A/N Thank you all for your reviews, favorites, and follows on this story! I love the fact that you all love the character interactions, and you are still guessing about who is who! Mwuahahahahaha!
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Trick or Treat
Lucinda watched the dark haired beauty move gracefully across the crowded room, going straight to the blonde girl dressed as some kind of unicorn, and drew her away from the young man with wheels on his chair. The witch watched as Santana lead the innocent girl into a darkened corner, and proceeded to kiss the girl intimately.
Interesting. In her day, these girls would have been burned at the stake for such a display. Times really had changed. The ends of her mouth curled up into an evil smile as she watched her indirect descendant sink fangs into the paler girl. Soon, the entire town of Lima would fall to her curse.
Revenge was such a sweet dish. Pulling her cloak more tightly around her, Lucinda moved among the crowd, searching for her next victim.
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"Wolfman Jack back at you with Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs!"
Owoooooooo!
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why, it's Little Red Riding Hood
Hey there Little Red Riding Hood
You sure are looking good
You're everything a big bad wolf could want
Listen to me
Little Red Riding Hood
I don't think little big girls should
Go walking in these spooky old woods alone
Kurt was too shocked to scream, and could only stare as the creature that had once been his cheer coach leaned in and inhaled his scent. And then, with a snarl, she launched herself at something over Kurt's head. He rolled to his stomach and pushed himself to his knees just in time to see the werewolf attack the large form of Azimio, whose zombie attire seemed just a little too real.
He didn't stop to think about it, though, as Blaine helped him to his feet and urged him back into the car. Fumbling with the keys, he started the engine, and pressing the button to put the roof back up, he speed away from the curb.
"We have to tell the police!" Kurt said, the shock wearing off.
"The police won't help us! They'll think we're just pranking them!"
"We have to tell them! We have to warn them!"
The other boy shrugged and sat back in his seat. "Fine, we'll go to the police, but I doubt they'll believe us!"
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The police didn't believe them. "Listen, you kids think that just because it's Halloween, you can hassle us cops," Chief Carlson barely even looked at the two boys as he moved back behind his desk, studying several files. "We've had reports of vampires, zombies, and werewolves, not to mention someone has vandalized the old cemetery, smashing headstones, digging up graves, even breaking open mausoleums. I don't have time for these pranks. So, unless you want to spend the rest of the night in a cell for filing a false claim, I suggest you leave now!"
Blaine glared at the older man. "Come on, Kurt. I told you the fuzz wouldn't help us!"
The police chief snorted. "Fuzz? Haven't heard that one in ages. Get out of here now, both of you!"
Back on the street, Kurt was becoming more and more agitated. "How can they not see what is happening? They can't think all those reports are pranks! And what do they mean, someone vandalized the cemetery? We were just there a couple hours ago!'
"What did you say?" Blaine asked, turning towards him sharply.
"I said they can't think all those reports are fake?"
"No, no, about the cemetery. What were you doing there?"
Kurt groaned in annoyance. "Puck decided to borrow Nathaniel Hummel's outfit from the museum, and convinced Santana to borrow Lucinda Lopez's dress. They drove to the cemetery to drop Santana off, she lives near there. They'd also taken an old box that belonged to Nathaniel, and when Finn knocked it to the ground, a false bottom popped off and an old scroll came out."
"Scroll? What did it look like? Did you read it?"
Kurt frowned. "It was just an old piece of parchment. Santana read it. Something about calling forth the demons of Hell, or something like that."
"'All the spirits of the underworld, all manor of demon, all manor of creature, all manor of dead...'"
Kurt looked at him in surprise. "You've heard it before!"
"Once, but that's not important. You don't know what your friend has done!"
"Yeah, well, I think I can guess! I mean, getting attacked by a werewolf isn't a daily occurrence!"
Blaine was pulling at his hair, freeing the curls from their gel prison in some areas. "That's only half of it! Did she read the entire scroll?"
"I don't know!" Kurt said, distracted momentarily by one particular curl that had slipped down Blaine's forehead. "I kind of freaked out and took the scroll from her."
Blaine groaned. "Long story short, your friend raised all the dead from the cemetery. Most of the dead are harmless, they just have unfinished business they want to take care of."
"Unfinished business? Like what?"
Blaine shrugged. "Some of them just want to pass on a message, or settle a debt. Some just want to let lose and have fun in a way they never could when alive. Others want to fall in love."
Kurt couldn't help noticing how sad the other boy sounded, but before he could comment, Blaine continued.
"But some of the dead want revenge, and to spread fear. But even those dead who aren't evil will fall under Lucinda's power, and submit to her will eventually tonight! And if we don't break the curse before midnight, everyone who has died tonight will rise from the dead, over and over, and everyone who has been touched by evil will become evil for eternity! End of the World!"
"Okay, first off, over dramatic much? And second, how do we break the curse?"
"We need the scroll, a candle, Nathaniel's ring, and a piece of bone from his crypt."
"Eww! Gross!" Kurt wrinkled his nose at the thought of breaking into his great great great uncle's crypt, but sighed in resignation. "The scroll is at my house. I have some candles there too. Puck has the ring. He's still at Rachel's party, I think."
The screeching of tires drew their attention as an older model Cadillac swerved around the corner at high speed. Kurt barely had time to register that the vehicle was rushing straight for them before Blaine was pulling him out of the way. The car scraped the side of the Bel Air as it swerved last minute, before crashing into a light post on the other side of the street.
"Oh Gaga, my dad is going to kill me!" Kurt cried, seeing the damage to the classic car. Angrily, he turned his attention to the other vehicle, fully expecting to see some drunk stagger from the wreckage. Instead he found Principle Figgins growling rabidly as he threw the car in reverse and drove away. The strange little man had obviously been affected by the curse, as blood and torn flesh were clearly visible as the car speed past them.
"We can worry about the car later, right now we need the ring and the scroll!" Blaine said.
Kurt turned and walked back towards the police station, but stopped next to a police cruiser with it's window left rolled down and reached in, pulling out a shotgun. "Fine, but we need to make one stop first."
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Santana stood next to Lucinda on the landing, watching as the newly turned vampires below sought out new victims.
"Modern girls dress and act so differently than when I was alive," the witch stated as they saw Tina sink real fangs into Mike. "Your friends are so forward with the males. It's rather refreshing."
"Is that why they called you a witch? Because you were so forward?" Santana asked lazily, eyes locked on Brittany, who was feeding on Finn.
The older woman laughed. "They called me a witch because I am a witch. I tried ensnaring Nathaniel Hummel with a love spell, but it didn't work. Apparently he was secretly in love with the blacksmith. He threatened to expose my powers if I told anyone about his forbidden relationship. I freely admit my jealousy may have gotten the better of me when I unleashed the curse."
"So, you did all this because the guy you liked was gay?" The Latina smirked.
"No, I did it because Nathaniel pretended to be interested in me to hide the fact that he was a lover of men."
"So he strung you along, but when he wouldn't commit to a relationship, you tried to put a spell on him?"
"Yes."
"I wonder if Kurt knows that Nathaniel was gay?"
"Kurt?"
"Kurt Hummel. He's Nathaniel's nephew, a few times removed. He's also gay."
Lucinda frowned at this news. "There are still Hummels living in Lima?"
"Just Kurt and his dad."
The witch cursed under her breath. "Only a Hummel can break the curse! Where is he?"
"He went home about an hour ago. The jocks were tormenting him."
"They must not be given the opportunity to stop us!" Lucinda moved quickly down the stairs and outside. Raising her arms towards the sky, the older woman began to chant, and then called out her command into the night wind. "Creatures of the night, I call upon you! Do my bidding! Seek out the Hummels, destroy them before they can destroy us!"
Several of the figures standing near her began to shuffle off into the shadows. Satisfied that her will would be done, she turned back into the house, smiling as music filled the air once more. She saw Santana in the middle of the dance floor, swaying seductively. And then the girl began to sing.
I'm hung up in a grave situation
The only thing I dig is got a bad reputation
Roll my eyes back inside my head
Spend my days asleep in pine box bed
Tonight's the night that you're forever mine
A little death will do you right 'til the end of time
Several of the youths present began to sing and dance along with the raven haired girl.
I'm dead you're dying, everybody should try it, get dead Sooner or later everybody gotta do it
Get high don't fight it, everybody gonna buy it get dead
So get the hang now and I'll walk you through it
Move real slow like you're on the moon
Just watch me close you'll get it soon
Cross on over to the other side
All your troubles will be over
So believe when I say now
Lucinda laughed and joined in the dancing, loving the freedom of this new era. I'm dead
You're dying
Everybody should try it
get dead
Get high don't fight it
Everybody gonna buy it
get dead
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The office of Carl Howell, DDS, was dark at this time of night, but the locked door hadn't been a barrier.
"Where did you learn to pick locks?" Blaine asked the pale boy.
Kurt shrugged as he searched the supply cabinets. "People often lock their keys in their cars, or call for a tow and forget to leave the keys for us to pick them up. I apprenticed with a locksmith a couple summers ago. Comes in handy now and then. Ah Ha!" He held up the jar of silver powder used for fillings.
The sound of a drill turning on startled both boys, who turned to see the once handsome dentist stalking them with the power tool. The grayish hue to his skin and deranged eyes were the only proof of the man's newly undead nature.
Both boys dodged the fledgling zombie and fled the building, jumping into the scarred Bel Air.
"We can use the welding torch at my dad's garage to melt the silver down to make pellets for the shotgun," Kurt said as they pulled out from the curb.
"We need to hurry, It's already almost nine." Kurt just nodded at the darker boy as he pulled up in front of Hummel's Tire and Lube. "We can just coat the pellets we have in the silver and reload them."
"Good idea. Do you know how to use an oxy/acetylene welder?"
"It's been a while, but if you get it lit, I think I can handle it."
"Great, you get the silver melted. I'm gonna grab a flashlight and some other things we may need!"
The taller boy got the welder set up, and left Blaine to it as he searched his dad's office for the spare flashlight, finding it in the filing cabinet under F. He then grabbed up a crow bar, and a pick ax that one of the guys working on the expansion had left behind. He loaded those items in the car and went back to check on Blaine. The other boy was just finishing loading the last shell.
"That was fast," Kurt commented.
The darker boy just shrugged. "My dad used to make me go hunting with him all the time. He believed that a good hunter should really know his equipment."
Kurt just nodded, hearing the bitterness in the other boy's voice. He wondered what kind of relationship Blaine had with his father. He turned back towards the entrance, and stopped. "Um, Blaine? That spell, it only raised the dead in the old cemetery, right?"
"Yes. At least to start with. Eventually the spell will spill out and raise all the dead in the area."
"Oh," Kurt said, and walked out to the car, stopping beside the passenger door, a watery smile on his face.
"Hi, mom. I've missed you so much!"
