Author note: I don't own Count Cain: Godchild.

The most likely asked question: Why am I writing yet ANOTHER multi-chap fic when I'm behind on 'Time for Torture,' and 'Incarcerated,' as well as 'Warfare's End' and 'Wonderland?'

The reason: It popped into my head as soon as I realized I didn't really write a Halloween fic for Count Cain: Godchild. Sure, I did a Halloween Special for 'Time for Torture!' but that was really it. So, I wanted to create something downright creepy and gory (though not gory enough that it's going to be M-rated, 'cause I don't like writing that much gore).

How it came into being besides the reason above: The prompt of 'creepy hospital.' I think you get the idea.

Warning: Gore and violence (Though not graphically described gore), pairings (you can go ahead and start guessing), AU fic, and all of the characters in Godchild are probably quite different than what you're used to seeing them as. Especially some of the characters in the organization Delilah, particularly the Major Arcana.

Constructive Criticism would be great (hint hint: Seriously, please give me some constructive stuff so I can make this fic even better), and I hope you guys read, review and enjoy! Thanks!

What I don't hope for: For any of you to get nightmares...Let's hope that doesn't happen.

Madhouse Hospice

1. Meeting

Today seemed to be another typical day at the Madhouse Hospice.

There was work to do; a few surgeries needed to be done, making sure some of the hospital residents were clearly sane enough to get through the day, and...admininstrative work.

Owl found himself doing an awful lot of that administrative work. He grumbled a little as he sat at the desk, going through a pile of papers. Thank goodness it wasn't much for today, but sometimes the paper work could be three times as much as he had today.

Owl couldn't really do much, anyway. Sure, he could keep the patients occupied, but he couldn't really get himself to be a surgeon, or be the one administering medication (the last time he did, he messed up and some of the patients were quite kooky for the day). Hence him being stuck at the administrative desk.

He was so occupied with his paperwork, that he didn't notice someone was waiting for him until he heard the soft 'ding' of a bell being heard.

He looked up to see a little girl; long blonde hair and light blue eyes accompanied by a porcelain-skinned face. Just like a little doll.

"May I help you, Miss?" Owl asked, looking at her quietly through the dark sunglasses he almost always wore.

"Um...um..." The girl paused before she showed him a photo of a seventeen-year-old with dark black hair. "I'm looking for...Cain Hargreaves? I-I'm his sister...Maryweather..." She trailed off, seemingly intimidated. "Can you help me, please?"

"Ah, Cain Hargreaves? And you say you're his sister? Fascinating." Owl clicked his tongue a little bit, grinning. "One moment. I'll send someone to bring you to him." He pressed a button on the desk, and he spoke into the small microphone sticking out of the desk beside the button. "Can someone come over to the main desk, please? We have a visitor. Thank you."

As if on cue, a young woman appeared, her blonde hair tied back in a low bun, with a few strands of hair over her forehead neatly combed to the side. She wore a simple white dress went halfway past the knees, and she held a clipboard in hand.

"You said we had a visitor, Owl?" She asked quietly.

"Yes, Nurse Stanford." Owl spoke, gesturing to Maryweather. "This girl says she is Cain Hargreaves' sister. She would like to see him."

"Alright." Stanford turned to Maryweather, extending a hand towards her. "Come. I will lead you to him."

Maryweather took a deep breath before following. As Owl watched them leave, he smirked a bit.

He wondered how such a precious, innocent little girl like Maryweather would react when she met Cain Hargreaves...Certainly, this should be interesting.

"I believe he should be in the lower area here..." Nurse Stanford opened the door, and the two went down the stairs. As they approached a nearby door at the end of the stairs, the two heard a loud snarl, before someone was heard speaking.

"Dr. Hargreaves...Who...is he?"

"Oh, him. Heh, that's Cassandra. As part of your duties, Riffael, you will need to check on Cassandra at times, and of course my brother Jizabel will help if they are around. I just wonder...will Cassandra like you?"

"What!?"

The two burst into the door just to see some sort of-daresay-creature lunge at a man with short, silvery blue hair. Maryweather let out a scream of terror as the poor man was tackled to the ground. The two wrestled about on the ground for a bit, and the creature seemed to have the upper hand. The silvery-blue-haired man appeared to be struggling, and Maryweather just felt that she couldn't just stand by and let things go on.

"STOP IT!"

Everyone froze and stared at Maryweather, who just stared back, anything else she wanted to say dried up in her throat.

The creature let go of the man, before skittering towards Maryweather. She noted his appearance as he came nearer and as she did her best to back up, backing into a wall and unable to move any farther away. The creature-or man, whatever he was-had long, greasy brown hair, with piercing amber eyes filled with curiosity as he gazed at her. His hands were clawed, looking sharp enough to cut through metal, and his teeth also seemed razor sharp, like the fangs of a wolf.

He gently put a heavy hand on her right shoulder, leaning a bit closer to the point that her ear could feel his hot breath, and she heard him inhale deeply.

"I like her." The creature/man spoke, his deep, yet somewhat shallow voice spoke in ragged breaths. "I like her." It was then that she took note that some sort of appedage stuck out of his back. She was about to figure out what it was until-

"Get off the girl, Cassandra." Nurse Stanford's voice spoke a bit sharply. "Let go of her. Now."

The long-haired man (Cassandra) let go of Maryweather's shoulder, before crawling towards a young man with raven black hair and eyes of golden-green. "Cassandra, you say you like the girl?" He asked. Cassandra nodded. "What about Riffael?" Cassandra nodded, as the silvery-blue-haired man got up. "Good." He turned to Maryweather. "And...who might you be?" He asked, a little confused.

Maryweather found the courage to speak as he acknowledged her presence. "M-my name is Maryweather. You're Cain, right? I'm...your sister."

Cain's eyes seemed to widen in shock, and he staggered back slightly. "I thought I only had a brother..." He trailed off, before he took a deep breath. "Father never told me that I had a sister, too..."

"A brother?" Maryweather asked, confused. "Who?"

"That would be me." Everyone turned to see a man with long, silvery hair standing in the doorway. He glanced at Cassandra. "You haven't...done a thing to harm anyone unintentionally, have you, Cassandra?" He asked. Cassandra shook his head. "Good boy." He turned towards Maryweather. "And who might you be, little miss?"