Happy Halloween my lovely reader people (i couldn't think of anything else to call you except 'my bitches') I've correctly named this chapter 'Ooooohh spooky' Enjoy at your own risk... (scary right, i know)
Brittany sucked in a breath, eyes raking over Santana's silhouette in the moonlight, watching her practically buzz with excitement at the knowledge of what they're about to watch "You look really nice tonight" she says, clutching their tickets in her hand and slowly moving forward when the line to the theatre finally started to shift.
Its eight o'clock in the evening on Halloween night and Brittany stands in black, the bones of the human skeleton standing out in white along her body, as if to create the illusion of her being a skeleton, despite her perfectly fleshy and blonde head, Santana leans into her, her white dress stained with fake blood and her hair teased to perfection, pulling off the serial killer wife look with a blood stained knife strapped to her ankle.
She's about one more compliment away from just sticking her hand down Brittany's pants. But, instead of making a public spectacle out of themselves, she settles for leaning up to plant a quick yet promising kiss on the side of Brittany's mouth, whispering "We're totally having sex while the trailers are on" into her ear for good luck.
Brittany blushes to the tips of her ears and she breaks out into an inconspicuous smile, though her hand still taps a promise into Santana's left butt cheek anyway.
The line moves forward in a surge and Brittany's giving their tickets to the bored girl in the booth, tucking the ripped movie stubs back into her wallet for safe keeping. Santana stares up at the big sign reading Friday the 13th in gruesome red lettering, supposedly to look like blood but only managing to look like someone had sneezed blood faintly in the shape of letters, a huge smile encompassing her face. She wraps her jacket around herself tighter, a shrill breeze crawling across her skin, quickly looking behind her when the feeling of being watched plowed through her stomach.
There's no one there but an incredibly young looking couple staring at her like she was crazy.
She grips Brittany's arm and stays by her side as they walk in. Brittany automatically covering her hand with her own "You okay?" she asks, practically moaning when the warm air inside hits her chest.
"Yeah" Santana nods hesitantly, checking behind her again just to make sure.
Not believing a word of it Brittany pulls Santana in closer to her, in hopes that it might make her feel better. "Do you want anything?" she asks her, pointing at the snack counter in the corner where a very tired old woman sits.
Santana raises her eyebrows, opening her leather jacket to reveal four candy bars and an entire pack of Doritos taped to the lining.
Brittany laughs and rolls her eyes, "Fine then, do you want a drink or something?"
"Unless that lady knows how to make a long island ice tea, I'm good"
Brittany kisses her on the cheek with a smile before walking off towards the snack counter, a spring firmly in her step. She buys a large 7up and a bucket of popcorn the size of her head, a smile on her face the entire time, even though she had to repeat her order for the woman at least five times.
But, as she juggles her food, and turns around, the smile dims substantially. A chick dressed as the devil is stood behind her, the girls eyes firmly set across the room where Santana stands, practically licking her lips as her eyes devour every inch of Santana's body.
In response, Brittany purposely shoves the girls shoulder when she walks away, breathing out a fake apology while the girl brushes it off with a displeased grimace.
Brittany laughs in victory.
"I asked but she said she didn't know what a long island ice tea was" she says, interrupting Santana's deep staring contest with the grown man in the corner eyeing her Doritos "She might have been lying, I couldn't tell" she shrugs.
The doors to the movie theatre begin to open and Santana is practically jumping up and down in excitement. Halloween is her favorite holiday and damn if she doesn't go all out to celebrate it. She grabs Brittany's hand and pulls her into the theatre, pushing past numerous people to be the first inside.
The walls are lined with fake cobwebs, loud screams of pain and thunder crash out of the speakers while a thick fog encases the theatre. Santana doesn't think she's seen anything more awesome and Brittany is somewhat terrified.
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Half way through the movie Brittany gets up to pee and finds that through the heat of things she'd forgotten to tie the drawstrings of her pants again.
Keeping your dignity when an entire theatre of people and your laughing girlfriend are staring at your Spiderman underwear is not an easy thing to do.
But she prevails, finding her way through the suddenly a lot darker and creepier hallways of the theatre to the bathroom. Slapping her palm on the door and pushing it open, the hinges creak with rust as the yellow strip lighting of the bathroom comes into view, a feeling of unease coming over her body.
A girl stands on the greasy floor tiles, her back to Brittany as she stares vigorously at her reflection in the mirrors. The girl stands dismissively, with her arms by her sides, fingers limp and pointing to the floor.
The door slams behind Brittany and as soon as it does the girl lets out a growl so low and animalistic Brittany stops abruptly on her way to one of the stalls.
"Are you-" the words are ripped from her throat in fright. The girl turns to face her slowly, her body moving in jerky sluggish movements like she was being pulled by an invisible rope she was reluctant to follow.
Brittany's breathing picks up; her chest heaving as her eyes set upon the murky yellow and bloodshot ones of the creature a terrifyingly short distance away from her. The dark clotting blood dripping from her hungry looking teeth as she snarls is not a fond memory Brittany ever wants to remember.
She slowly puts her hands up, palms out, "Listen" she says quietly to not startle her, adding a little reassuring chuckle on the end that she so did not feel "I'm not dumb on this sort of thing so I know that you want to eat me, since I'm pretty sure I didn't see anybody dressed as a zombie in the lobby earlier and that flesh between your teeth can't be anything but real" she gulps, stereotypically "But hey look at me, I'm all bones" she jokes, the thing just continues to stare at her "You wanna eat me don't you?" she sighs and the girl growls in the affirmative.
She throws caution to the wind, pushing back against the stall door she leant upon and slamming it shut before the thing could somehow push its way in. "Uh" she gags, slapping her hand over her mouth to stop the vomit making its way up her throat from unleashing itself on the stall walls, the mangled and half eaten body of the candy counter woman, intestines draped along the floor between Brittany's feet and the smeared bloody handprints on the walls, serve as the telltale clues of just how that flesh got between the girls teeth.
She strategically side steps the rotting corpse to stand on the closed lid of the toilet, pushing her glasses back up the bridge of her nose as the rhythmic banging of the stall door fills her ears. For a fleeting moment she wonders how long the cheap lock on the stall door will last in the face of the full body slams the creature on the other side is delivering to the thin yellow door.
She peers over the top of the stall as best she can, finding the zombie girl thing to be halfway through another run up.
She braces herself.
The door cracks open with a slam, the girl runs for Brittany, slips on the intestines of the candy counter women, falls on her ass and cracks her head open on the jagged edge of a broken door hinge.
The bathroom is suddenly very quiet.
Taking no chances she bolts for the door, but remembers her prominent bladder at the last second and has to go back to relieve herself.
As soon as she's able to function properly she sprints back to the theatre, pulling the door open to reveal the deserted seats and the shrill moans of the undead.
"Santana" she shouts over the movie, realizing too late as numerous mangled heads turn towards her that it was an incredibly bad idea.
A body crashes into her side and she's seconds away from unleashing the fury when Santana's breathy and scared voice shouts in her ear to run you idiot.
She does as she's told, nearly falling over backwards in the process but making into the lobby without any missing pieces. Santana on the other hand is sporting a large gash down the bicep of her right arm.
They seek cover underneath the snack counter and Santana goes about covering the wound, tearing a piece of fabric from the bottom of her dress and tying it around her arm in a tight not.
"What happened?" Brittany whispers over the cries around them, trying to keep her mind set on being concerned and not on how damn attractive Santana is right now.
"I was sat down, minding my own damn business" she explains, wincing as the fabric digs into her fresh cut "When this maniac comes out of nowhere wielding an axe and swings it at the guy sat next to me, cuts through my arm like a hot knife through butter and jams right into the side of the guy's head" she scoots closer to Brittany and wraps her in a hug "Then all hell broke loose and people were screaming and…being eaten and I thought something had happened to you" she holds onto her tighter.
A man crashes into the counter, pushing countless of gum drops and dots on to their heads as he's torn apart by two small children dressed as Wolverine.
They pull apart "We should get out of here" Brittany whispers, trying not to bring any attention to them "I love you" she says and plants along kiss to Santana's lips that she's determined not to be her last.
"I love you too" Santana replies, pulling out the knife strapped to her ankle that suddenly looks a hell of a lot more real.
As if by magic a baseball bat appears in her hands and she's wielding it in the faces of a lobby gone mad.
While Santana stabs everyone she's sees in the side of the head, Brittany sets her attention to the two bloody Wolverines devouring the screaming man's sternum. She readjusts her glasses before bring the bat down on to their inconspicuous heads.
They go down like a sack of shit and she's wiping the sweat off her brow when the slowly dying man gives her a grateful nod and tells her to run.
Thankfully Santana has thought ahead, dragging her out onto the street "We need to find somewhere to-" Santana tries to say but is interrupted by someone grabbing onto both of their arms. Santana raises her knife to strike but looks up to find the familiar eyes of Sam staring at her.
"Guys you gotta help me" he whines, lifting up his Captain America shirt to show a huge and nasty bit on his left side.
A car explodes to the side of them and Santana swears very loudly in fright "Come on" she shouts, grabbing Brittany's hand and running towards her car, Sam hobbling after them as zombies begin to filter out of the theatre.
Santana finds her keys in her bra and scrambles to get the car open. A bolt of lightning strikes down far off into the distance and a loud clap of thunder sounds overhead.
Suddenly, a slimy rope is wrapping around her ankle and pulling her feet out from under her, dragging her backwards towards a destination she cannot perceive.
"Santana" Brittany shouts after her, diving to the ground and wrapping her arms around Santana in hopes to stop her being pulled by what seems to be a huge evil looking plant but only succeeds in getting them both dragged into the jaws of the hungry beast.
"What the fuck is that?!" Sam shouts.
"Do something!" Brittany shouts back at him, her sneakers scuffing against the bloody pavement as she tries to delay what seems to be the inevitable.
Sam looks around in disarray, finding Brittany's discarded bat and picking it up, limping around them to bring the bat down hard on the strong vein and finding that it did nothing "This isn't a knife!" he wails.
The vicious flower continues to pull them in, the terrifying jaws unhinging to devour them in its acidic underbelly. They both scream out his name.
His demeanor shifts, no longer leaning on his side in pain but hunching over in oddly looking strength. His head tilts back and he lets out an almighty howl, claws retract from his fingers and hair grows rapidly along his arms, his noes morphs into a snout and his eyes turn a milky yellow. Everything within sight shrinks back in fear, even the zombies and that one guy who claims he's not scared of anything.
Both Brittany and Santana watch in shock as Sam lifts the vein with no strain at all, bringing the slimy green rope to his teeth and biting down vigorously. The flower lets out a high pitched whine and the vein is sucked back in to the plant, letting go of Santana's leg in the process.
They stare at him, taking in his newly adorned hair and claws, shrinking back in fear when her looks over at them with his yellow eyes and razor sharp teeth. He lifts his shirt; where there once was a large bite is now nothing at all, no sign of the ripped flesh and dead skin that once was there, all that resides there now is hair and lots of it. "Wow" he gasps in a deep growling voice, staring down at his claws in awe.
Santana, still gasping frantically to catch her breath, decides to ignore it all in favor of scrambling to her feet and shouting "Why didn't you let go? You should've let go, you would've died with me!" at Brittany.
Brittany stood, as fast as she could for someone that'd just been under that amount of physical strain "What do I have to live for if you're gone?!" Brittany roars, pointing an accusatory finger at Santana "Even though you're outright ignoring the fact that more than one zombie is on its way to eat us, a creepy ass plant thing is still hungry for some human sized snacks and Sam just turned into something I can only describe as a monstrosity, to have a fight with me"
Somewhere far off and irrelevant, a building is set ablaze by a woman knocking over a candle as she screamed into a large pot in which earlier that evening she'd sacrificed the remains of a small rodent, she claimed to be a witch but sadly perished among fifteen of the living dead residing in the building, all ironically heading in her direction.
Santana's angry and persistent look turns to one of pure lust, eyes dilated and expression somewhat serious despite the tiny and barely there smile hiding at the corner of her soft lips "What was that?" she asks, voice playful yet with a gentle seriousness that betrayed the vigor of Brittany's words.
Brittany licks her lips, reading Santana like a book "I haven't a clue what you're talking about" she instigates, watching the way Santana stalked toward her with unrelenting attention.
"Oh, I think you do" she plays along, reaching up to caress Brittany's cheek with a loving smile "That first part"
"Guys" Sam hobbles towards them, pushing back some of the new rigid and matting hair on his face "Can we stop with all the lovey crap, we're in a bit of a sticky situation" he says, pointing to the ever increasing amount of zombies dragging their way towards them.
"Right" Santana pulls herself together, pushing herself away from Brittany with a promising smirk that's matched by Brittany "We have to go"
A zombie reaches them and Brittany picks up the discarded bat and conks it on the head like it was noting, eyes never leaving Santana's, even as the blood splattered the side of her face.
Sam waits impatiently by the car, hand on his hairy hip "Guys!" he shouts at them, exasperated and scared. They seem to snap out of it, rushing towards the car, zombies hot on their tail "It's about bloody time" he growls when Santana unlocks the car, getting into the backseat of the car as fast as he can.
Brittany jumps in and slams the door just as a zombie reaches the car, crashing its head against the window to get in and shattering the glass a fraction away from breaking "Can we go now please?" Brittany squeaks, white as a sheet.
Santana swerves onto the street, knocking down a few of the walking lunatics plaguing the street "You wanna tell us why in the fuck you look like a cross between sparky the dog and Alfred the lunatic?" Santana stresses out, eyes darting across the burning roads.
Sam sticks his head between the two front seats "How should I know?"
Brittany frowns "Well it happened to you"
"I know but-" Santana swerves around a car on fire and he breaks speech to stop from hitting his head on the side of the seat "I don't know, it just happened, like an outer body experience. I got bit by this huge thing and then next thing I know I'm hulkin' it out with fur all over my body"
"Maybe you're a werewolf" Brittany laughs "All we need now is a couple of vampires, throw in a few angsty moments and we'll have ourselves a tween romance"
Santana laughs along and Sam rolls his eyes.
A clown appears on the road out of nowhere, its white jumpsuit stained red, bright blue wig and blotchy makeup standing out from the dark and haunted streets. Yet Santana ceases to see it until the last second and swerves, skidding along the pavement with a brutal screech that makes them all cringe, even when they're being tossed about like nobody's business.
Thanks to a strategically placed parking meter they scream to a stop, taking deep breaths to calm their racing hearts they look at each other for clarity on what just happened.
The clown hurries over to the passenger seat window which is now fully broken "Bad time to dress like a zombie clown, huh?" the now recognizable face of Quinn chuckles "Am I right?" she grins widely as each of the car's occupants turn slowly to look at her, a look of complete disbelief and annoyance on all their faces.
"Quinn!" Rachel's whiny voice comes from an alley nearby. Quinn rolls her eyes, turning her head to find Rachel stood with her arms folded and a displeased look on her face, Brittany moves to catch a glimpse of the girl and finds that she's dressed as the bride of Frankenstein "You were supposed to flag a car down not make it crash" she tells Quinn off, readjusting her rather large black and white wig when it started to fall to the side.
"Well maybe if you got off your ass and did it yourself we wouldn't be in this pickle!"
"I told you, if I get the dress dirty I can't take it back to the store"
Quinn turns to face Rachel head on, her hands on her hips "Oh of course!" she mocks "Not being able to take your dress back to the store is absolutely horrendous but sending someone dressed as a zombie to flag down a car when a zombie is exactly what everyone is avoiding is a perfectly air tight fucking plan"
Mike comes out from the alleyway, cowboy boots clinking on the ground "I think the girl from Carrie just tried to shank me" he murmurs and they all look at him like he's gone mad but soon change their minds when a long haired girl covered in pigs blood, screaming at the top of her lungs comes tearing through the alleyway and straight for Mike.
He goes to scream but Rachel does it for him, jumping into Quinn's arms as Mike can only stand frozen in fear.
Seconds from a head on collision, Santana is back on the scene, pushing Mike out of the way and kicking Carrie very hard and precisely in the tits, effectively stabbing her in the heart with the heel of her stilettos, bringing a whole new meaning to killer heels.
Quinn, Rachel and Mike stare in shock, Sam is more interested in picking at his new nails and Brittany practically drools in the passenger seat.
Santana kicks the crazy bitch off her shoe and turns to them– Brittany watches in awe- "You kids need to get your shit together" she tells them and tries to scrape some of the blood off of her shoe and onto the pavement.
A loud but far away scream came to their ears "What was that?" Quinn says in a very scared and quiet voice, her arms still around Rachel.
The screams became more frequent, one after the other, a pause and then a shrill blood curdling scream. Not a cry for help but for blood.
Santana's the first one to notice them "Get in the fucking car right now" she demanded through gritted teeth.
"Language…" Rachel trails off, her eyes falling upon the sight that makes her heart feel like it's taken up residence in her throat "Shit, you heard her get in the car" she says, pushing them all towards the car.
Not far from where they stand, open and vulnerable on the street, hundreds upon hundreds of things stand. Their bodies hunched over and jittering with the harsh breaths they took, eyes bloodshot and unclear, studying the bumbling figures of the six teenagers trying to jam into a five seater car. Muscles clenched and teeth gritted, the heard began to walk, letting out shrieks and cries of their broken and hungry bellies as they went.
Brittany watched the heard as she sat in the car, the occupants of which were still fighting over seats, bouncing in her need to get the hell out of there, eyes darting between her approaching death and the broken window that would surely seal her death.
The leader of the heard broke away and began to run, faster than Brittany had ever seen anyone run in her entire life, its foggy eyes set on the car and impending meal it knew to be inside.
Brittany was struggling to breathe.
"Move over"
"I am"
"You barely fucking moved"
"Shout at me again Quinn and I'll close the door and leave you on the street"
Santana punched the keys into the ignition, turned and found nothing but the sound of engine failure.
"You've changed your tune, seemed to me that you wanted the opposite of that just a few seconds ago"
"Exactly, a few seconds ago, as in the past. You should know by now that I change my mind every few seconds"
A hard bang resounds as two large stained and bloody hands slam onto the hood of the car. They look up to find the foggy and hungry eyes of the thing Brittany hopes to be a zombie but knows deep down is something else, something much worse. Santana finally manages to get the car to start, her eyes never leaving the beast staring down at them "Quinn" she says calmly "Get in the car right now and close the door"
Quinn doesn't hesitate, diving over their bodies to get inside and kicking Rachel to close the door behind her, she does so without the usual protestation.
The thing growls at them and Brittany really wishes she wasn't missing a window right now.
Santana puts on the hand break and starts to rev the engine, building up momentum in hopes of killing the thing in one pop. The others in the herd start to approach them at a rapid pace, casting shadows along the blood washed streets.
Santana lets go of the handbrake and the thing jumps, higher than is physically possible for any man to jump and straight onto the hood of the car, missing the built up force being forced upon his comrades.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me" Santana groans, swerving back and forth and back and forth to shake it off, traveling further and further down the road, successfully outrunning the herd but angering the beast on the hood of the car.
Somewhere along the line it grows tired of the jostling and grabs ahold of the car with his left hand, sending his right straight into the windshield.
It cracks with a sickening crunch.
"Holy shit" Quinn says in awe, still draped over Mike, Sam and Rachel's laps.
"What do I do?" Santana asks quietly, watching the thing bring its hand back to strike again.
"Go faster" Brittany tells her, face stern, and Santana accelerates at an exhilarating pace. It brings its fist down on the windshield once again, this time breaking through the glass, its bloody fist puncturing through the cracks "Brake." Brittany demands and Santana slams her foot down on the brake, making the car jerk forward harshly and sending the beast flying backwards onto the street, unfortunately for him, missing the arm still lodged in the windshield.
"Hey" Mike says in a light and airy voice, breaking the tense atmosphere, nudging Brittany's seat "He's like the juggernaut, except minus all the muscles"
"I'm so scared I think I'm gonna throw up" Sam murmurs from next to him.
Brittany picks up Santana's knife from the dashboard and hands it to her with a solemn nod; she brandished her bat and opened her car door, Santana following after her.
The quiet ding, ding, ding of the door open signal was the only sound on the dead street.
"I really am gonna throw up" Sam lets them all know, rolling down the window to blow chunks down the side of the car.
Rachel sticks her nose up at him "Such a lovely turn of events" she sighs sarcastically, staring out the window.
Brittany approaches the juggernaut with careful steps, eyeing its limp body as Santana came up beside her. By clear definition a juggernaut is an unstoppable force, so if this thing was going to do the right thing and live up to its name it should at least come back for one last scare.
Alas, it continues to lie limply on the cold ground. Santana kicks it for good measure "It kind of looks like my uncle Jim"
"Remind me to never meet your uncle Jim"
Rachel's head sticks out of the window just as they're walking back to the car "Wait, didn't it have brown hair? Not red?"
They look back but it's already too late. There's a loud scream, heavy and damp breathing in Brittany's ear and everything goes black.
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Brittany wakes with a start, head shooting up to bang rather painfully against an unfathomable object "Jesus"
"Britt, are you okay?"
Next thing she knows her head is being nestled in the lap of a very naked and sweaty Santana "What happened?" she asks, in a very gruff voice, eyes blinking rapidly to take in the dark room.
"We were having sex and you fell off the bed" Santana soothes, brushing through her hair and searching for any lumps from the harsh landing.
"Sounds like something I'd do" she murmurs, balling up a fist and punching the night stand lightly in silent revenge "Wait so not of that happened?"
Santana frowns "What happened?"
Brittany looks around the room for a moment "I don't know" she sits up to plant a kiss on Santana's lips "You'd be really sexy in a zombie apocalypse" she states.
"I know" Santana snorts and Brittany grins.
"I love you"
She messes up Brittany's hair affectionately "You're not so bad yourself" before standing with a groan and flopping back onto the bed.
Brittany stands to yawn and stretch, jumping down onto the bed with a smile on her face as Santana looks at with disdain, laid down next to her.
Outside the night air was cold and the sky alight with a full moon, Brittany shivered at the sight. "If I told you I was a little bit scared right now would you hold it against me?"
Santana looks over at her with raised eyebrows "Is that a pickup line?"
"No" Brittany utters, outraged, before thinking on it for a moment "Why, did it work?"
Santana grins "It might of" Brittany flips over, grabbing Santana's waist and growling into her neck with her best wolf impression "Scary" Santana laughs, arms coming around her neck. Brittany pulls away and howls at the moon just to show her how scary she can be, but only results in making her laugh even more.
Hopefully i added to the scariness of your halloween day or night, whenever you're reading this. if you're not reading this on halloween well what are you doing, get yourself together.
have a spooky night and i hope you eat a lot of junk food, get dressed up all fancy, scare some people, get scared and then do it all over again. for those who aren't doing anything, i hope you have a nice relaxing night in the bath or something, though you'll probably be on tumblr
love you lots