Wulfie-Chann: Oh my gosh, guys! It's finally coming to an end! I'm sorry I didn't update this sooner. I put this off for a bit, for reasons of coursee~ (Though I was unsure with how to write BC's Pov...) Cx

I hope you all enjoyed this small story (Even though it's no longer Halloween anymore… xD)! I enjoyed writing this myself and seeing all those positive reviews! I love you guys right back! ;v;

Also, at the end of writing Bubbles' Pov, I had immediately gotten more ideas for an ending; since I wasn't entirely satisfied with just the one I had up to that point. SO, ultimately, I decided that each girl's Pov will have a different ending to it. Because this is supposed to be horror story. Right? So I can't just end up putting something nice, sweet and fluffy at the end, you know what I'm saying? That'll just take away the whole meaning of writing this!

Okai, now that I have that out of the way, I hope you all like my ending idea(s)! This is gunna be a LOOONG chapter! (Especially Blossom's…I got carried away…) C;

ALSO. I really do not want to make this M-Rated, so I hope all of you up to this point will not be rude and flame and whatnot! It's not too mature and hopefully all of you aren't mindless little kidbits. This warning is mostly only for towards the end of Blossom's Pov and there is mild gore along with a few suggesting words. THANKS~

~ Bubbles' Pov ~

I looked over at the blonde boy next to me. My anger within started to flare once more when I looked at his face. That same happy and smiling face I seen after nine months in a dreamless slumber. When I had woken up and seen his bright face I had immediately screamed. Who wouldn't? After all, he had plunged a knife into my torso the last time I had seen him.

When I began yelling at him, tears streaming down my face, he had looked shocked; like he didn't expect this kind of reaction from the girl he had killed.

To my surprise, I had ignored him for a few weeks. When he came along to try to apologize, I'd fly up high to the tip top of the treetops, singing lightly to myself as I watched the rest of the city living without my happiness I loved to give out.

Soon I was washed away in disbelief when long and heavy chains began to form all along my body; they got longer the more I annoyed that boy, glaring at him every chance I got. And whenever we did make eye contact, he'd just stare at the chains, looking at them and then at his own with pity. Pity!

He should be looking guilty! He stabbed me! Took away my inability to go back to my family! My friends! No longer be able to go to school or see and travel to new places! He basically took everything I ever had away from me. And instead of looking into reason like I normally do and just blame it on the fact that he's been lonely his entire life, I blamed it on him entirely. I didn't care why he did it, just the fact that he did do it.

After a while I had gotten really annoyed with my useless attempts to escape the god awful cemetery. As well as the loneliness I was beginning to feel staying away from the boy. I had never been this lonely in my entire life. Whether being surrounded by my friends or family or even the animals. But being in this ghost-type state I was unable to have any type of contact whatsoever. The animals that came around couldn't see me, and the people who walked by or came to visit a loved one couldn't hear me. I couldn't even feel the gentle breeze in the wind or the nightly chill!

It was useless.

As useless as wearing that darn angel costume! I wasn't able to change, either; whether I had different clothes or not they just wouldn't come off. I'd have stripped naked if it was possible, it wasn't like there was anyone to see me besides the blonde boy. And if it did come to that, he'd be dead all over again before he even made a peep of a snarky remark.

Finally, after a few long awaited weeks, which seemed more like a month or two, I had confronted Boomer after no longer being able to stay away from him. After all, this is me we're talking about here. I can never stay mad at anyone for long. Heck! This was the longest I've stayed mad at anyone! We had both apologized to each other, even adding a small friendly hug at the end.

To our surprise, and relief, once we had pulled back our chains had vanished. Even better, we were able to leave the cemetery! I was even able to take off that costume! It was irritating and itchy. Where the knife had killed me was a large hole and not to mention the splattered blood everywhere. Or the fact that my make-up had smeared when I was crying, making me look like an utter and total mess! But now since I was able to change, and let's not forget leave the graveyard, I had gone back to my house to grab some clothes.

But of course, like I had mentioned, not without stripping down to my undergarments first. Boomer gave a few looks my way, but stayed silent with a short nod. I guess he probably understood how I felt; who knows how long he had been in his own ragged clothes.

And despite it going against almost everything I went against, Boomer and I had gone to the mall and…dare I say it…stole some clothes for himself. Though he always managed to rip the clothes anyhow, at least he looked mildly decent.

Turns out the chains were just our anger and our sins. Once we were able to let go and apologize that was when we were set free.

I pushed down on the anger overcoming me. I was past that now. I stood up and pulled on Boomer's arm. "Come on, Boomer! I still have one more thing I want to do!"

He looked up at me with surprise. "What? But we're going to be late!"

"Then we better hurry!" I giggled and pulled him along past the iron gates, already lifting up off the ground.

I may have gotten rid of that dang costume, but the halo and wings were the only things that remained. I didn't mind it too much. I still don't have my powers so without the wings I wouldn't be able to fly. The only power I did have was my Supersonic Scream. And the fact that I'm still multilingual, though that's mostly from memory. I might not be able to speak multiple languages now if I hadn't studied the languages properly and further into depth.

I grabbed Boomer under the arms and spread my wings even wider, taking off high above into the fluffy white clouds. I loved flying. It was an amazing feeling. And I can tell that Boomer liked to fly too. "Better hold on tight, Boomie!" With that, I flew faster in the sky towards my destination.

"B-Bubbles! Can you slow it down?! …Bubbles!" I giggled at his worried face.

"We're almost there! Quit worrying, I'm not going to drop you! At least…not on purpose." When he looked up at me with large eyes I gave a laugh, sticking my tongue out at him as he pouted.

When Boomer's feet landed on the ground I let go of him. "Kindly stay out here, Boomer?" He gave a smile before sitting down on the curb and I turned away from him, floating through the front door of the place I used to call home.

I smiled lightly when I saw the Professor walking up the stairs. "Perfect!" I said aloud. It wasn't like anyone but Boomer could hear me anyways, so why whisper?

I floated into the kitchen and landed on the tiled floor, resting my wings. Once I was inside the kitchen I walked over to the table. The Professor had open a laptop with a newspaper and pencil next to it, a steaming mug of coffee on a coaster sitting nearby.

Concentrating hard, I laid my hand on the mouse connected to the laptop. I moved it slowly, finally clicking on a word document icon.

Once that came up, I grabbed the pencil in my hand using all the concentration I could muster up. I tapped away at the keyboard with the pencil, hurrying my sentences when I heard the bathroom door open.

When I heard the floorboards creak as he came down the steps, I set the pencil down and stood off to the side, wanting to see his reaction.

Ever since a few years ago when we disappeared, the Professor had been living his life to the fullest it could go. He kept telling himself that one day we'll come back to him. And when we did, he didn't want to be seen as an old, weary man. He wanted to be the man the girls knew they'd be proud of.

And so, he went after his dreams. He'd been getting successful promotions and his experiments were helping out the world!

He came around the corner and pulled out the chair, sitting back down. "What the…" His brows scrunched together as he read the small paragraph that appeared on his laptop.

A small smile made its way onto his face and a tear dripped onto his cheek. Before closing the document, he saved it.

A tear of my own fell down my cheek and I wrapped my arms around him. "I love you, Professor."

As if he could hear me, the Professor smiled with a sigh. "Bubbles…"

I walked out of the house and laid a hand on Boomer's shoulder until he stood up, taking his hand instead. "Let's go. We don't wanna be late!"

Boomer gave a nod, "Yeah."

We both ran the fastest we could. Over the years as we roamed around, it turned out that there were plenty of other ghost-type beings around. Ones that could see and hear us. When they had mentioned of an entire school, I couldn't pass it up.

Boomer has spent his whole life alone; if we enrolled in a school full of beings like us, we were bound to make at least a few friends.

And though the life I had now might not be as perfect as it used to be, I was beginning to like this lifestyle. As well as being Boomer's friend.

GOOD ENDING! :D

~ Blossom's Pov ~

"Forever and always…"

I shot out of my bed, sweat rolling down my face as I panted hard, my hands clutching my shirt where my heart is.

"…Hah! A nightmare! It was just a nightmare. God…that felt so real." I murmured to myself. Why would I dream something like that? Why were they there… I don't understand.

I shook my head and got up out of bed. I got into a clean pink blouse with a white collar and wrapped a red tie around, tightening it until it was perfect. I put on a red skirt and pulled on some white thigh-high stockings and finally slipped into some pink Mary Janes.

I sat at my vanity and pulled my pink brush through my long ginger locks. All the while, I stared at two pictures I taped onto the mirror.

On the left had a small girl, possibly around the age of seven or eight. Her hair was styled up into two small pigtails on either side of her head, a wide smile gracing her features with perfect white teeth.

The right-hand picture held another picture of a girl, this time around the age of twelve or thirteen with short raven hair. She was holding a soccer ball within her hands, a large bruise covering her left cheek and a scrape on her forehead. But nonetheless, the girl was still smiling proudly, one of her front teeth missing.

I sighed as I pulled my hair up into a ponytail. I frowned whenever I thought about them. I tied on my red bow and gathered up my pink school bag. It was time for another day of torture.

I floated down the steps slowly and into the kitchen.

"Good morning." The Professor sat at the table, hunched over a newspaper; a shadow of a beard on his chin with dark circles around his sunken eyes.

I grabbed a piece of toast and quietly smoothed on some butter. I took a single piece of bacon and headed out the door. "Bye, Professor."

All throughout the school day I sat by myself. The city was as gloomy as ever. Ever since Bubbles has been gone it's been like this. Hardly anyone ever laughed these days; if they did, it wasn't out of happiness or cheer. It was more out of mockery or seeing someone tortured and weak. Hell, even Citiesville had more fun than Townsville nowadays.

The teachers never smiled nor joked. They never lessened up on giving homework assignments and the tests we had to take were really harsh.

The next bell rung and I got out the door first, rushing to my locker. I wasn't able to use my superpowers in school anymore, or even fight crime for that matter. Ever since those two had been gone it's always been like this. I closed my eyes tightly and forced the tears to recede.

I sighed as I opened my locker, stuffing my books inside quickly before shutting it and heading to my last class of this horrid day.

I only had to go through one more horrible obstacle. Just one more and I'll be finished this god damn day.

I took my seat at the back of the class in the corner of the room. It was a study hall. And why the hell would having a study hall last period be such a great idea anyways?

I grumbled and laid my head down on the desk as everyone got up and around, murmuring back-and-forth to each other in furious whispers. When I heard some of the groups laugh, I knew what they were talking about was no good.

Even more so when I heard chairs scrape against the floor around me.

"You know they're all talking about you."

And the final obstacle has arrived. I looked up to be met with red eyes. Brick. A brother of his sat in front of me who I recognized as Butch. And lastly Boomer sat on top of the desk diagonal from me, his head tilted down and to the side with his hair hiding his face in shadow.

Butch leaned forward, one of his arms resting on my desk as his hand caressed my cheek. "Poor, poor Blossom. You really let down your team. What kind of leader are you if you can't even protect your dearest sister?"

I jerked my head away from his hand as he smirked. Brick moved closer to me and I moved closer to the window, my left arm touching the wall underneath. He still moved forward, our chairs touching one another as he ran his hands through my hair.

It was times like this when I wondered why I ever had dreams, or like the nightmare last night, about Brick. Why had I even dreamt that? If only I knew…

He pulled on my hair lightly as Butch began doing the same thing. "How could you do that to your sister, Blossom? How could you just let her die like that?"

I felt tears brimming in my eyes again. No! I will not cry. Not in front of them! But when I think back to both of them… I just couldn't hold it in.

"BLOSSOM!"

My eyes widened. Brick gave a laugh and pushed my wrists roughly into the ground. He was straddling me with an evil glint in his eyes. "Let go of me!" I growled at him. "Bubbles!"

I tried to get my hands free but he held them tighter, pushing them even harder into the cement to which they began to bleed. "You did this on purpose!" I yelled at him.

He snorted in response. "Well o'course I did, toots. Did'ya think I'd let ya near your sisters where ya can save 'em? Not a chance!"

"BLOSS-"

"NO! BUBBLES!" I screamed loudly and kicked up my feet as hard as I could. Brick flew up quickly, evading my attack.

"It's too late, toots. It's over. Ya done for."

Tears fell down my face rapidly as I shot into the sky, searching for my younger sister.

When I landed, I began to shake violently. My other sister, Buttercup was sitting atop of Boomer, her fists smashing into his face relentlessly.

I stared at where my blonde sister was, her small body not far from where Buttercup was beating up Boomer. I walked over slowly, finally falling to my knees as I bent over her lifeless body. I couldn't make it in time. I couldn't…

Bubbles' lifeless blue eyes stared up at me as my tears fell onto her face, mixing in with the blood. I heard the laughter all around me. They finally won. They defeated us. Without Bubbles…without her we're nothing. We're either all or none. And with the cheer and the laughter gone, everything within Townsville will follow.

I grabbed my little sister into my arms, her blood soaking my clothes. I didn't care. She was gone. And it was all my fault. If only I had gotten there earlier…

I screamed loudly, forcing all the other sounds out of my mind. With Bubbles gone…Townsville, and the people within, will never be the same.

"I wish I could do it again."

I hung my head as Boomer's small voice floated through my head. His slightly maniacal chuckles and smile had me on edge.

Boomer moved closer and lifted my head up to look into his eyes. They were almost as lifeless as Bubbles' were. "You know, Blossom. She begged me not too. She told me I didn't have to listen to my brothers."

Both of Boomer's hands were cupping my face, bringing me closer to him. Butch was still playing with my hair, now sitting on my desk to get closer to me. Brick's fingers sent tingles down my spine as he rubbed them up and down my arms, along my waist and bare thighs.

"But then again," Boomer continued, "I couldn't just abandon the only thing I lived for! Killing her was what I strived for in life! Hearing the satisfying crunch of her head splitting when I tossed her onto the cement roads, feeling her hot, warm blood on my hands as I smashed her face in with my own two hands..." His eyes were bright and twinkling now. "I felt alive. But now that she's gone, my life's purpose is fulfilled. Why live further?"

The smile on his face grew. It was so sickening to see. To hear this day after day. Go through the same god damn thing. Boomer was right on one new term. Why live further?

"Or how about poor Buttercup? You let her down too." Boomer let go of my face and tilted it towards Butch who spoke. "It must've been hard on her as well. And what did you do?" Butch sneered at me as he yanked on my hair roughly. I gritted my teeth to stop from making any noises. "You just shut yourself out from the world. You didn't care about anyone now that Bubbles was gone. It was like poor sister Buttercup wasn't even there."

All three of the boys' hands roamed my body, harassing me further. It's not like the teacher cared otherwise. Or the police for that matter.

"And guess what, Blossom?" Butch lessened his grip on my hair and grabbed my chin tightly in his hand. "I bet you didn't even know that while you shut yourself out from the world, Buttercup was in her room cutting. Or how about the fact that she came to my house for drugs?"

"What?" My voice was barely audible. My eyes were widened and the tears finally spilled. This may happen every single day, but I never heard this before.

"Oh? You didn't know?" He mocked fake curiosity.

All I knew of Buttercup was that she had run away…

"All she wanted was a bit of comfort, Blossom. And you couldn't even manage that." Butch spat.

"Well let me say this," Brick spoke up, his mouth at my ear. "We sure gave her all the comfort she needed."

"You didn't…" I whispered. When Buttercup's body was found, her lips were bruised and bloodied, as well as her thighs. She wasn't wearing any clothes whatsoever…

"Oh, not just us, toots. Don't forget the Gang Green Gang had a nab at her. That leader of theirs wanted a go at her. Ace was it?"

I began to shake violently. "Oh my God…" I muttered.

It was never going to end. I finally knew this. I was stupid if I ever thought I'd make it past all this. In the end it was all my fault. Little Bubbles had only just turned ten… Buttercup was nearing her fourteenth birthday…

They were so young…

"So…young."

"What?" Butch asked, his tone mocking.

I gave a small laugh to which burst into a fit of giggles. I was still trembling as a smile broke out onto my face.

"They were so young. Were they not?" I asked innocently at Butch and Boomer. "So young! Aha~"

By this point the entire class had stopped talking, eyeing me warily. The teacher had left a while ago for a bathroom break or something of the like.

I stood up from my seat, the smile still plastered on my face as my eyes were cast in shadow.

"You said Ace, did you not?" I asked as I turned to Brick.

He raised a brow and smirked. "Yeah, what's it to ya?"

"Heh! I'm going to have some fun. I deserve that at least."

I walked out of the classroom and through the halls. Oddly, Brick, Boomer, and Butch were trailing behind me.

Finally as I rounded a corner, I seen Ace up ahead at his locker. "Perfect." I purred to myself.

I noticed Brick sharing a look with his brothers. I turned around to face them, "Is something wrong?" I tilted my head to the side and smiled at them.

"Not really…" Brick muttered as he stared at me.

"Just kinda wondering what the god damn fuck is running through your head right now." Butch added.

Boomer smiled wildly as he ran up to me, grabbing my hands in his. "Can I join in? You know I want too! Oh, how I want to do it again!"

"Now, now, Boomer. I'll let you have fun once I'm done." I said simply. Brick and Butch's eyes twitched as Boomer jumped up and down, a sparkle in his deadened eyes. He knew exactly what I was going for. I wonder to myself silently that if maybe I had known this was going to happen, would I have wanted to stay at home? Buried beneath all the lies I told myself and all the impossibilities at living a normal life?

"You know, boys," I began walking towards Ace, Boomer at my side as I talked to Brick and Butch. "I've had enough of this. Why keep fighting the inevitable?"

By now, Ace had spotted us. He leaned against the lockers with a smirk.

I smiled up at him and motioned for him to come closer. I grabbed onto his shirt seductively as his face came closer. I knew the Ruffs were watching, Boomer more so in anticipation. I gave a wink to them as I slammed Ace against the lockers roughly, his head gushing out blood within contact. Just because I had lost my sisters didn't mean I had lost my powers. But losing them lost me something in return. My sanity.

"Are you having fun now?" I gave a laugh as I kept bashing his head against the bloodied lockers. "You had your fun with my sister, now it's my turn to have fun with you!" By now his eyes were lifeless and dull, blood seeping from the sockets. Yet, I still laughed maniacally at him, talking as if he could still hear and answer me back.

Once I was satisfied with the sickening crunch of his skull breaking, I let go of him and waved to Boomer who immediately set into action, his fists flying as they made contact with Ace's face, breaking more of the bones in his head.

I walked up to the two boys who looked down at me with mischievous smirks.

This might've been their plan all along. To break me apart bit-by-agonizing-bit. I don't think they planned this out to the very end seeing as a glitter of excitement welled in their eyes. They must've gotten more than they wanted in a way. A Powerpuff who was no longer the sweet, little, pink redhead. Now they got themselves a killer. A cute and cold-hearted killer with the deadly smile.

Brick and Butch each looked down at me. Butch slung an arm around my shoulder. "Now you're the type of girl I could want for a sister!" he said cheerily as he pulled me to him tightly.

By now the entire school had been evacuated. Who'd try to stop us anyways? We were superhumans. They were lucky for not getting in the way.

Brick gave a smirk, his teeth gleaming white. "I think this is going to become a lot more interesting with you around." he said earnestly.

Before he knew what hit him, I had grabbed onto his shirt roughly, pulling him down to my height as I smashed my lips onto his own. I could taste the blood from a fresh wound that was probably created from our teeth. When I had yanked back his smirk had grown even more. "Yupp. Definitely going ta like it with you around."

I grabbed his hat from atop his head, placing it onto my own as I threw a piece of gum into my mouth. He reached behind him, possibly into his pants' pocket, and pulled out an even darker red hat, looking to be almost black.

I gave a shrug with a smile as we all walked out of the school casually. Butch's arm was still around my shoulder while Brick had my hand in his own. Boomer was skipping a few steps ahead, never straying too far from my side. "If you can't beat them," I smiled wider and wiped the back of my hand across my face, the blood smearing. "join 'em."

BAD ENDING! D:

~ Buttercup's Pov ~

"Yank my jersey again, newbie, and I'll shove my cleat up your vaj," A girl with spiked hair said. On the field, her nickname was Pixie. Mostly due to her pixie-cut hairstyle.

At this, I gave a dramatic gasp, "Oh! Who said I'd like that?" As she rolled her eyes, I gave a 'tsk', smirking as she gave a low growl. "Your cleat would be lucky if it even got there."

A roar of laughter came from my right, followed by a few rounds of stomping. Man! I've only been here for a day and I already love this place!

I looked around for a certain someone, scanning the other players who weren't on my team. There, I thought as a smile graced my lips.

Butch was standing tall and proudly on the other side of the field, his muscles retracting and sweat rolling down his chest. His pants were slung on lowly, the edges of his plaid green boxers hugging tightly onto his hips. He pulled his jersey back down after wiping his forehead.

The smile slipped from my lips as his chest was once again covered. Damn.

As of yesterday, Butch had shown me around his coven, introducing me to all the others and his friends. Apparently he was separated from his family, his mother had died after giving birth to his youngest sibling, and as the saying went, 'Wherever your mate goes, you go' which left Butch alone.

Well, I can't exactly say that he's all alone. He still had a few close friends around him, and the rest of the coven. His pack now consisted of five males and two females altogether. The males included a guy named Mitch, who was recognized as Butch's closest friend, two twins named Tayler and Tylor, and another guy named Mike. The two girls went by the names of Robin and Tayla. And now they're all getting a new addition to the pack. Me.

A loud cheer was suddenly shouted out from the left side as the ball went out of bounds.

Once I had learned that one of the games they loved around here was soccer, I was all in.

It didn't even take long to fit in, either. After two rounds I was an immediate crowd favorite.

Butch glanced over my way as I gave another tug at Pixie's jersey. He gave a wink my way and I smirked, a whistle blowing faintly.

My eyes widened and I got into play, focusing in on my opponent in front of me.

"Get ready for it, bitch!" I said as I spun, quickly evading her. I secured a flying pass, did an inside hook turn, and readied the ball for the launch-

I stumbled on my feet as a cell phone rang out, the high-pitch pinging making me wince. I was still unused to the extra hyper-sensitive senses I now had. And at the moment, my ears were bleeding. Pixie capitalized, almost snaring the ball, but luckily I quickly passed it behind with a heel kick, one of my teammates right there to collect it.

Bloody hell! I growled inwardly. I noticed Butch giving me a curious glance. I cannot lose! This is my game to win!

"BC!"

I jerked my head around as my soccer nickname was called out. I gritted my teeth. I had missed a pass, possibly endangering this entire game! And now Pixie had the ball, charging across the midfield...

A teammate had made a two-foot slide, tackling the hell out of her from behind.

Ooh! Dirty tackle... Shit!

I gave a breather and set in for position.

After a few minutes went by, I fisted my hands and clenched my teeth. There were nine seconds left of the game. Eight... Seven...

I sucked in a breath and went for it. The crowd cheered loudly as I did a flying reverse kick. As I landed on my back I looked towards the goal; the ball was shot passed the keeper's fingertips as the whistle blew, signaling the end.

"Hell yeah..." I breathed out, sweat rolling down my forehead as teammates cheered and roared.

A shadow past behind my eyelids as I lay there on the ground. "Good game, Butters."

I opened my eyes half way to see Mitch standing above me, a hand held out in front of him. I smirked and took his hand, letting him pull me to my feet.

"Only you could pull that move off, you know. You're the only one I know who can!" Mitch gave me a toothy grin and slipped away.

Wait...only one he knows? I never even met him before! How would he know if I could've pulled that off or not? ...hrmm. I watched the male walk away, chugging a water bottle along the way with his shirt shrugged over his shoulder.

I suddenly gave a small yelp as two arms wrapped around my waist from behind, hoisting me up onto their shoulders. Butch looked up at me with squinted eyes, one of his sharp canines sticking out from his lip, giving me the most perfect sexy ass smile.

"You're a killer, Butterbabe." he said with a toothy grin.

I scoffed, a smile playing at my lips as I shoved his head playfully. "And you're crazy."

He reached one of his hands up and placed it onto my left cheek, "Crazy for you, lass."

I laughed and rolled my eyes, grabbing his jaw with both hands as our lips met.

As small roaring and mewing thundered close by, we both pulled apart to be tackled to the ground by three small children, a fourth trotting behind with clumsy steps.

"Woah there, kiddos! Where ya headin'?" Butch bellowed with a chuckle, two of the children sitting on his shoulders and pulling and tugging at his silky black ears.

The fourth small child looked up at me a gleaming smile, one tooth missing from the front. She had long, silken black hair that trailed behind her with the most iciest blue eyes. "BB! I can be wolf like you and Mommy! Want see? Want see?"

I gave a small laugh and nodded my head eagerly, "Yeah, sugar! Show me what'cha got!"

The bubbly girl giggled and gave a soft mew before running off and jumping into the air, her body slowly transforming into a small wolf pup. She trotted up to my side, her blue eyes twinkling.

Mommy say I need pro- I need pras- More prektis! She gave a giggle which chimed in my head, her thoughts spoken clearly.

"Practice, sugar." I told her as she sat in front of me, scratching the side of her head with her hind paw.

I gave a sudden yelp out of nowhere, my cheeks reddening as the third little boy laughed. I grabbed my tail and began to pet it, keeping it close to me so that the boy wouldn't pull it again.

Not even a second went by before Butch was on the kid, disciplining him strictly to which he stomped on Butch's foot and ran into the arms of a woman.

I grabbed the small girl in front of me who was still in her wolf form and looked down at her lovingly. She was so gorgeous in every way. A tiny little bundle of joy.

She gave small mew and nuzzled my cheek, a gentle smile on my face.

"I know what you're thinking."

I looked up to see that woman again, this time without the child in her arms. She was one of the females in Butch's pack, Tayla. She was a very lucky person within the clan. One of the reasons being that instead of having one fated mate, she had two. Who just so happened to also be part of Butch's pack; the twins, Tayler and Tylor.

Tayla smiled warmly at me, taking the small pup from my arms as she snuggled up to her mother. "You think you're ready, don't you." she said softly.

I bit my lip and pulled myself to my feet. I know it was extremely sudden, but I am 18-years-old. Or...at least I think I am...

I scuffed my feet on the ground and Tayla gave a pat to my back. "Hey, I for one know you're ready. He's already claimed you. You can see the mark on your neck so brightly!" She giggled softly and leaned in closer, "And when you two walk around he's always so proud; like he's lucky to have you for his own."

I looked towards Butch who was conversing with the twins. He glanced over my way and grinned, giving a small wave before turning back to the males.

Tayla sighed, the smile on her lips softening as she whispered quietly, "It's better now. He's better now. He was so glum and gloomy before he met you...it's like he's a whole different person now that you've entered his life." She looked up at me with her eyes twinkling.

"You should do this. It'd be best for the both of you and can bring you both even closer together."

I scoffed playfully. "Even closer? Most of the time I can hardly pull myself away from his side!"

Butch rushed over beside me in a moment's time, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder, breathing in deeply. "I can never get enough of your scent."

I raised my brows towards Tayla and she laughed. "I'll see ya 'round." she said giving my shoulder a hard punch. Then, she turned around and gave a wink before running off entirely.

"Huh," Butch murmured, "interesting."

I turned around in his arms and placed my hands on his chest. "So what's up?" I asked.

He bit his lower lip, something that was incredibly sexy that it made me want to melt on the spot, and leaned down, our lips brushing. "You might hate me, but me and the guys are going for a hunt. And just us guys."

I pulled back before our lips met and scrunched up my nose and pouted. "What! You said that I could hunt with you all when the time comes!"

Unexpectedly, he let out a chuckle, poking my nose. "You're so cute when you get angry and pout. I wonder who you inherited it from." he drawled.

"Well, possibly my- ...or maybe it was-! I..." My words trailed off as I looked to the ground, my thoughts jumbled and hazy as my anger subsided.

I had no clue who my parents were. Or what they looked like.

"Do I even have parents?" I mumbled to myself as my eyes widened.

Butch look aghast and placed his hands firmly on my shoulders, shaking me gently. "Don't think like that, Buttercup! Of course you have parents! They're the whole reason why you're even here!"

"The how come I can't remember them? How could I call them my family if I don't even recall whether I have siblings or not! Maybe one of my parents is gone! Maybe they both are! Maybe I'm the only one! And I wouldn't even know..." I scrunched my brows together as I looked at the ground. Butch wrapped his arms around me even tighter. So tight that he was the only thing I could smell, his scent engulfing me entirely.

My thoughts grew even hazier and I pushed away from him. "Butch... Do you even know how old I am?"

He tilted his head slightly to the side, a frown set in place. "You look around 19?"

"But do you know for sure?" I persisted. "Because I don't even know myself!" I stomped my foot and growled low, throwing a punch at a tree behind me. "I could be 10! Maybe 26!" I yelled out frustrated. "Or how about I'm just an old hag trapped in this body?"

I turned around to Butch and beat a fist against his bare chest, looking up at him as tears brimmed my eyes. "I can't remember anything. Nothing at all since before I met you."

Butch sighed and grabbed me quickly, tossing me into his arms and began carrying me across the coven's grounds.

"What are you doing, Butch? Let me down!" I hissed at him.

He shook his head but kept his gaze locked ahead of him, "You're just frustrated at the moment, Buttercup." I narrowed my eyes at him as I heard him whisper, "Sexually frustrated," and smacked him upside the head.

I growled at him as his grip tightened on me and I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and gazing at the last glimpse of the setting sun before it vanished entirely.

A few minutes later and I was thrown onto my bed, my hair splayed out around my head messily. "Butch!" I growled at him.

He gave a smirk and crawled forward on his hands and knees, the sight making me gulp as my stomach did flip-flops and my face burned up. "Buttercup~" he purred gently, straddling me as he leaned down until his face was just inches from mine. "I think it's time you let me handle all this pent-up frustration you have. And after I'm finished you'll have a nice, long rest. Sound good, lass?"

I couldn't help but answer him back as he bit his lip again, knowing damn-well how good he looked while doing it. "Y-yes..."

He gave a nod and smirked again, his eyes filled with mischief. "It sounds perfect."

I groaned and sat up, rubbing at my sleepy eyes. The sun poured in through the half-open window which let a gentle breeze into the room.

I yawned loudly and stretched. I felt really good. Like, really good.

I heard something sizzle outside of the room and my nose picked up the delectable scent.

My mouth watering, I got out of bed and inched my way to the door which was opened just barely. Trying to walk to the door was so frustrating! I felt so sore! It was horrible!

After a few moments it began to fade away as I made my way down a long hall.

I peeked my head around the corner of a doorway which led into the kitchen. A tall, spiky-haired male stood in front of the oven. He was humming softly and was wearing nothing but boxers. And now that I realized it, I noticed I was also wearing nothing but a really large and baggy shirt which thankfully covered my bare thighs.

I gave a last small yawn and the male turned towards me, a smile etching on his face. "Buttercup, lass! You're up!"

Buttercup? I smiled and nodded slowly, staying at the doorway.

He didn't seem to notice as he turned the knob on the stove, throwing the pieces of bacon he was cooking onto a full plate. He set it at the table and turned towards me again.

"What are you standing in the doorway for? C'mere!" He opened his arms wide with a toothy smile, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

I walked slowly over towards him as he wrapped me in a warm hug. He took a handful of my hair and brought to his nose, breathing in deeply. He smiled and leaned down, kissing my cheek as he laid his hand on the other one.

Now noticing my blank stare, he frowned, his brows creased with worry. "Buttercup? Is something wrong?"

He gave me a small shake, his large hands on my shoulders. I tilted my head and grabbing his forearms, looking up at him with a searching stare.

"Buttercup...?"

I opened my mouth slightly and gazed up into his dark green eyes.

"Who..." I said quietly. I licked my both of my lips and tried again, his dazzling eyes widening, "Who are you?"

GOOD/BAD ENDING! :/

Wulfie-Chann: IT'S FAHKING FINISHED. AMFGGGG!

I was starting to worry that I'd never finish it. O-o I had a really hard time on Buttercup's. /sob

I honestly had no clue how her ending should've went! I was SO LOST! ;-;

I really hope all of you liked this small story! Sorry that it took so long for me to finish it! D: GOMEN~

Review and favorite! I'd love to know what you thought about the endings! (I know none of you have ever suspected Blossom's~~ X'D MWUAHAHA!)

Well, see you in the next chapter of Pet Protectors! C:

Or maybe the first chapter of Frozen Angels~~ c;

(GUYS. THIS CHAPTER IS 7,487 WORDS. HOLY SHET. oVo)