Song: This is Halloween - Nightmare Before Christmas

Adelaide waved to Chris through the window of the coffee shop. Grinning, he waved back, grabbed his coat, and met her outside. It was unnaturally chilly, even for the Olympic Peninsula, that night. The clouds threatened rain, but that wasn't unusual.
"Care to go for a walk?" He asked pleasantly.
Adelaide pulled her coat tighter around her. She had a nagging sensation that she shouldn't like where this is going. "Um, alright." She agreed reluctantly, the nippy wind blowing at her face.

She didn't notice that as the wind blew, Chris's lusting eyes, black with hunger, flash toward her. A malicious grin spread across his face. As they grew steadily farther from the populated part of Port Angeles and deeper into the streets that no tourist dared to go, Adelaide grew steadily more worried. She had felt almost comfortable with Chris up until this point. But now, every instinct was telling her to run, though there was something about him that was still compelling. There were no stars, the windows of the buildings they now walked among were darkened, and streetlights were a distant memory.

"Do you like it over here? It's one of my favorite places," Chris asked, a disconcerting grin on his face.
"No." They had stopped walking, and were now facing each other.
"Why?" he sauntered closer, his black eyes smoldering into hers.
"There's no one around."
"No, there isn't." He smirked maliciously, his white teeth shining through the darkness.
Whatever was compelling Adelaide to stay with Chris had suddenly vanished. The logical part of her brain was screaming at her to follow her instincts and run, run as fast as she could away. Stepping out into the street, she ran as fast as she could away from Chris. Buildings passed by rapidly as she sprinted away from instant danger. One second she could see the deserted street open in front of her, in the very next he was standing there, arms folded, an evil smirk played at his lips. Unable to stop, Adelaide crashed into his stone like figure, falling to the pavement. In one quick movement, he had grabbed her wrist, cutting off her circulation, and pulled her up so there were inches from each other.
"What are you running from Adelaide? There's nothing to be frightened of…" his lips were next to her ear, his deadly whisper was barley audible, yet every word made Adelaide quake. Her heart thudded uncontrollably in her chest and she was sure she had stopped breathing as Chris's lips moved from her ear to her neck. Letting out a blood curdling scream, she didn't hear the squeal of tires.

Without warning, Chris was thrown into one of the buildings on the other side of the street. Though the walls collapsed around him, he remained unscathed, and, much to Adelaide's horror, advanced once again, not to her savior, but to her. Her hands began to tremble as her feet remained rooted to the spot, unable to move. Only when a voice nearby called to her to move, did her feet release their bind, and she was able to dart across the street as a figure tackled her attacker. She sat against the brick wall, hugging her knees to her chest, watching the scene unfold around her. She couldn't make out any definite shapes, they were a blur as they wrestled on the pavement. How, she didn't know, but Chris seemed to break away from the fight and was suddenly right next to her. Her fearful crystal blue eyes locked with his malicious black ones. Fear struck her in every nerve of her body, unable to move. Closing her eyes was all she could do as she prepared for the worst as his cool lips brushed against her neck. But suddenly the feel of his cool lips was gone, and the sound of a collapsing building could be heard. Adelaide kept her eyes closed tightly as the remainder of the fight continued to unfold. She did, however, peak one eye open, only to be greeted with the sight of limbs flying everywhere, then crawling back to their owner. She closed her eyes tightly again, burying her face in her knees. It was like she had been stuck in the middle of the most frightening horror movie she had ever seen. What she wouldn't have given to have Michael Meyers chasing her down the street with his chainsaw. At least then, she would have known what her attacker was, unlike now.

"Addie…Addie, it's ok now, open your eyes," a soft, comforting voice pleaded. She would have no part of that. As long as her eyes were closed, she was allowed to believe she was safe and nothing was after her.
"Addie, nothing can hurt you now, it's all over." The voice was speaking to her as if she was a small child, and she resented that.
Slowly she cracked open her eyes, her hands still trembling in fright. The street was still deserted, but it was slightly lighter out. It was then that she noticed a large fire sitting only feet in front of her. She had so many questions, but her throat was dry, making her unable to speak. She tore her eyes away from the fire long enough to look around for her savior. She first spotted the gleaming black Porsche, the fire reflected in it, making it look dangerous. She then saw the owner of the car kneeling next to her. Scott's expression was a mix of worry and outrage, though it only intensified as he noticed her expression, no doubt of which was horror, pure horror.
"Are you hurt?"
Adelaide involuntarily flexed the fingers of the hand Chris had cut off the circulation in. It was sore, but it wasn't as bad as it could've been, no breaks. She took slow, deep breaths in order to calm herself. She had realized she'd barley been breathing through the whole ordeal.
"Please say something…" his voice was even quieter, as if he was the one at fault.
She turned her head slowly to face him, and froze. The pale skin, the dark eyes, the gleaming white teeth, the figure of a statue, Scott had it all. Terror flowed through every cell of her body as she moved as quickly away from him as she could. He reached out a tentative hand toward her, but she was already on her feet. Her eyes wide with fear, she shot one last look toward Scott, and ran away.

Her hands trembled as she searched for her keys, deciding it was a miracle having gotten them in the ignition. She sped away from Port Angeles as fast as her car would go. Once back at her house, she sprinted up the stairs and into her bedroom. Locking the door, then the window, she curled up into her bed. After tossing and turning well into the night, she finally fell into a sleep filled with nightmares.