"Can we wage a snack attack first?" Norah asked and half raised her hand.

Clarise turned and stopped on the stairs and looled back to give her a stern look,"No, Norah, you may not wage a snack attack,"

"So, what shall our weapons of choice be for this?" Dawn asked.

"We beat them to death with heads of lettuce and cabbage, just like my adoptive Pants Goblins," Norah stated dreamily.

Poppy was more than terrified at that moment and seriously regretted getting into Norah's Mystery Machine,"Guys, when I said I was going on a spiritual journey, uh, th-this is not what, um, what I had in mind, at all,"

Clarise ignored her and addressed the others,"I say we kill them the same way we killed our first victims,"

"Perfect," Dawn reached into her pocket,"I'll use my rope,"

Jala then said,"That's just a string from a hoodie,"

"Still works, man."

"I shot my mom. I don't have a gun," Norah pointed out.

Then Jala,"And I pushed my dad down the stairs, there's no guarantee they'll die from that,"

"Well," Clarise took out a small vile of a clear liquid and poured it into one of the drinks on the tray she was carrying,"I certainly know what I'm using. I get to kill Louis, so stear clear,"

"I'll use a knife I guess," Jala said.

"I have nothing else, so I'll do some stabby-stabby," Norah went into the kitchen and searched until she found two big knives and handed one to Jala and they both put them behind their backs' and carefully down their pants, making sure that they weren't going to fall out.

"And what about you, Poppy," Clarise creepily smiled down to the shorter girl.

"I, I, um, I don't know. Why are you making me do this?"

"Cause someone has to die, Poppy, so why not One Direction," Dawn stated with a shrug of her shoulders,"What shall you kill with?"

"She can bludgeon him to death," Jala suggested.

Clarise gasped,"Perfect! There are some big rocks around the tiki bar, use that. Now, come on, we mustn't keep them waiting,"

They all walked down the stairs to the other flight of stairs and then outside to the tiki bar where the boys were. There was a TV with a fireplace right under it, two whicker chairs, a love seat, and over in the bar area where four stools, and a small hammock.

Zayn and Harry were on stools, Niall sat on the love seat, and Louis and Liam took up the chairs.

Norah, Dawn, and Jala immediately scrambled to the hammock and pathetically struggled to get on the swinging death trap. Norah and Dawn eventually got on and were in twisted positions as they pushed a slow Jala away, who just went to sit on one of the stools next to it. The two on the hammock finally got in more comfortable poses, soon to have the entire thing flipped over by Jala. Dawn landed on her back and Norah right in top of her.

Dawn let out a painful groan,"Welp, there goes my pelvis,"

Jala expertly got on the hammock without a problem.

"Need a hand, girls?" Zayn and Harry held their hands out to help them up. Dawn accepted and Zayn pulled her up. Norah smacked Harry's hand away and said,"I am a strong independent black woman, who don't need no man!" The pale girl turned to her friend,"Donald, help me up,"

"No, I'm just gonna leave you there to die," She sat down on one of the bar stools. Norah eventually got up and sat down next to Niall who she immediately began to flirt with.

Dawn did some of her own to Zayn,"Oh, you're funny, but I'm funnier,"

Clarise sat the tray down and quickly handed the one she poisoned to her cousin, and to her dismay, he set it down on the small table next to him.

"So, Marlena, how are Uncle Stephan and Aunt Josephine? I haven't spoken to them since Grandpa Dom's funeral," Louis asked her.

"Well, they are doing quite great, actually. The business is prosperous and soon to be mine," She responded with a small laugh.

"Ah, yes, you always had your eye on that company. Well, send your parents my love and that we must see each other soon,"

Meanwhile,"So, Niall, will you get me snacks?" Norah asked.

Niall laughed awkwardly,"I, uh, I don't have any food,"

Louis intervened,"Might I suggest some carrots?"

"We do have a shit ton of fruit," Dawn reminded her,"We can sell it for that pasta sauce you need,"

Norah spontaneously flipped the table with the drinks on it, sending rum buckets everywhere,"I need my fix! I'm getting unpredictable! There's not enough pasta in my veins!" She shouted and rolled up her sleeves.

Dawn pointed a finger at her and looked stern for that moment,"Look, I'm gonna bertell you what I bertold them," Gesturing a thumb behind her to no one in particular,"I'll get you your Ragu once you admit you punched Lisa,"

"I did not hit her, I did not," Liam returned from the bathroom,"Oh, hi, Liam,"

"Hello, strange girl," He said before sitting back down.

"I'm Norah, as in Norah's Bottomless Bag of Unforgivable Pleasure,"

Clarise made a disgusted face,"I've seen it. It's obscene,"

Dawn cracked her knuckles,"I'll show you obscene."

Jala introduced herself next,"I'm Ebony Darkness," She gestured to Dawn,"That is my business associate, Lemongrass Galubo. We run a mafia of all Indians but have no Indians in it,"

Clarise cringed,"You guys are embarrassing me,"

Dawn once again cracked her knuckles,"I'll show you embarrassing. Norah, get on your back,"

"Nope," Clarise waved her hands to stop that madness,"Not now," she turned back to Louis,"Cousin, don't you want some of your cold rum bucket on this hot day?"

"It's Winter, Marlena, it's a bit chilly out," He commented.

"I'll take it then," Harry reached for the plastic bucket of rum and before Clarise could stop him, he drank it all down. All the girls were stunned in silence,"That should get the party started,"

Poppy stood uncomfortably still next to the love seat Norah and Niall were on.

"You, blondie," Harry called out to get the hippie's attention,"Come sit on Harry's lap," He patted his leg.

Poppy slowly shook her head and Clarise shot a glare to her,"O-okay,"

"You look a little pale there, Harry, you alright?" Liam asked his friend.

"I feel a little dizzy, but I'm sure I'm fine," He assured.

Dawn was still trying her hand at that flirting,"Oh, you're so smart, but I'm smarter,"

And Norah was just being plain creepy to Niall,"Can I cut you and see if you bleed sauce, I think I'm going through withdraw,"

"You're a real class act, you know that, Norah?" Was his response.

Clarise watched Harry closely. It wasn't a fast acting poison, but he gradually began to look worse and worse. He got more pale, sweaty, shaky, the works.

Clarise made eye contact with Dawn and Jala. She discretely pointed to Dawn and then Zayn. Then to Jala and Liam. They nodded their heads to show they understood. Clarise pulled Poppy of the dying boy's leg and whispered,"This is your lucky day, Poppy, you don't have to kill anybody. Harry's own alcoholism practically killed him, and Louis is still my target. If you even think about escaping, I would not be afraid to add you to my kill list," A shiver went down Poppy's spine and she stiffly stood by the love seat again.

"Marlena, dear, could you direct me to the gents, please?" Louis asked and stood up.

Clarise was silent for a second. She wanted the rest of the boys dead before he returned, so she had to send him furthest away to where he had the least chance of hearing the commotion,"Top floor, cousin," She said with an innocent smile. Louis left and she dropped that smile. Poppy was all shifty eyed, constantly looking between the psychopath and the boy who was unknowingly dying. She wanted nothing more than to help but she just knew there was no way she could.

"Oh, you're so good looking, but I'm better looking," Dawn told Zayn.

"You are very, very vein, Dawn, and that's rather unattractive," He told her but she didn't seem fazed by that at all.

Jala and Liam sat solemnly without getting added into any conversation. Jala didn't want to get to know anyone she would eventually end.

Suddenly and finally, Harry fell out of his chair and onto the ground while clutching his heart and convulsing uncontrollably and foaming at the mouth.

At that moment, everything seemed to of happened in a split second. Norah, instead of stabbing, was kissing Niall as he flailed around to get free. Norah wanted to get that long kiss in before reaching and taking out the knife from her pants and piercing the sharp blade through Niall's back. She pulled it out and stabbed him again and again in the side. The Irish boy managed to push her back, grab the knife, and stab her in her abdoman. She failed to sit but up, but Niall was too far gone, his injuries to severe for him to go on, and he doubled over on the ground before falling completely and bleeding to death. Norah casually sat back on the love seat and applied pressure to her wound. Blood spread all throughout her shirt and his breathing got very heavy. She just put her head back. The entire time she was stabbing and killing him, she never stopped kissing him.

Poppy screamed once and sank to her knees. Clarise covered her mouth and sat on top of her to keep her from escaping from that moment.

At that exact moment, Dawn tightly wrapped her rope around Zayn's neck and pulled with all her strength. She pulled Zayn off the stool and fell to the floor in a flailing mess with Dawn right behind him, pulling away. He tried to claw the rope away from his neck but it was so far into his skin that he couldn't get a grip. He was quickly turning red and gasping for that precious air as Dawn laughed maniacally. Zayn got one lucky shot to her eye but she never stopped. When he was taken out of the stool, he knocked some glasses off the counter. Most of them broke but there was a few still in tact. He grabbed one and with all the strength he had left he crashed the glass into her temple. Sje let go and reeled back, blood dripping down the side of her face. He scrambled to crawl away was was weak from lack of air and blood to his heart that he didn't get far. Dawn forced herself up while still clutching her throbbing head. She kneed him right between the shoulders to have him fall and sat on his back. She once again put the rope around his neck and that time, killed him.

Poppy's screams were muffled by Clarise's hand. Clarise sat on the ground with her legs and free arm around the other girl's torso. Poppy's kicked at air as she watched the horrific happenings in front of her, not able to look away. Clear tears streamed down her face. All she wanted was a spiritual journey.

Harry passed and Liam was right over him and screaming. He turned right in time to see the Indian girl charge at him with a readied knife. He rushed out of the way at the right moment and Jala tripped over Harry's lifeless body, sending her and the knife flying. The knife landed in the sand and prickly plants outside of the tiki bar. Jala and Liam both hurried to get up and to the knife. Liam first grabbed the fire iron from the fireplace and followed right behind Jala. She never bothered to stand up and go get it, and crawled through those prickly plants and sand. She reached the knife and flipped over on her back in time to be stabbed in the arm with a fireplace prong. She screamed out in pain but didn't let that stop her, she sat up and stabbed Liam in the calf a few times, making him fall right next to her. She tried to get up but he pulled her down and she managed to get a few cuts on his face. He sliced her cheek with the fire iron and she cried out in pain again, she let go of the knife and he kicked it to the side. Jala felt around the sand for a rock and did find one, she made it collide with Liam's head and knocked him off her. Jala jumped up, but so did he. She first rushed for the knife, she got to it, but soon fell on her knees. Liam stabbed the fire iron into her back. She tried for the knife on one last attempt. Jala sprung forward and sliced his leg right at a major artery and he collapsed immediately. She weakly got on top of him and ended it all by forcing the knife through his eye. After she concluded he was finally dead, she sighed in relief and fell onto the ground. She layed next to him on her stomach, covered in scratches, gashes, and blood.

Poppy never settled down and the longer that went on, the more erratic she got. Her face was tomato red and shiny from the tears. Clarise watched it all go down and felt nothing as she did. No sympathy, no happiness, just nothing. Clarise made sure not to think about it, and only think about her religious, overbearing, cultist mother. That just fueled the fire.

Norah was bleeding on the the love seat, Dawn was bleeding on the tiki bar floor, and Jala in the sand. They were all also apathetic about the whole thing. But with more happiness, almost like some sick positive energy surge throughout them. Through the pain they were feeling, they smiled and silently chuckled to themselves. They waited so long to release that energy and satisfy that bloodlust they contained for all those years. Never did they ever even think of the consequences of their fatal actions, they didn't care, they never did, it was all about that unforgettable feeling of superiority they felt the first time they did that dirty act. That unquestionable feeling of power and no remorse to go with it.

It was silent. Poppy finally calmed down and look like she was on the verge of passing out, along with the three girls. Louis returned to a grisly sight. The first thing that hit him was the smell, the smell of copper, the distinct stench of blood. His eyes grew wide, his mouth fell open. He saw his four friends sprawled out dead with pools of blood surrounding them. He saw the four girls next to them, hurt, but not dead, their chests' and stomachs' were rising and falling with unnatural speed. He then noticed his cousin and the terrified hippie girl.

"Marlena..." He said under his breath and took a step back.

"My name is Clarise!" She shouted and stood up. Poppy quickly scooted back to the wall, too frozen with fear to actually get up and run.

"Wh-what, what, why, what-" He stuttered and made mashed up gestures to the bodies on the ground.

"I was gonna be the great one!"

"What are you talking about?! What happened?!" He put his hands up.

"Because of your dumb fame, I was always compared to you every second, no matter how well I did at anything. I wasn't good enough for our family after that. Not as great as the phenomenal Louis Tomlinson! At my old home, I was born a disgrace with no chance of changing, so when I was adopted I took that as a time to reinvent myself, make myself into something worthy. I almost did too, I worked my ass off non stop, and you get by just by having some mediocre voice! It's not fair!"

"So you thought killing would solve this?! This solved nothing! And your family loved you; you were so successful,"

"Not as successful as they wanted me to be, not as successful as you. I wasn't even sure I would even get the company,"

"Clarise, you need help if you really think doing this will earn your family's acceptance,"

She shook her head,"I never thought that. I just needed to feel better about the whole thing,"

"And as I said before, killing is no way to handle that, at all,"

She shook her head again and reached behind her to grab Norah's knife she obtained after the murder of Niall Horan. Louis took a step back, and she readied her knife to stab. It was about to come down on him when Clarise suddenly stopped and her body jerked a little bit. She couched up some blood and sunk to the floor, the knife making a clanking noise as it hit the hard wood. In her back was the fire iron and standing over top of her was her captive, Poppy, no longer crying and had the same expression of apathy her captor had.

Louis stared in shock at his dead cousin and the hippie girl, then to his friends. His head fell into his hands and he silenlty wepped to himself. Poppy kneeled in front of him and pulled him into a hug. She stood him up and let him cry into her shoulder for a little bit. He rambled on about her band mates and how he never suspected his clean cut cousin of ever doing such a thing.

Poppy wasn't so harmless as she made herself out to be. She welded the bloodied up fire iron, unbeknownst to Louis. She forced it through his back. He did the same Clarise did, coughed up some blood onto Poppy's face, and sunk down. But Poppy held him up the best she could. She wanted to see into his eyes as his life left his body. She wanted to feel the same feeling Dawn and Norah and Jala talked about and felt. She wanted to see if she felt it too and could handle it. She discovered she could.

She dropped him and spoke to his dead body,"Your music sucks,"She paused to look around to all the dead boys,"And none of you are as hot as you think you are, sorry, thought you were," She stood there for a minute. She watched with uncaring eyes until Dawn's, Jala's, and Norah's chests' stopped rising and falling completely and their breathing subsided. It was silent.

The Wow addicted hippie made her way down the private walkway to the beach and continued on her spiritual journey.