Halloween: Rashel and Quinn

"A haunted house… this is where Daphne decided you and I should spend Halloween?" Rashel muttered, watching as Daphne drove away.

"It isn't a good idea. Someone'll jump out and one of us will take them out," Quinn stated.

Unfortunately, Daphne had already purchased tickets for them and one of the employees, dressed as a very unrealistic werewolf hurried them inside.

There was a group of kids in front of them with no adults. Rashel silently cursed. Didn't parents know how dangerous it was to send kids off on their own? Especially on a night where it could take hours to realize a child had gone missing.

Rashel sighed, glanced over at Quinn, and bit back hysterical laughter. He was dressed as a vampire. He looked something along the lines of Dracula, she supposed. At least she was dressed as a contemporary vampire slayer.

Haha. Irony. They were dressed as a vampire and a slayer. Guys had been making jokes about it to poor Quinn all night. Something along the lines of, 'does that represent how she slayed your freedom?' or 'does that represent how she slayed your heart, dude?' This of course was coming from random weirdos who had no idea how close he had come to actually being slain by her.

They walked through the house with the children chattering nervously. A murderer leapt out of a closet and made the mistake of coming at Rashel. He had a rubber knife, already dripping with fake blood. The children shrieked, Quinn sighed, Rashel disarmed him. Never had anyone looked as shocked as the guy as he landed full force on his back while Rashel held his weapon.

"Oh, oops… I'm so sorry." Rashel choked. "It was a natural response."

The children were still shrieking, only now it was with laughter.

Quinn helped the guy up and Rashel handed him the knife. The poor guy still appeared to be in shock. The group pushed past him. Now all the children chattered about the 'cool' girl with them and talked to her occasionally.

A hand reached out and grabbed Quinn's arm. Quinn turned and glared at a person dressed as some form of slime monster. The children began screaming. They all latched onto Rashel crying 'save us, cool girl! Save us!"

"Can I help you?" Quinn asked.

"Your heart…" it groaned "Give me… your heart."

"Sorry, the slayer already laid claim on the heart. Can I interest you in letting go before I show you how I treated the last weirdo who grabbed my arm?

The creature dropped his arm like a hot potato.

"Good choice."

Which of course made them the 'cool people'. The children chattered about how they'd never made it so far into a haunted house without running out scared.

They were halfway through the house when Quinn froze.

"Do you feel that too?" he hissed. The children stopped and huddled close to Rashel.

"Barely. Not a good sign," she murmured. To the children she said, "Are your parents here?" The children nodded, looking terrified. "I'm going to take you out to them, okay?" The children nodded as Quinn took control of their minds. Rashel led them out. The slime monster muttered darkly as they passed. The murderer shuffled his feet.

The parents met her just outside the door. "Thanks for taking care of them."

"No problem," Rashel murmured quickly, glad that these were, in fact, the real parents and not fakes. She ran back into the house to find Quinn.

She found him in a room with a seductively dressed vampires. They were hissing and snarling at each other. Rashel found her stake already in her hand.

"This kitten still has claws," she muttered before lunging at the vampiress. It was all very clear now, the vampiress had set the whole thing up. She preyed on those brave enough to make it into her room. The others in the house probably had no clue, they were more than likely drugged so they wouldn't notice that almost none of the older people came out, just the ones that flipped and chickened out.

What a prize for being brave.

Of course, the stake hit the vampiress right in the heart.

Quinn cleared his throat. "To clarify, I hate haunted houses."

Rashel smiled grimly, "Me too… me too." She paused throughtfully. "You know, I hadn't actually planned to use that stake when I put it on tonight. Good thing I'm paranoid enough to think if I didn't bring it I would need it."

"I would've protected you."

She smiled at him. "I know. But I'd rather you not have to."
"Lets get out of here."

Rashel nodded. He tucked her hand into his elbow, a habit developed from old age, she supposed, and led her out.

Daphne was outside waiting. "Did you two have fun?"

"I slayed a vampiress," Rashel said.

Daphne choked. "Rashel! They aren't real vampires!" Rashel laughed. "Oh, gracious, Rashel! I thought you were serious!"

"I was. There was a real vampiress in there." She winked at Daphne. "And now… there isn't."

Daphne half swooned.

"Quinn, maybe you ought to drive," Rashel said, catching the blonde.

Quinn took the keys. "Never let her plan our outings ever again."

"No problem."