A/N: Thanks: Snorbie, bogey654, and cwazzy-gyal123.

~ "You're about to get the suprise of your life, if not a heart-attack. Too bad I won't be there to witness it..." ~

Nina snickered softly, as she carefully emptied the bottle's content in her sister's new handbag. If one saw her now, they would almost think that she had lots of experience with this kind of stuff. Well, a prankwar between her sister certainly had helped her there.

When she was done with everything, she closed the accessory again.

However, the smirk that adorned the woman's face just remained there. "You're about to get the surprise of your life, if not a heart-attack. Too bad I won't be there to witness it..."

Oh well. At least the rest of the town would be there to enjoy the wonderful sight. That counted for something too, right? Yes, this would show her.

She felt so evil for doing this. It was easy to compare with that same rush that the pretty blonde felt when she was standing in a battlefield, ready to finish her opponent with one last blow. That alone made this all worth it, but of course, the results counted the most. Anna was so going to get it this time! And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

"Anna."

Someone placed his hand on the brunette's shoulder and before she could recognize the male voice, muscle memory kicked in and she turned around in a swift move to give out the first punch. If it hadn't been for the man's quick reflexes, he would have had a terrible headache because of it.

"Hey, easy there. It's just me," he said.

"Oh... Oops!" Anna deflated slightly, now that she saw it was Paul Phoenix. "I'm sorry. I thought you were... someone else."

Nina, for example, she thought, but she had no intention of telling him; it would only lead to unnecessary questions.

"Hey, it's okay. Can't say it never happened to m-"

When he halted in the middle of his sentence, the femme fatale couldn't help but cock a thin brow at him. "What is it, Paul?"

"Oh, it's... I mean, there's a... uh..." the blond started, but he seemed a little unsure of how to finish.

"Oh, just spit it out already!"

"Uhm... You have a little problem. Your handbag," Paul said, pointing at said red accessory.

The pretty brunette followed his line of vision and looked down. Her eyes widened considerably in what had to be pure horror when she finally noticed the big black ants, all crawling out of her handbag at top speed. Some were even trying to climb on her arm. With a strangled shriek, she catapulted the handbag away from her, which landed a few meters further on the trottoir. Some people gave her funny looks, but she was just too shell-shocked at the moment to notice any of that (and to kick their butts for it).

It took her quite a while to control her breathing and her hand rested on her heart, the latter beating at least twice as hard now.

When she'd finally calmed down enough, only one thought crossed her mind. Of course, leave it to Nina to use her biggest fear against her... That filthy bitch! There was absolutely no doubt about the fact that she was probably laughing her head off, wherever she was at the moment.

Well, thankfully, she still had more than enough ideas to torment her up to the point where she would never dare to sleep anymore. And no, she felt not ashamed at all to use them against the blonde and she certainly wouldn't die without a fight.

"What are you looking at?" she almost-snarled at an overly curious passersby. The latter quickly averted his gaze and hurried away as fast as his legs could carry him.

A/N: Inspired by a conversation in which someone admitted to be scared of ants. So, who do you want to win this prankwar?

Next chapter (not the last yet!): "That was for the ants. Enjoy your book."