The Night Where It All Started
Description: A Pokémon fanfic – Halloween style!
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon! There enough said.
Rating: T plus mature subject matter
Note: thoughts *Pokémon Translation*
Ages: Ash:19 Misty:19 Brock:21
Part 3
Misty woke up with a ginormous headache. "Ugh, my head."
As Misty was holding her head to get up, she noticed that she awoke on the living room couch. "Huh? How did I end up here?"
She then suddenly remembered what happened last night. She remembered all of it.
Oh my god. I can't believe all of this is my damn fault. If I hadn't looked into that stupid mirror, then... Tracey wouldn't have been a werewolf, Mrs. Ketchum wouldn't have been a fairy, Gary wouldn't have been a wizard, Brock wouldn't have been a weird mad scientist, and Ash... wouldn't have been a vampire. No wonder I have a headache.
She looked towards the clock mounted above the living room TV, and noticed it was noon. "No, not again."
"What again?"
Misty sharply looked behind her, after Brock The Mad Scientist, scared the bejeezus out of her. "Brock, don't do that."
"Sorry."
As Brock went to the kitchen, Misty followed him, just to see if last night was only a nightmare.
"So, you okay? You seem worried." Brock asked her, as he searched the fridge for something.
"Um Brock, are you, well... you again?"
Brock closed the fridge, and looked curiously at her. "I don't know, you tell me. Or maybe, you should ask Ash... since he's still asleep upstairs."
Misty was generally surprised. "Wait, Ash is still asleep? At noon?"
Brock shrugged. "Well, I guess that's what being a creature of the night makes you do."
Oh no, last night was real. But it seemed more like a dream or a nightmare.
"Hey if you want to talk, then we can talk Misty."
Misty just looked at Brock. "Um, how is Mrs. Ketchum?"
"She is also asleep."
Misty shook her head. "Brock, what are we gonna do?"
Brock looked at her as if he was examining a subject in the lab. "Well, first we have to do something about your wound, Misty."
Misty was confused. "My wound?"
"Here, look for yourself." Brock brought out a pocket mirror for her.
"Sorry, but I'm going to try to stay away from mirrors for a while, Brock."
Brock looked at her questioningly, shrugged, placed the mirror back in his jean pocket, and stepped closer to Misty. When he reached her, he just shook his head with a smile, after looking at her wound.
"Huh, looks like he got to you last night, which explains a lot."
As Brock was laughing, Misty was getting angrier by the minute. She didn't know what Brock was talking about, and she was getting annoyed by the fact that Brock, won't tell her what kind of injury she had in the first place.
"Brock, what are you talking about?"
Brock shook his head and sighed. "Misty, you have two puncture marks on your neck. It looks like something bit you."
"But Brock, nothing bit..."
She remembered what happened between her and Ash, when Ash came home for the first time as a legit vamp. She shivered at the memory.
"Misty, what exactly happened last night?"
Misty shook her head out of frustration and fear. She was frustrated at herself because she was helpless against Ash, when she is usually the one that beats him up with a mallet. But she was afraid for Ash. She remembered the person that Ash became last night. It was like he was possessed by something or someone else. The only time when she recognized Ash as himself, was when she was afraid of him. It was that fear that brought out the real Ash, but he was gone the instant the vamp in him heard her rapid heartbeat. But she couldn't face this on her own, she needed help, she needed someone with brains. And Brock was the right guy for the job. Not because he was naturally smart apart from what he became, as The Mad Scientist, it was his resourcefulness and know-how that she really needed. So she told him exactly what happened.
"Oh, wow. That doesn't sound like Ash at all. Especially the part calling you beautiful."
Misty frowned at Brock, but she knew that Brock was right. "Brock, I think Ash is possessed. Since he turned into a vamp last night because of that weird light, probably some kind of, I don't know, some kind of evil force got an opening or weakness in Ash, when he began to change into a real vamp."
Misty was on the verge of tears, but she wouldn't dare to let them spill.
"I think you're on to something Misty. And that would explain his behavior towards you, and it definitely explains why he couldn't be found last night. You did say that he had blood on his lips when he got home, right?"
Misty couldn't respond since she was still fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, so instead she nodded.
"We need to talk to anyone else that Ash knows well, and who were affected last night."
Misty suddenly remembered Gary's visit, right before Brock showed up last night. "Gary came by last night looking for Ash."
It was Brock's turn to be surprised. "Why didn't you say anything?"
Misty gave him a look. "Maybe because I was too distracted by everyone else becoming real life versions of their Halloween costumes to remember, Brock.
"Good point. But do you know what he turned into?"
"Yeah, at first he looked normal. But then he made Pikachu float to my arms by just looking at him. He said he became a modern wizard without that classical pointy hat."
"Huh, that doesn't sound so bad though."
"Yeah, that's what I said. But he said that he can make people or things appear before him when he's thinking about them. And it won't matter where he is too."
Brock blinked like he was trying to hold back a laugh. "Kinda like, if he's in the bathroom doing his business, then he thinks about a hot girl and magically she appears in front of him?"
Misty narrowed her eyes at Brock, and shook her head. "Brock you never change. But yeah, I guess that's the general idea."
Brock laughed for a few moments, then he stopped like he just thought of something. "You know, I wonder what happened to Professor Oak and Tracey."
Misty suddenly remembered her encounter with Tracey, just right after she looked into that weird mirror in the forest with Pikachu. But it wasn't technically right after. Misty and Pikachu had this weird time jump from the blinding light that came from the weird mirror. Basically when Misty looked into the mirror, it was about lunch time. But after the light, the mirror was gone, and it was 9pm.
"I saw Tracey last night, Brock. It wasn't good."
Brock's eyes went huge with concern, for her and Tracey. "Wait, you're saying that Tracey came here last night?"
Misty shook her head. She didn't know how to explain it to Brock that she was outside the whole day, until she found Tracey in his werewolf form.
"No Brock, I saw Tracey outside around nine in the evening. But he wasn't himself. He turned into a werewolf, because he was dressed as one for last night. But when the moonlight shined on him, he went all wolf on me, and practically almost killed me last night. That's when I ran in here for safety and found Mrs. Ketchum as an actual fairy."
When Misty looked at Brock, she could practically see the wheels turning in his head. "That's not good at all, Misty. And obviously last night's events weren't only for last night. Those of us who decided to dress up for Halloween, well... we are now stuck in the lifestyle that we practically chose for ourselves last night. And the only people, who are still themselves, are the ones that opted not to dress up. That is, if you're not the only one Misty."
This time Misty practically felt like crying right there in front of Brock. But she couldn't. If she did, he would question her why she was crying. Then she would tell him that it was all her fault that everyone turned into their Halloween costumes since she practically made it happen. She remembered what Pikachu told her about the inscription above the mirror. Pikachu said that it was something about her deepest desires. Then she remembered herself daydreaming about Ash being a vamp in Ash's washroom, after the fight that she Ash and Brock had, the night before. And it was right after her daydream that her reflection in the mirror winked at her. It was like her reflection made her daydream into reality. And because of that, everybody else had to pay for her selfish thinking. It was just simply unfair.
Misty shook her head. "I have to talk to Ash."
Brock's eyes went huge in surprise. "I don't think that's a good idea right now. And since because we don't know how much he can control himself when he's around you, since your pure human and all. Misty, it would be a big risk of you to visit him right now."
Misty simply didn't care about that. She just had to see him even if was dangerous or not. "I don't care I have to see him, I'll see you later Brock."
Just like that, Misty left Brock. He was watching her climb the stairs to the bedrooms, but he didn't follow her. Right before Misty came inside Ash's room, she breathed in, straightened up her shoulders and braced herself. She knocked on the door.
"C'mon on in Mist, I won't bite." She heard him chuckle in his room, while Pikachu told him to shut up.
How did he know it was me?
As Misty slowly opened the door, she was taken by surprise from the atmosphere in the room. The moment she opened the door it was completely dark in the room. The windows were all covered and bordered up, the only light that was in his room, was the light coming from the opened door.
"Do you mind? The light is kinda giving me a headache." Ash said somewhere in the room.
"Yeah but, then I won't be able to see a thing, Ash."
Ash chuckled again. "So you're afraid of bumping into something, rather than being afraid that I might bite you again?"
He's messing with me. Well, I won't let him get to me. Not like that.
Misty chuckled to herself. "I'm not afraid of you Ash. And besides I like the light, it keeps things friendly."
This time Ash didn't laugh. When he spoke there was only ice in his voice. "Well I don't."
Then suddenly, everything happened way too fast for Misty. She was picked up by an unseen force in the room, with her mouth blocked so she couldn't scream. The door was slammed shut, and she was lying down on a bed, all in one motion that only took mere seconds to finish.
"I will let go of your mouth, if you promise not to yell and scream. Basically being a good girl. Promise?"
Misty never liked being bossed around like that. But in this case, she had no other choice. She wanted to get some answers from him, vampire or no vampire. So she nodded.
"Okay, I'm keeping your word for it." He let go of her mouth so she could breathe.
Misty blinked to try to adjust her eyesight to the darkness, but it was way too dark to see a thing. "Ash, I honestly can't see anything."
She felt something moving beside her on the bed. Her instincts told her to scream and get off the bed as soon as possible. Her reason told her it was just Ash moving around, not something to be scared of and run from. She listened to reason.
Then in mere moments, a bedside lamp was turned on, letting enough light to shine to see enough of what the darkness was hiding. It wasn't bright, but it was bright enough to see who was beside her.
She then found Ash sitting beside her on the bed, facing Pikachu who was sitting on the desk opposite of the bed.
"Ash... I'm so sorry for all of this."
He looked away from her, eyes full of hurt. "I know everything that happened. Pikachu told me everything from the Willow tree, to what happened in the living room before I came."
Misty didn't know what to say.
"And I know what you and Brock were just talking about downstairs."
This time there was a big question mark on Misty's face. Ash looked at her sideways and chuckled at her expression, then he looked away.
"I heard you guys talking."
"Wait, you heard us talking from all the way up here with the door closed?"
Ash chuckled again and then turned fully towards her. His eyes were so intense that Misty couldn't look away from them, no matter how much she tried.
"I can see through the darkness as if it was daylight. I can hear every little sound in this house, and what's going on outside."
He then placed his hand that was closest to her, just right above her heart. "I can hear your heartbeat increasing, as if I'm making you nervous."
He chuckled and then he traced his hand down to the palm of her hand, making her shiver. "I can feel your pulse race. I can feel every little pump that your human heart makes, in the palm of your hand."
Misty was utterly at a loss of words as she felt every little movement that Ash did, and she couldn't say or do anything. It was like he was putting her under his spell, and she didn't even mind at all.
"I can smell everything, from the dinner that Brock is cooking downstairs... to the scent of you and your rich blood."
Ash was leaning closer towards her, as if he was about to bite her again. Misty didn't even fight him at all. She just simply couldn't. But thankfully, Pikachu sent a small zap of electricity towards Ash, snapping him out of whatever trance he was in.
Misty mouthed a "thank you" towards Pikachu. Pikachu smiled back at her. "Pikapi, chu Pikachupi chu Pikachu! *Ash, you promised you would control yourself around Misty!*
"I know, and thanks for backing me up, buddy. I just couldn't help myself."
Misty felt an incredible amount of relief that washed through her entire body. Ash sensed it and smiled at her, without saying anything.
"Pikapi, chu Pikachu cha Pikachupi. *Ash, then you better learn how to, for Misty's sake.*
Ash looked from Pikachu, then to Misty, and nodded. "I know. And I will. I really don't want to put her into any sort of danger."
And by danger, he means either turning me into a vamp or draining me. Great.
"So Mist, you came here to talk to me no doubt. So what do you wanna talk about?"
Misty gave him the biggest look she can. "Oh you mean to talk to you about the danger that you're putting yourself in, as well as others around you? Or the fact that the entire Town of Pallet has been put under a weird spell, that turned them into live reincarnations of their costumes?"
Ash looked at her for a moment, and then broke into laughter. When he collected himself, he gave Misty the biggest smile he could master.
"How about both?"
