WARNING: Blood, insanity, almost death. NO LIKEY, NO READY.
AU where everyone who dies in C vs. V is alive except V1 and Isabel.
Entry for 'Jealous Much?' Contest!
Disclaimer: I own nothing or I would be bringing people back from the grave.
"Hey, Dan?"
"Hmm?"
"Have you ever felt like something watching you? Like, something... dark."
"No, why? Are the geeks from summers past coming back to haunt you?"
"...shut up," Amy snapped at him, then muttered in a lower tone, "I guess it was just my imagination..."
It had been two weeks since the conversation with Amy. Dan still didn't get what she was talking about. Something dark? Seriously? That could be anything. And it was watching her? Yeah, no. The best thing Dan could come up with was the ghost of Vesper 1, which he didn't believe was true. After all, why would he come haunt them specifically? They weren't the only ones who caused his downfall, plenty of other Cahills and incompetent Vespers contributed to it too. So why would he haunt them? Dan shook his head. It made no sense.
Raising a hand, he knocked on the door to the Kabra mansion, two blocks from Attlebro, and stepped back down to the first step of the porch. It had been a habit ever since a period-induced Natalie had opened the door screaming about cheese looking like Justin Bieber while beaning him with a purple hairbrush in the eye. Not a great experience. Thankfully, it was Ian who answered the door this time.
"Hello Daniel, may I ask what is the reason you decided to visit us?" he asked. Dan glared at him.
"Okay, first, it's Dan and-SWEET NINJA LORD!" he screamed as he dived to the side as a hairbrush (a blue one this time) flew past his head. Followed immediately by it companion purple brush and a very unlucky shoe.
"GO AWAY YOU EVIL DEVIL!" Natalie screamed from inside. Ian threw a worried glance over his shoulder at his sister. A week beforehand, Natalie had been the victim of some very emotionally scarring pranks. Everyone had assumed it was Dan, which he had protested that it wasn't him, until it had moved to Reagan. Nobody, not even Natalie herself, knew who the mysterious prankster was. But that didn't stop her from blaming Dan.
"If you value your life, you will speak quickly," Ian hissed at Dan, pushing a violent Natalie behind him. "NOW."
"I was just coming over to see if you guys found the culprit yet," Dan grumbled, picking himself up from the ground. "But you obviously haven't."
"Go!" Ian yelled as another hairbrush (How many did she have?) flew past his shoulder. Dan need no other prompting as he rocket back to Attlebro.
"They still haven't found him," Dan groaned as he plopped down on the couch. Hamilton patted him on the shoulder which resulted in Dan being thrown on the floor.
"Opps, sorry little buddy," he said as he helped Dan back on the couch. "But it's okay, we'll catch this joker sooner or later."
"I'd rather it be sooner rather than later," Dan muttered, sinking into the couch. He hated being blamed for pranks, harmful pranks at that, that he didn't do.
"Well, don't worry, Amy said she's putting her plan into action tonight," Reagan piped up from the other side of the couch. That just made Dan groan even more.
"Oh right," he said mockingly. "The Plan."
The Plan was a last-ditch effort to single out the culprit. It was simple really.
1.) Use Reagan as bait to lure the culprit.
2.) Booby-trap her room.
3.) Sit and wait.
That's the best you could come up with Amy, really? I could've thought of something better. Dan's train of thought was interrupted by the opening of the door.
"Guys," Amy said. "It's time."
"Will it really be okay?" Reagan asked Amy. Amy nodded.
"Of course it will," Hamilton reassured her. "Besides, we'll be in the room the whole time." The words seemed to calm Reagan down as she laid back in her bed.
~Timeskip named Bob of 45 minutes later~
"Can I go to the bathroom?"
"Dan, you asked 5 minutes ago!"
"Yeah, well, I need to go now."
"You-just go."
"See ya," he said as he exited the room. He reappeared about five minutes later, sitting down on the couch. After a minute full of squirming, he opened his mouth to ask a question when screaming cut him off. The other were up in a flash, Amy disabling the traps as they went. When they reached the hallway, they finally saw their mistake. They had assumed the prankster was going after Reagan. They had forgotten about her twin sister, Madison.
"Madison, are you alright?" Hamilton and Reagan asked her at the same time. Madison nodded shakily but pointed to her room. (The Holts were staying over at Attlebro until the whole mess blew over.) Peering inside, everyone gasped at the sight. Clothes were yanked off hangers, pillows and curtains were ripped into shreds, and the worst part were the red spray painted words on the wall: STAY AWAY. The message was clear enough; whoever was doing these pranks wanted them out of there. Arnold, the Holts' pitbull, sat by Madison's now wrecked bed, wagging his tail up at them.
"That's weird," Reagan murmured, bending down to pet him. "Arnold would never let anyone into any of our rooms unless..."
"He knew them," Madison finished for her. The air grew heavier.
"Well, maybe someone bribed him with a steak," Dan joked, trying to lighten the mood. Before anyone could respond though, the door bell rang.
"I'll get it," Amy offered. A few minutes later, Amy returned with Jonah, Ian, and Natalie in tow. After a few subdued 'hellos' and various other greetings were exchanged, Amy got right to the point.
"There is a prankster among us," Amy said. "So far, he has done nothing except prank Natalie and Reagan, albeit harmful pranks. Now, though, he has gone onto threaten Madison. If that is not enough, he is one of us."
Silence descended upon the already depressed room. Once again, Dan became the ice breaker. "So... I'll go get some drinks? Right, I'm going."
As soon as Dan left, Ian stood up. "Be back in a moment," he said and walked out the door. Everyone was growing increasingly nervous, so it was no surprise when the lights shut off that several screamed. They sat like that for who knows how long, waiting for the lights to come back on. A sudden shriek ripped through the air that was cut off by a sudden 'thud.' The lights flickered back on and the remaining Cahills found that Jonah was gone. They anxiously padded out of the room, not looking forward to finding the source of the scream. Amy was in the lead when they rounded the corner, so she was the first to see the body.
The body was left on a lower level of the stairs, staring up at the higher one. Blood ran from a concussion on the head and began to pool around the body. The once pretty dress was stained red as the pool steadily grew bigger. The scars on the body's arms seemed to be paler than the already paling skin, evidence of the abuse of past wounds. The body's breath began to grow shallower and slower, dropping below normal levels. A scream finally tore its way from Amy's lips.
"SINEAD!"
No one would notice until later the note spelled in blood: YOU'RE NEXT.
How did you like it so far? The prankster is supposed to be the jealous person. But why he's jealous of the girls is something that I will explain next chapter. Hey, jealousy is not such a pretty thing! And don't worry, no one's dead... YET! (Jk, I probably won't kill anyone. :P) Anyways, TBC.