Hi everyone! I would just like to thank everyone's support for this story. Thank you for your reviews, follows, and favorites, and motivating me to write. After this chapter, there will be two chapters left. I thought really hard whether or not Edward and Daniella would get together, and I came up with the ending in-line with AHS's surprising, unexpected endings. Hope you'll like it! ;)

CHAPTER 15

Dora's body lay lifeless on the floor, the blood flowing out of her neck and staining the white marble floor. Convulsing to death, Dora looked past Dandy's legs, at his disheveled sister, Daniella. Her mouth was filled the blood that couldn't flow through her throat and instead overflowed upwards, but her eyes gave Daniella what she wanted to say: Run!

Daniella screamed, her heart pounding at the gruesome sight. Dandy, in a shredded-up, stained clown costume, turned to stare her down with the biggest grin she had ever seen. On one hand was the mask that looked just like Mr. Clown's mask, on the other, a bloodied knife.

"Happy Halloween, Danie." He said in a strained voice, as though he was weary from shouting. He took one step towards her.

Of course, Daniella realized, remembering all the times Dandy was gone with Mr. Clown. He helped him kidnap those children. Why didn't I figure this out when Edward told me? The knife was still in Dandy's hand, and with her mood-swing-prone brother, Daniella took no chance.

Daniella never ran faster, her heart beating twice as fast—she prayed she wouldn't pass out from it. She screamed as she ran up the stairs, Dandy right behind her. Dandy leaped up the stairs behind her, catching her heel and making her stumble. He tried pulling her down, but Daniella kicked him in the face with one of her flats, making him groan and slash blindly at her ankle.

Daniella yelped in pain, but struggled to get up and run away before Dandy could climb. She turned right, crossing the hallway. She ran for the veranda balcony, hoping to jump off and run to the Morgenstern mansion for help. She limped towards the door.

It was locked.

And Dandy was walking menacingly behind her.

Daniella felt a tight grip and yelped at the sight of a pale Mr. Clown, sans his mask. With a scared look in his eyes, he tugged at Daniella's arm, signaling him to follow him into Dandy's playroom.

"DON'T YOU DARE ENTER MY PLAYROOM!" Dandy shrieked. "NO GIRLS!"

A second person, a tall black man with large eyes, yanked her in the room before both of them disappeared altogether. Daniella limped back to the door to close them, but Dandy gave a powerful kick that broke the door and knocked her to the ground.

"I told you not to enter." He growled, walking slowly towards her. "Just because you're a stupid girl doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want."

Daniella groveled backwards, her slashed ankle twisted in a sprain. "Dandy, what the—"

"SHUT UP!" He screeched. "You…you think you get to do whatever you want. Leave me with mother in London. Blackmail me into lying to her. And then laughing at my face, stealing what mom paid for me. I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!"

Daniella raised her other leg and kicked him in the shin, quickly crawling away, crying. She felt Dandy grab her leg, dragging her to the center of his room's stage.

"Let's do a play Danie," He said in a cheerful voice. "C'mon, it'll be a dry rehearsal—get up."

Dandy kicked her to the side of the stage and began tap dancing, waving at the stuffed toys lined in rows below the stage. "Get. Up!" He whined as he kicked her in the stomach, making her gasp as the air left her. Her heart was beating fast—too fast. I have to find a way out.

"Hmm, you were never really much of a dancer." He said, looking down disdainfully at his twin. Looking at his bloodied knife, Dandy watched his sister's eyes on it before stomping on her broken foot. Daniella screamed again, knowing that if no one could hear her, she was probably dead.

Daniella looked into her brother's eyes and saw the insanity. I'm gonna die.

"What about juggling?" Dandy grinned, dropping a bag of juggling bats on her face. Daniella whimpered, feeling the bruised spots on her face. Her vision turned blurry, looking at Dandy looking down at her like a child looking at a lost puppy.

"Well, I guess you're not good at anything." He said with mock innocence. "I guess you can just lay down there while I finish up last night's magic show, ladies and gentlemen: sawing a girl in half!"

There was no doubt that what happened to Dora would also happen to her. She thought of Dora, her only friend in this house…dead. If I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, She thought bravely. And I'm not gonna play. "Go fuck yourself, Dandy!" She screamed contemptuously.

Dandy's cheery demeanor broke, replaced by a sinister glare. "Die, you bitch!"

He raised the knife over her, smiling wickedly as he aimed right for her neck. Daniella knew she was going to die, but she wasn't going to give Dandy the satisfaction of seeing her scared. She willed herself to stop shaking, and she closed her eyes. Beats dying by someone you love…I think.

She heard a gut-wrenching sound of a stab through skin and muscle, followed the spray of warm, sticky fluid on her face. When she didn't feel the pain that was supposed to follow, she opened her eyes.

Standing over her, Dandy gaped in silent pain, grasping his heart, or at least the blade of the dagger that passed through it. Behind him, Edward stood tall behind him, like a knight in shining armor with fury in his eyes, one hand on the blade that pierced Dandy's heart, another wrapped around Dandy as he convulsed slowly, shaking onto the floor when Edward let go.

Edward looked down on her. "I heard you scream—I just had to come back."

He pulled Daniella up, and she winced when she put pressure on her foot. She tried bending, but her gut still ached from Dandy's kick and she found it hard to breath. Edward let her lean on him, helping her to the couch filled with toys. "Are you hurt?"

"Just my foot—I'm fine." Daniella assured him.

"Thank goodness you're still alive." Edward hugged her tightly before helping her on the couch. "When I saw Dora downstairs, I was scared I was too late until I heard you scream. I thought I gave up killing you just for someone else to do it."

Daniella looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her face and dress had a few splats of blood—her twin brother's blood—and her foot was bloodied and her face starting to show signs of bruising. Across the room, it looked like Dandy had finished a fucked up performance, lying in a pool of blood, facing the stuffed toys who gave no applause, his lips curled into the thinnest of smiles.

"I can't leave now," Edward brushed a lock of hair away from Daniella's face, ignoring the giggling of It behind him. "I have to make sure you're okay."

Daniella sighed. "This is going to make leaving so much harder now, now that you're back."

Edward smiled at Daniella's ability to remain calm, despite the fact that her brother was dead and all. She turned away from him and froze, stifling a scream in fright. Standing over her brother was, unnervingly, her brother, only pale and wearing the mask. Next to him were five other pale figures who looked like members from a freak show. There was Mr. Clown next to Dandy, and next to him the washed out black giant, and then a dwarf who looked like he came out of a TV show. On the right, a large woman with cross-eyes next to another woman whose blank stare made Daniella a bit scared. Unlike the others she did not know, Mr. Clown smiled at her, though in a sad, tired, defeated kind of way, while Dandy looked at her as though he wanted nothing more to kill her but something was stopping him.

"Edward…" Daniella had to point at the freaks on the stage, Edward too distracted with her to notice.

Edward took one calm look at the freaks, looking at Dandy with disdain like looking at a bundle of goods that had one extra thing he wish he didn't have. "Leave us."

The freaks, including Dandy, followed, exiting the door in a straight line. Edward turned to Daniella. "Seems like I have myself an unwanted addition—no, it's not your fault Daniella." Edward brushed some blood off of Daniella's face as he caressed her. "Pray I show your brother's soul mercy when I return to my own world."