at the ball. He seemed to have taken quite an interest in Bubbles, but they discovered after a while that they weren't cut out to be each other's soul mates.
Good thing too, I never liked him, but I might be a bit biased there considering the long and unpleasant history between vamps and weres.
After another ten minutes of walking we turned down an alley and made our way into the deepest bowels of the city. The alley opened onto Main Street, and we quickly made our way across the empty road and walked right through the gates of the graveyard across the street.
It was dead silent as we passed the bare trees and headstones, a sure sign that supernaturals were gathering nearby. We walked to the very back of the cemetery, where a small, tattered, wooden shack stood. There was a man guarding the door.
He was short and stout, with a grey beard and sideburns; he wore a dusty hat atop his head along with a wrinkled shirt and tie covered in stains. He didn't even look up as we approached, just kept his eyes on the paper he was reading, puffing the cigar between his lips.
I cleared my throat and he finally looked up, gaze lingering on my outfit for a moment before moving to my face. He put his paper on his knee and took the cigar out of his mouth, breathing out a cloud of smoke.
"What can I do ya fer missy?" he asked
"We're here for the party"
"Show's me some proof then"
I opened my mouth wide, revealing my fangs. He nodded and shifted in his seat to pull a lever on his right, the door to the small wooden shack swung open with an eerie creek. I nodded to him and started to go inside.
"Have yourselves a good time ladies" he called after us before the door swung shut, leaving us in darkness.
I took point, with Bubbles and Buttercup following right behind me. The shack was much bigger inside than it looked on the outside, and with my superior vampire vision it was easy to navigate. I led us across the room, to one of the stone coffins that were built into the floor.
With a small push the lid slid aside, and we all hopped in, closing the lid behind us. We were in the catacombs under the cemetery, and followed the route to the main room. We soon came to the familiar thick stone door that we had been searching for, as soon as we stopped in front of it a small slot opened and a single yellow eye stared back at us.
"Show me some proof" the deep voice rumbled before we even had a chance to say anything.
I sighed and showed him my fangs, then he gazed past me to Buttercup and Bubbles, waiting for their proof. Buttercup's eyes began to glow neon green as pitch black claws grew from her fingertips, she smiled, her mouth full of sharp teeth. Bubbles held up her hand, sparks raining from her fingertips.
The slot closed, and a few seconds later the door swung open. We all stepped inside, passing the hulking Cyclops, who only nodded at us as we went.
The room was packed with supernaturals of all shapes and sizes. Elvor, Fae, Shapeshifters, Witches, Warlocks, Wizards, Brownies, Centaurs, Merrow, zombies, there was no end to the many species that were gathered in this room.
All the women were dressed in revealing clothes, with layered makeup and too much perfume. While most of the men were in half formal half casual dress. It was just like a high school prom, just a lot more important.
Buttercup walked off in some random direction, and I didn't even bother to ask where she was going. She always preferred to do her own thing whenever we came here. Bubbles had also wondered off to go talk to an old friend she'd met up with.
That left me to fend for myself. I looked around, searching for someone to talk to when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and found an extremely hot guy standing in front of me.
His features were soft yet angular, a perfect blend of the two. He smiled, showing of his perfect white teeth. He had red hair and striking blood red orbs that shone under his long eyelashes. I felt my breath catch and had to remember how to breathe.
"Hello there" he said, deep voice seeming to make the words roll off his tongue like honey
"Hi" I replied, still too stunned to say anything more.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked, nodding his head at the dance floor.
I nodded, and he grasped my hand in his, leading me toward the dance floor.
P.O.V
My eyes roamed the room, moving across the bodies of the many women who had come in search of pleasure. They were all dressed in tight and revealing clothing, but none of them seemed to be what I was looking for.
My gaze strayed to the entrance and that's when I saw her. She was clothed in a red dress that came just above her knees with a low cut V neck that tied at the base of her neck. Her long red hair was left down, hanging down to her knees and her beautiful pink eyes searched the crowd.
Before I knew it I was strolling over to her, I tapped on her shoulder and she turned to face me. She had looked gorgeous from a distance but now, only a few feet away, she was breathtaking. I had to hold myself back from taking her right there; grabbing her and kissing her until her lips went numb, making her mine forever, that's what I wanted.
I smiled at the look of surprise on her face; she seemed to be studying me.
"Hello there" I said
"Hi" she answered, voice ringing as beautiful as her countenance
"Would you like to dance?" I asked, motioning to the dance floor.
She nodded, and I took her small hand in mine and began to lead her onto the dance floor.
Her hand was cool and looked so small placed in my own palm. I stroked her hand with my thumb, amazed at how soft her skin was. We made it to the dance floor and I pulled her to me, her dainty hands pressed against my chest while I wrapped my arms around her waist.
She stiffened at the sudden close proximity but did nothing to stop me. We moved lazily back and forth to the music, it was a slow song and all the couples had taken to the dance floor. We were surrounded by a sea of people, and yet I could only focus on her.
I took a deep whiff of her scent; it was rich and sweet, like freshly bloomed roses. I loved it. I could feel something nagging at the back of my mind, a warning of some sort, something I knew was important. But I just couldn't bring myself to focus on what it was; the only thing that my senses were trained on was the dazzling beauty in my arms.
BUBBLE'S P.O.V
I strolled around near the bar searching for someone to hang with. I had just left one of my friends with her mate and I was completely alone. A few guys had asked me to dance; one had even been bold enough to ask if I wanted to go to the cave with him (which basically means he wanted to sleep with me). I said no to every one of them.
I finally sat down at the bar table and sighed, leaning an elbow on the countertop and placing my head on my hand.
"What's wrong missy? Not having much fun?" the bartender asked, eyeing me as he polished one of the glass mugs and set it on the shelf behind him.
He was an Ogre, probably mixed with Troll or Goblin considering his size. He wore a white apron stained several different colors and camo pants that were tucked into the thick leather combat boots he wore.
"Not really" I answered
He gave me a small smile and slid a drink across the counter, "on the house"
I returned the smile, thanked him, and took a sip. I had never been one for any type of alcohol or wine, but I felt like trying it today. Although the second the thick musty scent burnt my nostrils and nearly made me gag, I decided that one sip was enough.
"Hey"
I turned and found that a guy had taken a seat next to me, he had golden blonde hair and deep ocean blue eyes, skin a perfect golden-brown color. His smile was so dazzling it could eclipse the sun, and the grin that he shot me cut two adorable dimples in his cheeks.
"What's your name?" he suddenly asked, snapping me out of my intense study of his physical appearance.
"O-oh, Bubbles"
"That's a cute name"
I felt my cheeks color slightly at the compliment.
"Hey bar tender" he addressed the Ogre
"Yea?"
"I'd like a bottle of Sam Adams if you please"
The Ogre smiled, "drinking light today aren't you bud"
He slid the drink across the counter and the guy caught it, still smiling at the Ogre.
"Sorry, not much of a drinker"
The Ogre flashed him another grin before going back to serving the pair of were's that were sitting a few seats down.
With his drink in hand the guy turned back to me, still flashing that sunshine smile. I almost felt my heart stop.
"So Bubbles, why don't you tell me a bit about yourself"
"What do you want to know?" I asked
He thought about that for a second, "Favorite color, favorite band, family, friends, Types of movies you like, books you like, favorite food"
I laughed, "That's a lot of info"
He shrugged "I'm interested"
"How about we play 20 questions then, it'll make it easier"
He nodded "sure, I'll go first"
He paused, as if trying to think of a good question "okay what's a pretty girl like you doing sitting here by yourself?"
I flushed slightly at the comment but managed to answer: "I came with my sisters but we usually go our separate ways, and there's no one I know around so…I'm on my own for a bit I guess"
He nodded, "but haven't there been some guys you could hang with? I'm sure that someone must have asked you to dance"
"Sorry, one question per turn. You'll have to wait for the answer to that one" I smiled as I spoke feeling some of the tension and nerves I had been feeling before slip away in the lightheartedness of the conversation.
"Whoops, my bad, I guess it's your turn then" he said, motioning for me to go on.
"Okay then, what about you, you don't look like the kind of guy who's alone very often"
His smile seemed to grow bigger at that comment, "same reason as you, me and my bro's came here and went our separate ways. I don't know anyone, so I decided to try talking to you since you seemed to need the company and all"
"Well thank you" I said
"You're welcome, okay on to my next question"
BUTTERCUP'S P.O.V
I leaned against the far wall of the room, chugging a beer with my pals Sarah and Lilith. I had tracked them down near the bar flirting with a couple of vampires, although when one of the vamps grabbed Sarah's ass he got a nice right hook to the jaw.
We had grabbed a couple drinks and retreated to one of the far corners, away from the flashing lights of the dance floor.
"Ugh, those perverted blood suckers" Sarah groaned, taking another swig of her liquor.
"I know, they were hot too. If he had waited until later we really could have had a fun night" Lilith whined.
Both Lilith and Sarah are hookers; they're the go to gals when a guy wants to have a fun night. It benefits them well enough considering that they're succubus's and basically live for sex, but if you try to touch them before they give you permission you get your ass handed to you in a garbage disposal bag.
I shrugged, "at least find a good guy to go with, those dude's weren't that great"
"Are you kidding? They were smoking! Just imagining having sex with one of those stud muffins nearly makes me faint" Lilith said, eyes already turning a brighter shade of gold.
Both Sarah and I looked at her like she'd lost her mind "'stud muffins'? Where the hell did you get that from?" Sarah asked.
Lilith shrugged, "my mom, she was talking with one of her friends about a human she saw at her workplace"
I rolled my eyes "that's old people talk Lilith, at least talk in 21st century slang"
Lilith shrugged and returned to her drink, finishing it off with one quick chug. She sighed as she removed the bottle from her cherry red lips and tossed it over her shoulder, not caring where it landed.
"Careful ladies, you could hurt someone"
We all turned to see the same vampires from before sauntering toward us, they had brought another five friends and they were all grinning wolfishly as they eyed us.
Sarah huffed and put her hands on her hips "what do you blood suckers want?"
The guy that had tried to grope her before stepped closer, face hovering nearly an inch from hers. Sarah didn't even flinch, just stood her ground, chin raised defiantly as she glared up at the vamp.
"I want you, even if you did deny me before, if you do a good job it can be overlooked"
He spoke like she didn't have a choice and I was just about to step in when two of the other guys blocked my path. They both grinned, eyes unshamefully roaming up and down my body, stopping briefly on my slightly revealed cleavage visible from behind my tube top's sweetheart neckline.
"Got something to say?" I asked
One of the guys stepped closer and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him. He leaned his head down closer to mine and I could smell alcohol on his breath.
"Yea, you look tasty"
He ran his tongue over his protruding fangs but kept his eyes on my chest.
I was just about to knock that lusty grin off his face when he was suddenly yanked back. I blinked and a second later the guy was on the ground. All his buddies stared open mouthed at him lying, unconscious, on the floor.
Then someone cleared their throat. We all turned to see a very, very hot looking guy standing over the body of the unconscious vamp. His grin was satisfied and self-confident, like the cat that'd gotten the canary.
He tisk-tisked at the vamps, "now, is that any way to treat a lady fella's?"
The vamps finally snapped out of their stupor, fangs protruding past their bottom lips, eyes glowing bright red.
"Bastard!" one of them yelled, launching himself at the man.
The vamp crossed the space in seconds but wasn't fast enough to dodge the right hook that the guy threw right into his face. The vamp flew across the room, through a few tables, and finally smashing into the brick wall so hard that he left an imprint.
The mystery man cracked his knuckles, smiling gleefully as if he was actually enjoying the fight. I felt a grin pull at my lips, I liked this guy's style. I turned to the guy standing closest to me, who was too focused on the action to notice me, until my leg connected with his gut. He doubled over in pain, clutching his injured stomach.
I turned to one of his pals and punched him in the jaw. His feet left the ground at the force of the blow, and within seconds he was sprawled across the ground at the feet of his remaining friends. They looked really pissed off now, and the three remaining guys came at me in a blur of super speed.
Before I could react the mystery man was standing in front of me, dropping gracefully to his feet from the mid-air kick that he had delivered to the three vamps, sending them flying across the room.
He was standing only a few inches from me now, and I was able to get a closer look at him. He had short jet black hair and forest green eyes, his skin was pale and I could make out well defined muscles beneath his leather jacket and jeans. He was still grinning, and he seemed to be enjoying our closeness as much as I was.
Just when I was wondering if he was going to try to touch me, Lilith and Sarah appeared, latching onto both his forearms.
"Oh, thank you soooooo much for saving us from those awful men!" Lilith said, clinging to his arm in feigned fright.
"We w-were so s-scared!" Sarah said, doing a much better job of acting.
I rolled my eyes, remembering her looking ready to crack her beer bottle over that leach vampires thick skull.
They're succubus's with attitude; if they'd wanted to they could have fought back. I don't know if they were just waiting for the vamps to make the first move or just wanted to avoid a scene. I glanced at all the shattered tables and broken glasses that surrounded us, well too late now.
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink" I said to the guy, surprised at my desire to thank him rather than bite his head off for interfering in a fight I could have easily handled.
He followed, the grin seeming to widen as we all took seats at the very end of the bar counter, far away from the music and lights.
"What can I get you?" the woman behind the counter asked, eyes glowing blue in the darkness, signifying that she must be some type of Fae.
The guy did even hesitate; he ordered a bottle of vodka from the top shelf. The woman stood on a small stool to fetch it while I counted out the bills. It cost me 40 bucks, and the guy had already downed half the bottle by the time I handed the money to the Fae.
"Heavy drinker?" I asked after he finished the whole thing with a satisfying sigh and a burp.
"Damn straight" he answered, shooting me another grin.
"Mornings must be a bitch for you" I said
He shrugged "high metabolism, stuff doesn't even affect me" he waved the bottle in the air as if emphasizing his point.
That would make him either a werewolf, or Demon. Ogre's could hold down liquor but didn't have a high enough metabolism to survive more than 3 bottles of vodka. Goblins weren't even an option, they'd be good and drunk after the first half of the bottle was gone.
He sure as hell doesn't look like an Ogre, and seems to be the type to down more than 3 bottles in a sitting.
"So, that makes you either a were or a Demon" I said, shooting him a grin of my own.
"Whoa, little miss detective huh? Well your right there, I'm one of the two, care to guess which?"
He ordered another bottle of vodka and leaned an elbow on the counter, staring at me, waiting for a response.
"Demon" I said without any hesitation.
A look of surprise crossed over his face for a second, before his usual playful countenance took over his expression.
"Dead on the mark, I have to ask how you knew though, not many people guess right on the first try"
I smirked, "well, even if a wolf's metabolism is high, only a Demon could whip a vamps ass like that. And they would have reacted a lot differently had you been a wolf. We all know how great the relationship between vamps and weres is"
I rolled my eyes as I spoke the last sentence, then called to the waitress and told her to grab me a beer. The faded pink dress that she was wearing swishing around her knees as she grabbed a bottle and tossed it to me. I easily caught it, popped the top off, and took a long gulp.
"So, you're a Demon too" he said, grinning wider now.
I blinked, a bit surprised, "how'd you guess?" I asked, regaining my calm composure and flashing him a smile.
"Demons know other Demons, and the way you fight how could you be anything else?"
He had a point there; Demons were known to be pretty badass.
"What's your name?" I asked, genuinely curious
He smirked wide and proud, sitting up straighter as he answered: "Butch"
I smiled, "nice to meet you Butch, the name's Buttercup"
Me: Okay people this is my tribute to All Hollow's Eve (AKA Halloween), and I will continue with this story until October 31st. I love this Fic already and I hope that you do too, please comment and tell me if it was good or not.
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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
TheCastorbean