Disclaimer: I don't own the House of Anubis.
A/N: There is low thunder rumbling outside and my dog is barking at it. If the thunder gets any louder, I'm hiding under my bed. Anyway, I'm only writing because I thought it was a perfect background for writing a horror story - and I'm only afraid of thunder when it's really loud and accompanied by lightening.
3rd Person P.O.V:
The whole house was dark except for the flickering flames that came off candles that were placed randomly around the house. The elderly couple that owned the house had unpleasant smiles that somehow screamed evil. They crept up the stairs as quiet as a cat hunting its prey (and indeed they were cats hunting their prey). Not that they needed too, they had mixed sleeping pills into their guests drinks before they went to bed. They wouldn't wake up even if the house was falling down.
"Oh, can't we just have them now!" Martha hissed, although that wasn't her real name. Her real name was Lilith (Hebrew name meaning 'of the night'), she had been named after the all-powerful demon.
"No," John, or rather Dracul (Romanian name meaning 'devil') answered. "It is against the law."
"The law is silly," Lilith pouted at her husband, and literally partner in crime.
"The law is the law Lilith," Dracul answered. "It states that we cannot have the humans unless they are not brave enough to face their fears. We can have the cowards."
He turned away from her, indicating that the discussion was over.
"But we have already broken the law," she protested. "Luring them here. Frightening them, making them 'crash' and leaving them with no other options but to come here."
"That was not us," he said quietly. "That was Steven, I mean, Vritra (Hindi name meaning 'the enveloper')."
"What does it matter? We are still going to be sent down with him anyway." Lilith mumbled.
"No Lilith," he answered sternly. "We are not, because we have obeyed the law." She didn't answer back.
They tiptoed, ever so cautious - even though they had no need to be, and entered the girls room first. Lilith walked up to a sleeping Patricia and brushed her hair away from her neck as Dracul pulled a long syringe out of his pocket, full of a thick liquid that looked like metal. It glinted in the faint moonlight entering the room, and he looked down at the girls bare neck. He hoped that this one was a coward - even if she didn't seem like she was. She would be tasty.
He grinned manically, and stuck the syringe into her neck, pushed the top down and down until all the liquid was emptied into her blood system. She let out a small groan and went unnaturally still and quiet.
"Goodnight young one," he hissed."And let us hope that you don't wake up..."
A/N: Okay, I know that this one was really, really, really short but I had to make that the ending, it wouldn't have been as great otherwise. The thunder is still rumbling (much, much louder) but thankfully there is no rain nor lightening yet. I did my homework, as looked up names that I could use, and I thought that you might like the meanings (I hope you did).