So like I said I wouldn't publish anything but this came around and seeing as it's halloween... Well, let's just say it's spook-tastic- Wait. That was Lame. Sorry, that was such a fail . -Fernomina
The Mask
Cereal-Killa
DJ felt his breath hitch.
A murderer?
It seemed like only yesterday…
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"Come on, DJ." His momma gave him a pat on the rear end, pushing him forward. "Your brothers are gonna protect you."
Devon Joseph wasn't that sure about that, though. Even at age six, dressed as a lion, he knew that the last thing on his older brothers' mind was anything that had to do with protecting.
Derek hissed at him, or rather spat, seeing how his fake plastic teeth kept his from speaking correctly. "Yes, DJ," He said, trying to take on the Transylvanian accent all vampires had to speak in (apparently). "We will watch over you, make sure that there is no… bloodshed."
DJ felt the need to sigh in annoyance at that one. All Derek had been doing all night was delivering the LAMEST jokes, ones that they tried to pull off the back of cereal boxes and kid's joke books. And Derek was seven. Shouldn't he have known a few good vampire quirks that didn't relate to blood?
Damon smiled at him. At age nine, he towered over DJ in his star wars costume. But that was OK. Damon was a good guy. "Trust me, little dude. You got nothing to worry about."
DJ's momma pushed him into Damon. "Now go on, get! I've got candy to give out to little people!" By little people, DJ assumed she meant kids, but then again, his mother did seem to have a thing for midgets.
"Yes, we should be a-going!" Derek continued in his accent. "Before the moon comes out and I have to suck all of your blood, DJ!" He ran over to DJ, grabbing his neck lightly, pretending to sink his teeth in. DJ let out a high pitched scream, omitting stares from around the street.
"Derek, don't be an ass." Damon grabbed DJ away from him, scooping him up and letting him sit on his shoulder. "And besides, it's not vampires that do that. It's werewolves."
Derek lost his accent for a second. "Gosh, you ruin everything, Damon!"
DJ just laughed at Derek.
After a few houses and about half a bucket of candy, they decided it's be cool to venture out to other neighborhoods. Or at least Derek did.
"Come on, guys!" He moaned, his body in full begging mode. "We have to! It's like, lame here, like, like, like we need to go somewhere with more candy!"
"Like, how about no?" Damon scoffed, rolling his eyes. He set DJ down on the ground again. "We're not leaving our neighborhood, Derek."
"Yeah!" DJ said, sticking out his tongue.
They walked on, but DJ could have sworn he heard Derek mutter, "We'll see…"
As they finished their trick-or-treating, they got back home and hopped into bed, DJ tasting dum-dum suckers on his tongue the whole time.
He stirred in his sleep when he felt something tickling his foot. "That tickles…" He mused, opening an eye to see what it was.
He felt himself scream when he saw a large hockey mask pulling his leg.
He heard bustling downstairs, his door slamming open, his mother yelling at the top of her lungs. "DEREK!"
Derek laughed from behind the hockey mask, lifting it up and throwing it at DJ. "You were so scared, you big baby!"
Big baby…
Big baby…
Baby…
DJ was snapped back to the present as Heather yelled at him for being in the girls bathroom. But all he saw was that mask, that mask, that terrible mask…
He screamed and ran for his life.
A/N: Sorry it took too long to get this out, but think of it as a Halloween special, lovies. :)
:D Thanks for reading!