Scott and Gabriel were getting ready for bed, but Scott stopped and stood at his bedside, staring down at the nightmare harboring rectangle.
"Afraid to go to sleep?" Gabriel asked.
Scott replied with a weak, "Yeah."
Gabriel hopped down next to Scott. "My Abuela taught me how to stop my nightmares when I was a kid."
Scott turned to Gabriel. "How do you do that?"
Gabriel locked eyes with Scott, aggressively grabbed his arms, and said, "You take control of them; take them by the horns like you would a bull, Scott. Think you can do that?"
Scott grinned. "Oh yeah."
"Good. Now, maybe we'll both finally get a good nights sleep." Gabriel climbed up to his bed.
Scott turned off his lamp, the last bit of light in the room, and went to sleep.
In his dream, he shifted into his wolf form, trotted into Emma's home and went into her room.
She was lying in her bed, on her back, fast asleep.
Scott went to the foot of her bed and gently jumped onto it, and skulked over her. He began to growl until he saw her shift a bit, and then he went back to his human form. He roughly grabbed her arms.
She woke up to his eyes glowing red. "Scott?"
He pushed his lips against hers and the two began to make-out. His hands caressed her body slowly and swiftly stripped her of her clothes.
His dream had officially went from a potential nightmare to a fantasy.
Scott woke up after the dreams climax and became disgruntled. "You gotta be kidding me," he practically growled, and then rushed to the bathroom.
Gabriel woke up to the bathroom door closing. "Scott, did it not work?" He groggily sat up.
"No, it worked."
"Then why are you in the bathroom?"
Agitated, Scott told him to not worry about it.
"Okay." Gabriel lied back down to sleep. "Wait!" He shot back up, fully awake, realizing the situation. Gabriel tried to fight his laughter so he could taunt Scott, but once he climbed off his bunk and reached the floor, he laughed hysterically until he cried and choked on his own spit, calling the night 'The Best Night Ever'.
The next day, Emma was at work and saw Troy coming inside.
"Hi!" Emma enthusiastically greeted.
Troy smiled. "Hello, Emma." He came to the pick-up counter and told her that he had something for her. He then pulled his laptop from his backpack.
Emma grinned from ear-to-ear. "Is that what I think it is?"
He opened his laptop and proudly said, "Your pictures."
The photos from their shoot were already on display when the laptop was opened and Troy started the slideshow for Emma.
Emma marveled at the lovely photos, never realizing her true beauty until seeing Troy's work. "Wow. These are stunning."
Troy chuckled. "Well, as a photographer, I have come to realize that a photo is only as beautiful as the thing or person that it is capturing."
Emma decided to tease Troy. "Thank you for the compliment, but you're a bit older than I am, Troy."
"Oh, hush", Troy gently pushed her, "you know that's not what I mean."
Emma giggled. "I know." She bit her bottom lip, wanting to ask something.
Troy saw this after closing out the slideshow. "Something wrong?"
"Can I get some of these developed for myself?"
"Sure!" Troy pulled up the photoshoot folder. "Which ones?"
Emma picked out three photos and Troy guaranteed to develop them as soon as possible for her.
That night, Red scoped out Robert's home from his vehicle, watching…waiting.
He hears something hit his passenger side window, turns and sees Ghost Face.
"What the hell?" Red grabs a pistol, aims it at the killer, and Ghost Face runs off into the dark.
Red sees the figure run to the woods. He turns back to see Roberts still in his home.
"Taking one down will make this easier," Red tells himself. He then grabs a sniper rifle and treks towards the killers direction.
Once in the thickness of the woods, Red turns on the red laser on his rifle, plants his back against a tree and listens carefully.
"I know you're on the other side of this tree," Red says to Ghost Face. "If you move, I'll hear the leafs crunch under your feet and as you will mine."
Ghost Face threw their knife against a tree to their left, Red's right, distracting him, and ran to the other side. They grabbed Red's sniper rifle and the two struggled until Red hit the attacker's temple with the rifle's stock.
When Ghost Face hit the ground, Red went to aim at them, but Father Death struck the back of Red's head with a hammer.
Red fell to the ground, dropping his weapon. Still conscious, he put himself on his back so he could point the rifle at Father Death once it was back in his grasp, but the hammer wielding murderer planted their foot on his hand.
Father Death knelt down, caught Red's fist, and hit him in the face with the hammer.
First his nose, making his eyes water, his nostrils fill with blood, and breaking the bridge. Then his forehead, to further disorientate him.
Father Death continued to assault Red's face with the hammer. The blows became harder and harder, crushing and splintering the bones in the face of the Argent's skull.
Blood flooded Red's mouth as his teeth were knocked out and his gums bashed with the metal head of the weapon.
The shattered pieces of skull descended away from the skin and each progressive hit turned from a hard crack to a seemingly soft thud.
At this point, Red was already dead, but…Father Death continued as the thuds became sickening squelches from the deluge of blood in and out of his face, squirting and pouring from the new and old orifices.
Once finished, Red's face was unrecognizable as human…