A/N: This one is dedicated to Fenrir's Daughter. Thanks! And the show goes on…
Disclaimer: One day I will own the planet, so there.
Because I could not stop for Death -- He kindly stopped for me, The Carriage held but just ourselves -- And Immortality. - Emily Dickinson
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. - Edgar Allan Poe, The Raven
Lance did not like children. He was not good with children, did not enjoy being around children. He did, however, like money and wanted to have money and that is why he was here. He had not been very enthusiastic about babysitting their neighbor's kids but money was scarce and he had to eat.
The children were good enough, though. Aside from being a little wild, which was partly because they were six and eight years old and partly because they were hyped up on sugar and Barney, they were not the handful Lance had expected them to be. Still, he was glad when it was bedtime and he could sit on the couch and watch reruns of I Love Lucy.
He was about to consider doing this babysitting thing again but the commercials were off and Lucy was back on. He was just getting into the show when suddenly the phone rang.
He picked up the receiver. "Hello," he said. He expected it to be the children's parents calling to check up on them but instead he was greeted by maniac laughter. Lance waited for the person on the other end to calm down but after five seconds he simply hung up the phone.
The phone rang again five minutes later. Lance answered it and was once again answered by the same maniac laughter. Unnerved, he hung up the phone. Then, while watching a commercial about soap, it suddenly clicked. Pietro. It had to be him. And if it wasn't him, then it was most defiantly Todd or Fred. The phone rang again and he snatched it up.
"Okay, Pietro, joke's up, I know it's you." More laughter. He realized then that he didn't recognize the voice. He hung up the phone and then, out of pure dread, called the police.
"Hello."
"Um, hi. I've got a problem. There's this guy that keeps calling and every time I answer the phone he just laughs. I'm not scared but I'm babysitting these kids…"
"There's nothing we can do right now but we'll trace the call if he phones again."
After giving them the phone number and address of the house he hung up the phone and cursed silently because he had missed the ending of I Love Lucy. The phone rang five minutes later. He automatically answered it. Whoever was on the other end seemed to be even more excited this time.
He hung up the phone once more only to have it ring again a few minutes later. He was surprised to hear that it was from a police officer this time. "We've traced the call," he said urgently. "Get out of the house now."
Without being told twice he went outside into the crisp night air to wait for the police. He didn't have to wait long. Lance was surprised at how quick and in how many came. They pushed past him and into the house. "What's going on?" he asked, confused.
"We traced the call," one officer said, "from inside the house. The children are probably already dead. We didn't know that he had escaped."
"Escaped!"
"Just as few hour ago. Now, if you don't mind, I'll need to ask you some questions."
While Lance went over the entire story, a man was pulled from the house. His hair was messy and his clothes were mud and blood stained and he laughed hysterically as he was taken away.
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