Hey, Creaturemaster here! Bet you weren't expecting another chapter so soon, huh? I am on a role!
Okay, to tell you the truth, I am on Spring Break and I hardly have anything to do but write more chapters for this wondrous story. Then again, that means more reading for you guys, eh?
Now, I've pretty much used up all of my creativity for author notes from the last two chapters or so. Thankfully, I don't have to be creative for this one! Basically, a reader by the name of Blitzwing101 has suggested a pretty cool idea for a filler chapter later on.
Essentially, this chapter would involve Ben and a few of his ghouls being summoned to a sort of championship, with characters from other franchises also making appearances as they all fight for a grand prize. Now, I think this idea is pretty fabulous and might make a good ending chapter for this awesome story. But before I write it, I want to hear your feedback about the idea and possible suggestions.
For this chapter, I would like to thank both Zak Saturday for giving me the idea with Casta, and Morantis for helping me figure out how on earth to set up Ben and Clawdeen's date! Read it and weep, guys!
As always, comment, review, suggest, and request down below! And I'm still excepting Nemetrix predators! Send 'em in if you haven't already because the contest is closing soon!
Onwards!
Ben shifted in his sleep and slowly cracked open an eye, his body stiff and limp as a noodle at the same time, if that was possible. He felt so tired, it felt like he hadn't slept in eons. Then again, he had hardly rested at all during his time travel mess, never getting a chance to get a full nights sleep before he was sucked into another rescue mission or battle that would most likely result in him kicking the other person's butt. Ben sucked in another breath and stiffed a yawn, stretching his body without getting up in bed; he wasn't quite ready to move just yet.
A soft snore caught his attention, he looked down to see Jinafire in her night clothes lying next to him, her head resting on his bare chest as an arm was hooked protectively across from him. On other side, Spectra rested her head next to Ben's, her cape of purple locks covering most of her pale face as she slept. At the foot of the bed was Jane wrapped up tightly in a blanket like a caterpillar inside of a cocoon; Ben decided not to disturb any of them and instead decided to simply rest in bed and try to fully wake himself up.
The events from last night came rushing back to him; Frankie's parents, after a few minutes of yelling back and forth with Ben behind a locked door and the Steins on the other side, had finally managed to convince them to let them in and return their daughter to him. Ben figured that he wouldn't be seeing Frankie at school for a few days, not until Frankie herself managed to convince them that she was fine and would survive to live another day. Ben doubted he would even be able to see her for a few days after that, much less even be able to talk to her.
And there was Charmcaster. She had been worried sick about Ben and the others when he didn't return until past midnight, and had nearly smothered him to death upon walking back in through the front door; it took the combined strength of Jinafire, Jane, and Spectra to pry the sorceress lose and a tad longer to let them simply crash for the night and explain themselves in the morning. Ben could only imagine how Charmcaster would act when she was told that they were technically gone for two months at the very least.
"Morning, handsome." Spectra yawned with a smile, her hair frizzy and hot with static electricity from the hot night.
"Morning, beautiful," Ben smiled. "Sleep well?"
"As much as anyone who's been dragged through time and space by their shape-shifting boyfriend can." Spectra smiled, kissing Ben on the cheek. "I hear you're going on a date with Clawdeen later. Where do you plan on taking her?"
"Wherever she wants to go," Ben shrugged. "And you're okay with this?"
"Of course I am," Spectra smiled. "You can't help it if you're so attractive. And besides, you already got nearly have a dozen ghouls with you, me included. A few more isn't gonna hurt anyone."
"Yeah, except me. Imagine what my mom's gonna think." Ben cracked.
"Well, worry about that later. For the moment, just enjoy the fact that you're so popular with the ladies." Spectra smiled, kissing him on the cheek again as Ben turned red; it wasn't just the compliment that made him change color, but how Spectra was dressed as well. All he had really done before passing out in the guest room's bed was take off his shirt and change into a pair of black sweatpants Frankie had bought for him to keep warm on chilled nights. Spectra however, was dressed in a white nightgown that was barely visible against her pale skin. Not only that, but it was see through too, Spectra's black bra and panties showing up incredibly clear and taunting Ben. He resisted the urge to tear the clothing off of her and merely settled back into bed.
Spectra smiled and saw that restrained, lustful look in his eye. Soon, Ben, she thought. Just wait a little longer. But that doesn't mean I can't pleasure you now. With a seductive smile, she laid back down next to Ben and slithered an arm across his chest, like a snake sliding over a well worn rock. Ben saw that look in Spectra's eye and didn't move as she took his lips in hers and moved her hand up to his head, forcing him closer and deepening the kiss as her tongue slipped back his lips and into his mouth. To most people it seemed impossible for a human and a ghost to behave in such a manner, but Ben and Spectra somehow managed to defy the logic that they should pass right through each other. Spectra moaned slightly as Ben ran his hands down her spine, nimbly skipping over her bra strap and just barely touching the hem of her panties as he continued to slide them up and down her body; he was teasing her, and Spectra was enjoying it; and with the presence of two other ghouls a mere foot away, Spectra couldn't help but feel naughty.
Ben, seeming to sense the feeling, slid his hands down her spine, his fingers just barely sliding under her bra strap and lifting it back just a tiny bit amount of before continuing its journey down her back; Spectra shivered at the gesture and forced her tongue deeper into Ben's mouth, her fingers digging into his hair and pressing into his scalp. Ben suddenly cupped his hands like a pair of eagle's talons, a move he had seen Ying perform back in Fanghai, and suddenly squeeze Spectra's ass with great force; had their lips not been pressed together, Spectra would have screamed with delight as Ben rubbed slow circles into the flesh, pulling her close and holding her tight as they bodies fit into the other with ease.
"I love you." Spectra moaned, lightly kissing Ben's neck and collar bone area.
"I love you too." Ben told her, taking her lips in his and sliding his own tongue past her full lips, Spectra muffled moaning making him pleasure her all the more as he played with ass more. Eventually they had to stop when Jinafire and Jane started to stir, the happy couple sharing one last kiss before settling back into bed as if nothing had happened.
"Good morning, Ben." Jinafire smiled. "I assume you are well rested?"
"Well, I don't feel like I'm gonna drop dead from exhaustion anymore if that's what you're asking," Ben replied. "Who knew yelling at a reanimated corpse could be so tiring?"
The dragon smiled as Jane turned over in her sleep, quietly asking for five more minutes. "I hope my sudden appearance and attire does not startle you." she apologized; similar to Spectra, she wore a orange nightgown that showed off her curves and allowed her tail and flow out to its full length while showcasing her dark, purple bra and underwear, a small smile coming to her lips when she saw she was driving Ben wild.
"Not at all." Ben yawned, sitting up in bed and stretching before scooting to the edge and climbing to his feet to grab his T-shirt that hung over the back of a chair that sat facing a desk. He was unaware that the ghouls were a little disappointed to see him put his shirt back on, but Ben didn't notice as he made his way to the door and down to the kitchen, the ghouls following after him and not bothering to change; other than Ben, the entire house only had girls.
"Well look who finally decided to show up." Charmcaster greeted them with a semi-sarcastic manner. "It's about time you woke up. I was afraid I would have to eat breakfast all by myself."
"Since when do you cook?" Ben asked as he grabbed his plate of bacon and eggs and opted to lean against the counter as he scarfed it down; Spectra, unable to eat normal foods because of her physiology, opted for just some orange juice as Jinafire roasted her slices of Ghost Toast over her open lips, scorching to the right temperature with her flaming breath.
"I didn't always steal my food, Ben," Charmcaster replied with a role of her eyes. "I mean, sure I sometimes stole ingredients, but I know how to make home cooked meals."
"Can you try teaching my mom a thing or two? I swear, only Rook can eat the stuff she makes." he joked. The ghouls all shared a laugh before a loud noise interrupted them, filling the kitchen with noise.
"It started when an alien device did what it did!"
"It stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid!"
"Now he's got super powers, he's no ordinary kid! He's Ben 10!"
"That would be me." Ben smiled sheepishly, setting down his plate and grabbing his iCoffin on the counter as it buzzed. Ben paused, ignoring the rock and roll version of his own theme song and checked the number; it wasn't one that he recognized. Curious, he pressed the answer button and held it up to his ear.
"Hello?" he answered.
"Hello? Is this Ben Tennyson?" a woman's voice asked desperately over the phone.
"Speaking." Ben hummned.
"Oh, thank ghoul! Listen I need your help!"
"Hold that thought," Ben stopped. "Just who exactly is calling?"
"What? Oh, sorry. It's just that things have been going crazy over where I am and-"
"Stop. Tell me your name." Ben demanded in a calm voice.
A deep breath came from the other end, as if the person were trying to calm herself. "Right. Sorry. My name is Casta Fierce." the woman answered.
"Hold that thought." Ben told her once more before putting his hand over the phone and turning to the ghouls. "Any of you know a Casta Fierce?"
"Are you kidding me!?" Spectra practically screamed. "Casta's only one of the biggest musicians in history!"
"Then why haven't I heard of her yet?" Ben asked.
"Because Casta has an unfortunate habit of turning her fans into animals," Jinafire explained. "One slip of her lyrics, and the audience is no longer the same."
"So her music is only really safe on a recording," Spectra continued. "And because of this, she only ever does one live performance on Halloween night."
"Alright," Ben mused before returning his attention back to the phone. "Sorry about that. What do you need?"
Casta gulped nervously on the other end before speaking. "You're the alien kid, right? The one with the watch?"
"Yeah, why do you wanna know?" Ben asked suspicously.
"Oh, thank ghoul," Casta sighed with relief. "I need you to be my bodyguard for a few days."
"I am not just bodyguard for hire," Ben frowned. "But lets say I take the job. Why do you need a bodyguard?"
Casta sighed, as if she was very tired. "Look, I can't explain to much. I'm afraid the lines might be tapped or something."
"This is a cell phone." Ben pointed out.
"Still," Casta sighed. "Look, can you just meet me at Dread Lobster at around noon? I can explain everything there."
"Depends," Ben said with a small smirk. "Is this a date?"
"No!" Casta protested. "More like a business lunch if anything."
"Alright, I'll meet you at Dread lobster's at noon so you can try to convince me to work for you. Deal?" Ben asked.
"Deal." Casta responded. "See you in an hour." she added before hanging up.
Ben turned off the iCoffin and set it down on the counter, picking up his plate of food and starting to eat again while the ghouls waited with bated breath. "Well?" Spectra asked earnestly.
"She wants me to be her bodyguard." Ben replied through a mouthful of eggs.
"Are you going to take the job?" Jinafire asked.
"Don't know," Ben shrugged. "But it looks like I'll have to reschedule my date with Clawdeen."
"Oh, she's not gonna like that." Charmcaster frowned. "By the way, why is your ring tone a version of your theme song?"
"You have a theme song?" Spectra asked.
"Comes with being world famous," Ben shrugged. "People produce all these TV shows and movies about my adventures and what not and I'm sometimes asked to act in them when they can't get a hold of any alien actors willing to work."
"But why is your ring tone your theme song?" Charmcaster asked. "For that matter, how is it your ring tone? Last time I checked, you weren't exactly world famous in this universe." the sorceress pointed out.
"At one point I used Grey Matter to try and open up a wormhole back home," Ben replied. "Didn't worj though. All I managed to do was hack into a computer on the other side and that song just happened to be on it, among other things." Ben told them. "Plus, it reminds me of home."
"Fair enough," Charmcaster shrugged. "What movie is that song from anyway? I've only seen one of them."
"Race Against Time if I remember correctly," Ben said, finishing his eggs and setting them in the sink. "And you've seen my movies?"
"I got bored once, alright?" Charmcaster grumbled. "It was terrible by the way."
"Hey, don't blame me. Blame the writers." said Ben. "Any of you ghouls want the shower first? Brainstorm managed to get the pipes flowing again."
Spectra shook her head. "No, you're the one with the two hot dates today." she smiled.
"One date," Ben corrected her. "Casta and I are strictly on business."
"If you say so." Spectra smirked as Ben climbed the stairs back up to the second floor and went into the guest room. Jane was still curled up on the end of the bed, completely wrapped up in her blanket as she dozed off; Ben ignored her, letting her rest, as he grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and a towel from the dresser and made his way to the bathroom, whistling his theme song all the while.
Jane sucked in a deep breath and exhaled, relishing the feel of the warm water washing down over her naked body. Despite having almost been passed out for the past several hours, she still felt exhausted and her mind was all buzzy, like she had drunk too much coffee. She would have joined everyone else downstairs for breakfast, but she was not necessarily hungry nor quite ready to be around others at the moment.
Despite the reassurances of Robecca, Venus, and Ben, she was still unsure of her relationships with them. It wasn't that she didn't like them, she really did love them all; Robecca for her patience and levelheadedness, Venus for her wild and carefree spirit, and Ben for his sense of humor and bravery, among other things. But what worried her the most was what other people would think of them. While all their friends were completely fine and actually support their relationships with each other, she was more concerned about the rest of the student body would say when they saw them together. What would they think? Would they ridicule her? Tease her? Call her names?
She suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head and she hissed as she held her throbbing skull with one hand; the other was shaking violently, twisting up and down at the wrist as her bones ground and shifted, her nails forming into razor sharp talons. Jane quickly sucked in a breath and tried to steady her jittery nerves, focusing on clearing her mind. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand stopped convulsing and jolting and the cracking sound stopped, the talons returning back to their normal length.
"It happened again." Jane panted, ignoring the warm water pouring down on her head. Ever since meet with the Time Patrol, her mind had been abuzz with worry and angst. Sure, it was reassuring to see Hexiciah so defendant of his daughter's relationship with her and Venus, but the words still stung like the time she had accidentally been stung by a scorpion; it had been an accident, and the scorpion was terrible sorry it had happened, though Jane couldn't quite blame for assuming she was an enemy. After that, they became quite good friends.
She was so deep in thought and worry, she didn't hear the door to the bathroom open, or the sound of clothes being removed and tossed to the floor, or the sound of a peppy tune being whistled a tad off key. In fact, she didn't know that she wasn't alone in the bathroom until the shower curtain had been yanked aside.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!" Jane screamed instinctively covering her body with her arms and hands.
"AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!" Ben cried, equally shocked and surprised. "Oh, Sphinx! I nearly had a heart attack." he breathed, clutching his chest with one hand.
"You had a heart attack? What about me!?" Jane cried, yanking the shower curtain to cover her naked form. "What are you doing in here anyways?" she asked after she had managed to calm herself down a little.
"I was going to take a shower to get ready for my date," Ben explained. "But since I got a call from Casta Fierce, it looks like that'll have to wait. I'm suppose to meet her at Dread Lobster in an hour." said Ben before realizing something. "I'll just, uh, go somewhere else." he said, slowly making his way towards the door.
"Ben, wait." Jane sighed; she couldn't believe she was going to do this. "Since you have to be going soon and I'm done with my shower, do you . . . want to join?" she winced. The idea sounded absolutely horrible and frightening in her head, and she had no doubt alienated Ben in every way imaginable for even suggesting it.
"If you're okay with it . . ." Ben trailed off.
"Absolutely." Jane reassured him nervously, her violet cheeks flushing a deep magenta as she pulled the curtain aside and let Ben climb into the shower with her and move underneath the running shower head.
"You sure this isn't making you uncomfortable or anything?" Ben asked as he started to suds his hair. "You're sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes." Jane managed to say, trying to avert her gaze from Ben as he swiped a sponge over her arms.
"Good. So we agree that we never talk about this again?" Ben asked.
"Agreed." Jane nodded.
The two simply stood there for the next couple of minutes simply getting clean and taking turns getting soaked underneath shower head while the other lathered up. Jane mostly concentrated on averting her gaze towards the times she and Ben swapped places, trying to ignore his strong muscles and surprisingly thick member that made her turn red; Ben was having a similar problem trying tear his eyes away from Jane's small breasts and ass, trying to make her her as comfortable as possible.
"You're sure you're okay with this?" Ben asked after a few minutes.
"I'm fine Ben," Jane reassured him. "I am not going to collapse at any minute."
"I know," Ben said as he rinsed the soap out of his hair. "It's just that you're always so . . ."
"Scared?" Jane supplemented the word.
"I was going to say 'easily startled'." said Ben. "Growing up in the jungle didn't really help your social skills, did it."
"Unfortunately no." Jane sighed.
"Do you ever regret it? Growing up in the jungle I mean." Ben asked.
"Sometimes," Jane admitted. "Sometimes I wish I had been born in a normal house in a normal city with a normal life and not have been born in the wild with no one to talk to. But then again I wouldn't have made so many animal friends or met you and the girls."
"You mean Venus and Robecca?"
"Yes." Jane replied.
"And you love them?"
"Very much," Jane admitted. "It's not everyday a ghoul goes after one guy and ends up with a mini-pack herself." she added with pink cheeks.
"Funny. I was thinking the same thing about my harem." Ben smiled.
Jane blinked. "Has it ever worried you that people won't approve of you relationships with so many ghouls to the point where they'll force you to only love one?" she asked.
"A little," Ben admitted with a shrug. "But I'm letting that happen. I love you all too much to let someone else tell me how to live my life. Even if it might be my own parents."
"And your parents would be okay with you dating monsters?" Jane asked.
"They've already excepted the fact that I might not find a human girlfriend, considering my job." Ben admitted with a smile. "It's not exactly easy to keep a girlfriend when you might have to leave right in the middle of a date to go kick some bad guy's ass."
"I assumed," Jane sighed, stepping under the show head and washing herself clean. "You almost done?"
"Almost." Ben said.
"I'll leave you to it then," Jane spat out a mouthful of water and made her way to the edge of the shower, shaking her feet free of any water as she stepped out. Suddenly, her foot slipped on the wet floor and she fell back, yelping with fright and crashed into Ben, both of them falling to the floor and laying there for a few moments as the shower pelted them with water.
"Ow." Ben moaned. "You okay?" he asked, sitting up and rubbing his aching skull."
"Uh, B-ben? D-d-do you m-mind?" Jane stammered, trying to stifle a moan of pleasure.
Ben blinked and tried to see what Jane was getting at before he realized that his fully erected member was placed right between her legs when Jane had landed on him. With a yelp, Ben shoved Jane off of him and scrambled to his feet, rapidly apologizing under his breath. "Sorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorrysorry!"
"Ben, calm down," Jane managed to say. "It was an accident. And besides, no else but us knows, right?"
Ben's paused in mid step, his entire face a beet red as he hiked up a towel around his waist, his clothes stuffed under one arm as he reached for the door knob with the other. "I guess." he surrendered, relaxing slightly. "When did you become so calm?"
"Since you told me everything was going to be alright." Jane smiled, climbing to her feet and shutting off the water.
"I told you that numerous times before." Ben pointed out.
"Yes, but it never hurts to have a refresher, now does it?" Jane smiled, hugging him and kissing him on the cheek; Ben was dully aware that her breasts were pressed against his chest. Not that he minded all that much. "Good luck on your date." Jane smiled.
"It's not a date!" Ben argued over his shoulder as he left.
Casta bit her lip and looked frantically at her watch: it read 12:15. The witch glanced nervously about, her lavender eyes tracing over the other patrons of the restaurant; every variety of monster imaginable could be seen seated at one table or other, feasting on an assorted seafood and other delicacies. The pop star however, didn't see innocent monsters just trying to enjoy themselves and have a good time. No, she saw terrorists, monsters who wanted her dead. She saw beady eyes watching her every move, plotting the cleanest and most effective way to kill her while making it incredibly painful at the same time; she adjusted her glasses and pulled her black hood over her head a little tight to hide her identity. So far, no one had recognized her.
The ringing of a bell met her ears and she turned her head up just enough to see a boy walk through the front doors of the restaurant, glancing around and admiring the decorations and architecture. He had scruffy brown hair and bright green eyes that held both a limited amount of intellect and an unlimited amount of bravery. He wore a white and green hoodie with a set of green and black headphones around his neck, his hands shoved deep into his brown cargo pants; Casta instantly recognized who he was and got up from her table and left a hundred dollar bill, briskly walked over to him before he could talk to an attendant.
"Are you Ben Tennyson?" she asked, even though she already knew the answer.
"Yes," Ben answered. "You Casta?"
"Shhhhhhhh!" the witch hissed furiously. "I can't let anyone know I'm here."
"Right," Ben whispered. "So, uh, what's the problem?"
"I'll explain later," said Casta. "It's not safe for me here."
Ben sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. Where to?"
"Follow me." Casta instructed, taking Ben's hand in hers and pulling him out through the doors he had just walked through and back out into the cold November air; it took a little while for Ben to get use to the fact that no time had passed since he had been warped to the future, and could hardly still believe it was still November, almost December now that he thought about it. He allowed Casta to drag him down the sidewalk and towards a nearby park, walking down the path before she suddenly dove into a bush and pulled Ben in along with her.
"Hey, a little warning next time!" Ben yelped, spitting out a mouthful of leaves.
"Sorry," Casta apologized. "But I'm not safe in one spot for long."
"You're acting like someone wants to kill you." Ben pointed out.
"That's because someone does." Casta said sadly, slipping off her black hood and glasses to reveal pale, green skin and bright, lavender eyes underneath frazzled black and orange hair; she looked like she had been up all night, unable to sleep. With a sigh, she reached into the pocket of her black sweatshirt and pulled out a letter whose corners were slightly torn, as if they the piece of paper had been torn off of something.
"Someone threw this through the window of my house on a brick." Casta told Ben as she handed the letter to him. The letter had barely left her hands before she suddenly had second thoughts and yanked the letter out of his fingers. "Change into an alien. One of your strongest ones." she demanded. "I need to know you're the real thing."
Ben sighed and turned to the Omnitrix, cycling through the roster before selecting one at random and pressing down on the activation button; the green light washed over his form, blinding Casta in the small space of the bush as Ben's DNA was rearranged and changed. His skin began to harden into a smooth covering, little diamonds and crystals racing up his arms and legs to cover him as his bones disappeared altogether and he shot upwards a few feet. Ben felt his jaw line push out a little ways, his teeth fusing together into two, hard plates as his head pinched back into a sharp crest. Two, sharp blades suddenly sprouted from his back as his entire body hardened into a diamond-like substance, a black and green jumpsuit materializing on with the Omnitrix attached to a belt around his waist, completing the transformation.
"Satisfied?" Diamondhead asked, the top half of his back blades sticking up out of the bush even if he crouched as low to the ground as possible.
"Very. You can stay like that while we talk." said Casta, handing him the letter and already feeling much safer around the Petrosapien. Diamondhead took the large in his large fingers and opened as carefully as possible, squinting his eyes to read the letter.
STOP PLAYING MUSIC. YOU ARE A THREAT AND A MENACE TO NORMIES EVERYWHERE AND ARE HEREBY ORDERED TO CEASE ALL ACTIVTIES INVOLVING YOUR CAREER AS A MUSICIAN. IF YOU DO NOT COMPLY, WE WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE ACTION AGAINST YOU AND END YOU AND YOUR CAREER. STOP PLAYING MUSIC AND YOU WILL LIVE. REFUSE, AND WE WILL NOT HESITATE TO KILL YOU AND YOUR MONSTER SCUM.
"Very direct, aren't they?" Diamondhead said dully. "So this is why you need me as a bodyguard?"
"Exactly," Casta said sadly, hugging her knees. "I don't want to give up music. It's my life. But what am I supposed to do when my next concert or recording could be my last?"
"Keep doing what you love, that's what." Diamondhead replied, crumbling up the letter in his hands. "What I don't get is why this guy's going after you and not Catty Noir or Elissabat. Imean, you only really perform publicly once a year, so why is this guy only threatening you?"
"I have no idea." Casta sighed. "It's probably because my songs are more dangerous than others."
"Right. If sing one word wrong, you can accidentally change someone into an animal." Diamondhead mused. "Fine. I'll take the job until this creep's caught." Casta seemed to collapse from relief. "Oh, thank ghoul! I didn't think I was gonna find someone in time!"
"Uh, what's that suppose to mean?" the Petrosapien asked, confused.
"I'm having a charity concert tomorrow. All ticket sales will go towards a music program for orphans, and I was afraid I would be attacked tomorrow." Casta explained. "Concert starts at 8:00, be at this address by 6:00," Castat instructed. "You attend Monster High, right?"
"Um, yeah?" Diamondhead said.
"Bring anyone you like with you. The more eyes, the better." Casta sighed with relief, handing Diamondhead a slip of paper with her address on it. "Any questions?"
"Uh, yeah. What am I getting out of this?"
"You'll be paid 750.00 an hour, and you'll get double that if you catch this creep in the act." Casta promised him, her face splitting into a small smile when he saw Diamondhead's jaw drop. "So, you're in?"
"And I can bring anyone I want to the concert?" Diamondhead asked.
"If they check out with the rest of security. Since you're the most capable, you'll have the final say in things, but the other members will have to check them out just to be sure," Casta explained. "I'm a little paranoid right now, alright!"
"Okay, okay! Chill out!" Diamondhead raised his hands in surrender. "Do you want me to take you home for a little bit? You look like you haven't slept well in a while."
"If it's not too much trouble." Casta sighed, rubbing her aching temples. Diamondhead nodded and slapped the activation button and holding still as the Omnitrix briefly turned him back to his human form, faster than the eye could blink, before injecting a new set of DNA into his bloodstream. His back expanded outwards, becoming dome-shaped and hardening into a tough shell as his fingers all fused together and his arms flattened out into large paddles that quickly turned into flippers. His toes ripped out of his shoes, fusing together into three, stubby claws on his short legs as the shell on his face expanded to engulf his head and chest, a small hole opening up near the top to allow Ben's head through as his lips turned into a hardened beak. Six, large holes suddenly opened up on his carapace, the Omnitrix appearing on his chest and completing the transformation as his skin turned a rough, green in color and texture.
"Ready to fly?" Terraspin asked, giving a small jump and spinning his large flippers as his legs fused together into a third; the flippers quickly spun on their own axis like the blades of a helicopter and blowing the bush away.
"Just when I thought I'd seen everything, I suddenly get the opportunity to ride on the back of a flying turtle." Casta mumbled under her breath, climbing on top of the shell and hanging on tight as the Geochelone Aerio to the skies with a loud beating sound.
Clawdeen growled and popped her gum loudly, glancing at the large grandfather clock that sat in the foyer of her house. She had gotten a call around room from Ben saying that he needed to reschedule the time of the date for later, suggesting some time around 6:00. Clawdeen had agreed, thankful that she would have more time to look her best, though she really hadn't changed much from her original look. She still wore her long-sleeved jacket ringed with faux fur and her pink and black tiger striped tank top underneath with her choker and necklace around her neck. She still wore her purple miniskirt and long, black and purple boots that nearly touched her knees. Really, the only thing different about her was her hair; she decided to keep it nice and normal, so as not to instigate anything with Ben, and only limited herself to putting several red streaks in it.
"What're you doing?" Howleen asked, walking in from the kitchen and noticing her older sister louging impatiently on the couch.
"Waiting for my date, what does it look like?" Clawdeen sighed with annoyance.
"You mean the alien kid? Why are you going out with him?" Howleen asked.
"Hey, you never seen him in action. You never seen him crack skulls like they were eggs." Clawdeen defended Ben.
"So what, you actually believe all that stuff people say about him?" Howleen asked with slight laugh. "Never took you for one to believe in conspiracy theories, sis."
"I don't," Clawdeen growled. "And I'm tellin' you, he can turn into a freakin' alien." she argued as the doorbell rang throughout the house; Howleen quickly leaped off the couch and sped off towards the front door before Clawdeen could stop her and yanked the door open. "Whatta ya-" Howleen started before stopping and staring upwards at the large creature before her.
He was well muscled and buff, with light tan skin that covered his entire body. He had well muscled arms that ended in strong hands tipped with clawed fingers and stood on two strong legs ending in three, bare toes. He wore a pair of black pants with green cuffs above and below the knees and just above the ankle with a green belt around his waste and a strange, circular disk as the belt buckle. What caught Howleen's attention the most however, were the large, bat-like ears on the creature's bald head. That, and the dozens of large, green eyes that suddenly opened up on every part of his body except his face.
"Is your sister home?" Eye Guy asked.
"Y-yes?" Howleen said nervously.
"S'matter kid? You ain't never seen an alien before?" the Opticoid grinned, showing a row of sharp teeth.
"N-no?"
"Well guess what?" Eye Guy asked, bending down so that he was eye-level with Howleen. "Peek-a-boo! Eye see you!" he suddenly showed, all the eyes on his body flashing with a bright green light suddenly. Howleen ran away screaming at the top of her lungs back into the house and up the stairs, leaving the door wide open as the Omnitrix timed out and returned Ben back to the world.
"Was that really necessary?" Clawdeen asked as she came to the door.
"Hey, how was I supposed to know your sister would answer? At least you've seen Eye Guy."
"Why were you Eye Guy anyways?" Clawdeen asked, popping her gum again.
"A Normie tried to steal a monster woman's purse. Long story short, he got eye-zapped and was arrested by the police." Ben explained as they walked down the walk of the Wolf house.
"Did those guys behave?"
"They nearly wet themselves when I threatened to turn into Feedback or Gravattack if they didn't arrest the guy and put him on trial." Ben smiled. "So where do you wanna go?" he asked.
"Up to you, Ben. Impress me." Clawdeen said with a firm voice that said he had better be worth it. Ben shrugged and was about to move on when Clawdeen stopped him. "Do you mind . . . changing into Blitzwolfer? I'm not quite sure I'm ready for people to see I'm dating a Normie."
"Whatever you want?" Ben shrugged, his smile deepening when he saw Howleen watching from the window out of the corner of his eye. He turned on the Omnitrix and cycled past his aliens before selecting the Loboan form and pressing down on the activation button, immersing himself in a green light as the Omnitrix changed him. He felt himself taller and much more muscled as gray colored fur sprouted all over his body. His face bulged forward into a pointed muzzle, lined with sharp canine teeth as a black nose formed on the end. Organs sloshed around inside him and bones crunched and ground together as he felt said muzzle split into four ways and his fingers become longer and tipped with razor sharp claws that could easily slice through most objects. His toes melted into two, large talons as a third sprouted from his heel and a long, furry tail grew from the base of his spine. A mane of fur rose from the back of his neck as spikes rose from his elbows and shoulders. A green and black suit appeared on his body with green wrists bans and a collar around his neck with the Omnitrix symbol on it.
"How's that?" he asked in a deep, throaty voice.
"Better." Clawdeen nodded. "Lets get this train wreck over with."
"Why do you always gotta assume the downside of things?" Blitzwolfer asked as they left the Wolf estate behind and started walking down the sidewalk.
"Hey, you try growing up in a household with eight other siblings," Clawdeen frowned. "You take what you get, and if what you get ain't enough you have to fight for it."
"Sounds like you need to relax." the Loboan observed.
"I do not!" Clawdeen yelled.
"Yes, you do. Take it from a guy whose saved the universe half a dozen times since he was ten." Blitzwolfer growled, his talons clicking loudly on the sidewalk as they moved along and the air became cool.
"Fine." Clawdeen surrendered. "Where to?"
"How about here?" Blitzwolfer ask, stopping at the entrance to a park. Clawdeen paused and looked to where the Loboan was pointing to see a bright and colorful Scarnival set up in the middle o the park, flashing lights adorning most of the attractions and rides and lighting up the night sky. "Kinda hard not to have fun at a Scarnival, am I right?"
"Fine. Lead the way." Clawdeen agreed, letting the Loboan walk past her before following him into the carnival grounds. She didn't want to complain out loud, but the loud music blaring from several speakers posted amongst the attractions made her sensitive ears throb and pound with each beat, but Blitzwolfer didn't seem to mind as they walked past the spiked bumper cars and Nightmare merry-go-round. The smell of popcorn and hot pretzels wafted its way through the air, cotton candy and warm hotdogs teasing Clawdeen's nose; it was only after a few minutes of walking did she realize that she was drooling.
"Hungry?" Blitzwolfer asked with a small smile.
"Is it that obvious?" Clawdeen asked.
"You have your tongue hanging out of your mouth and you look like your just about to start begging and roll over." the Loboan replied with a laugh as Clawdeen turned a furious shade of red; they walked up to a concession stand and bought two hotdogs each, Blitzwolfer taking his with a side of chile fries as Clawdeen went for the ketchup and mustard. Like starving dogs, they quickly wolfed down their food in only a few bites before attacking the fries and reducing them to only the basket in a matter of minutes.
"You got something right there." Blitzwolfer pointed at Clawdeen's face, more specifically at a spot of ketchup on Clawdeen's cheek.
"Where?" Clawdeen asked, feeling around her face.
"There." the Loboan said, reaching with a claw and wiping the offending substance from the werewolf's face before licking it off with his tongue.
"You are disgusting." Clawdeen frowned.
"Waste want, want not." the Loboan shrugged. "You up for some games?"
"Whatever." Clawdeen sighed and led the way down a row of booths with different Scarnival games at each one. At one booth was a ring toss and at another was a water pistol game. At yet another was a sort of wheel of fortune and at a fourth was a mini Casketball game. The pair ignored these games and instead decided to go for the classic bottle booth.
"Hit the bottles and win yer girl a stuffed skelly." the gargoyle attendant said gruffly, as if he had said the very line a hundred times over. Blitzwolfer shrugged and slapped the Omnitrix on his collar, deactivating the transformation and returning back to Ben.
"I only got my wallet on me when I'm human." he explained when Clawdeen gave him a slight annoyed look. He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, slipping out a dollar bill between two fingers and setting it on the counter; the gargoyle gave him three balls without even be fazed by the Omnitrix. Ben grabbed one of the balls, squeezing it in his hand and threw it at the stack of bottle and just barely grazing the top one. Ben took the second one and it went too high, hitting back wall and falling back down to the ground.
"Last shot, kid." the gargoyle grumbled.
Ben ignored him and took the third ball in his hand, squeezing it in his palm and winding up his arm, pitching forward as hard as he could and aiming directly at the stack of bottles. The shot should of sent the bottles flying and won Ben the game; instead the ball hit the bottles dead on and fell to the ground as the bottles remained standing.
"That's cheating!" Clawdeen cried.
"And you ain't got no way to prove it, kid. So why doncha just run along and waste your money elsewhere?" the gargoyle said without concern. Ben frowned and took Clawdeen aside, stepping away from the booth and out of earshot of its shifty attendant.
"I got an idea to take this guy down," Ben whispered to her. "But I need you to deactivate me if I get someone like Rath, okay?" Clawdeen nodded and waited as Ben turned on the Omnitrix and cycled through its transformations before selecting Brainstorm and slapping the activation button and relishing the feeling as the cool green light washed over him.
His skin turned a dark gray in color as his skeleton groaned and cracked he slowly grew a couple feet taller than his original form, his ears becoming long and floppy, drooping down on either side of his head before they stiffened and stuck back like rabbit ears as his eyes became diamond-shaped and turned an emerald green in color. His arms grew until his knuckles just barely touched the ground, small spikes popping out at the elbows and his pinky finger sucking back into his hand, a process that was rather normal for Ben's aliens. A grinding noise came to his attention and he cocked his hand far enough to see a skeletal tail grow out from the base of his spine, fresh muscle wrapping around the bare bone before smooth skin raced over the muscle. His toes popped back into his foot one by one as the bone quickly slithered to the surface like jelly before hardening into a solid hoof. His organs sloshed around inside his body, expanding slightly to fill the empty space inside of him as his brain filled all the available space inside his skull. The final piece of the transformation were the addition of black and green arm and leg braces, chest plate, shoulder pads, belt and a helmet that protected his skull, the Omnitrix appearing on the belt around his chest.
"Set me up for another round, my foul creature." Brains sighed with boredom.
"And what if I don't want to?" the gargoyle growled.
"Do you wish to receive my currency or not?" Brains frowned.
"What?" the gargoyle blinked.
"Do you want my money or not?" Brains sighed with annoyance, pinching his brow with a hand.
"Yeah, sure. Whatever." the gargoyle grumbled as he carelessly tossed the Twin three balls in exchange for another dollar. Brains took one of the balls in hand and studied the surrounding area with his intelligent mind, scanning over all possible ways to knock over the bottles in the most impressive and energy conserving way. Within a few seconds, he had a plan.
Brains then quickly turned on his heel away from the booth and chucked it at the ring toss booth.
"What are you doing!?" Clawdeen yelled with surprise.
"Wait for it, lesser life form." Brains replied, watching as his plan unfolded; Clawdeen growled at the comment but watched as the ball bounce precariously on the spikes of the ring toss before bouncing off the plump belly of its owner and shot back across the way towards the bottle booth. The ball ricocheted off the front of the booth with a loud bang! and soared through the air and into a tree on the other side, bouncing along and among its branches like a wild pinball before dropping down into the ring toss booth again and landed in the open mouth of its dozing attendant. The gargoyle awoke with a start, hacking and coughing and clawing at his throat before giving a final cough and spitting the ball back out across the way at Clawdeen and Brains's heads; they quickly ducked down low to the ground as the ball shot right at the bottles and slammed into them, sending them flying in all directions.
"And that," Brains announced, dusting himself off. "Is how it's done." Clawdeen grinned at the shocked expression of the gargoyle and slapped the Omnitrix on Brains, deactivating the transformation with a flash of green light and bringing Ben back to the world.
"One stuffed skeleton, my good man." Ben grinned. "Or do I have to beat you at your own game again?" The gargoyle shook his head and quickly passed the toy off to Ben, grumbling under his breath about teenagers with magic watches and how they were bad for business.
"Thanks." said Clawdeen.
"Anytime," Ben smiled. "Ready for some more fun?"
"Sure," Clawdeen said with a relax smile. "Just, no Tunnel of Love."
"Agreed."
For the next couple of hours, the two teens enjoyed themselves, playing the night away on everything the Scarnival had to offer. They went for a few rounds on the merry-go-round, hanging on for dear life as they went around and around in a 'nauseating circle', as Clawdeen skillfully described it. They played on the bumper cars, Clawdeen bullying Ben for a few rounds before she then had to run from Buzzshock after he messed with the electrical system and turned all the empty bumper cars against Clawdeen, chasing her around and around the arena in yet another 'nauseating circle'.
It wasn't until the Scarnival had closed for the night did Clawdeen actually not have any fun.
"We didn't get to go on the Scaris wheel!" Clawdeen pouted mockingly, clutching her skeleton tightly. "You can't just go to a Scarnival and not go on a Scaris Wheel!"
"Can't really argue with that one." Ben smiled as they hung around the closed gates; he was glad that Clawdeen had decided to loosen up for the even and really just enjoy herself and play the night away with him. He had had a grand time with her, and he was sure she had had a fine time with him two.
"So, change into something with wings and fly us up there!" Clawdeen grinned.
"Hey, the Omnitrix is not a toy. It should only be used for necessary needs and not stupid things like breaking into a Scarnival to play on the Saris wheel." Ben defended himself.
"What about the stupid stuff you did with it yesterday?" Clawdeen grinned.
"That was different!" Ben argued, but there was no way of the changing the pleading look in Clawdeen's eye. "Oh, fine!" he gave in, turning to the Omnitrix and slapping the activation button without looking at what he had selected. His bones became lighter, hollow actually, his arms stretched out a little bit. He was forced to hunch over slightly as his skin turned blood red in color and six slits formed in his flesh where his ribs would be. His fingers fused together into three long claws. His toes morphed together into two talons as his heel ground against his foot and formed a third toe jutting out behind him, his mouth widening across his face. His eyebrows hardened into yellow crests that looked like a pair of devil's horns as they grew upwards above his green eyes. A tail sprouted from the base of his spine as a thin, yellow membrane formed from his wrists to his waist. A pair of black briefs and a green strap vest materialized on his body, the Omnitrix appearing on the vest's hooker.
"Lets fly!" Jetray laughed, giving his wings short flap and hopping onto Clawdeen's shoulders, gripping them with his claws before flapping his wings again and taking to the sky. Clawdeen kicked her legs in the air as they flew higher and higher, not use to being so high as she held her skeleton tighter. The Aerophibian either didn't notice or ignored Clawdeen's struggle and swooped over the Scarnival grounds and up to the Scaris wheel, setting Clawdeen down gently on the top seat before joining her as the Omnitrix timed out.
"Beautiful, ain't it?" Ben asked, leaning back in the seat and spreading his arm over the back, keeping a good distance away from Clawdeen; he didn't know where they really stood at the moment and didn't want to make her uncomfortable or angry enough to tear off his arm.
"Yeah." Clawdeen smiled as she leaned into Ben's embrace and gazed up at the cool night sky. Ben froze for a split second, his body tensing up slightly before he relaxed and slipped his arm around Clawdeen's shoulder.
"Well isn't this just cheesy?" Ben cracked, Clawdeen giving him a playful shove as a cold wind blew past them; despite being covered in thick, warm fur, Clawdeen shivered.
"Cold?" Ben asked.
"Cool." Clawdeen corrected.
"Want my sweatshirt?" Ben asked, offering her the article of clothing.
"Then you'll freeze!" Clawdeen pointed out.
"Touche." Ben mused before coming up with a solution. He unzipped his sweat and slipped his arm out of the right sleeve before wrapping the lose side of his sweatshirt around Clawdeen, pulling her close to keep the cold out from inside the sweatshirt's warm embrace. "Better?" Ben asked.
"Much." Clawdeen smiled, snuggling in deeper into Ben's embrace as the two just sat there gazing up at the stars. Ben soon began pointing out the constellations he knew from his many adventures across the universe; Clawdeen then pointed out the unique ones that Ben didn't recognize, such as the constellation of The First Headless Horseman or Lupa, the Mother of All Werewolves.
"Look, a shooting star." Ben grinned, pointing up towards the dark, black sky at a glowing white ball of light as it streaked across the night sky, leaving a trail behind it as it flew. "You gonna make a wish?" he asked Clawdeen.
"Do you believe in wishes?" Clawdeen asked.
"Considering one of my ghoulfriends is a genie, yes." Ben smiled.
"Gigi's not your girlfriend."
"I was talking about Whisp," Ben laughed. "She couldn't keep her hands off of me in the future."
Clawdeen grinned and glanced back up at the night sky, the shooting star starting to disappear. Despite the ball of doubt in her stomach at the start of the date, she had had a wonderful time with Ben against her will. And as much as she found a tad unsettling, she wanted to spend more time with him, experience more times like this with him. And maybe somewhere else along the line she could experience more times like this with Ben and the rest of his ghouls.
"Did you make a wish?" Ben asked.
"Not yet," Clawdeen smiled with a small smile. She took Ben's face in her hand and turned it towards her own, gently pressing her lips to his and simply enjoying the feeling. Ben didn't move a few seconds before he looped his arms around her and pulled her close, deepening the kiss as Clawdeen's fangs grazed his lips and drew a drop of blood. Neither party noticed or cared as Clawdeen wrapped her arms around Ben's neck, holding him tight and enjoying every minute of the kiss she had been waiting so long for. She felt a slight tapping on her lips and she realized it was the very tip of Ben's tongue, asking for permission to enter.
Normally, she would have said a firm 'No' to such a thing like this, but something inside her made her decide against it; maybe it the memory of how happy her ghoul friends seemed to be when kissing Ben. Maybe it was just her savage, animal nature. Maybe it was that single drop of blood drawn from Ben's lip that was starting to drive her wild. Whatever it was, she released her firm hold on herself and just let go, parting lips enough Ben's tongue to shoot through like an excited snake and tackle her own, delicately running itself over her fangs. Clawdeen pressed herself against Ben, starting to grind her hips against him as she ran her fingers through his hair; Ben took to massaging her back and sides, not daring to do much else. It wasn't that he didn't want to, rather it was because he didn't know how Clawdeen would react to it.
Every ghoul was different from their other; while some like Venus and Nefera liked to play it rough, others like Jane were more cautious and gentle with they way they handled Ben. He had no idea if Clawdeen fit into either of those categories, and thus decided to play it safe. That didn't mean he couldn't enjoy though.
The happy couple eventually broke away from one another, Clawdeen giving Ben one last kiss on the cheek before they stopped. "So, does this mean we're a thing now?" Ben asked.
"I should think so." Clawdeen said playfully. "Now take me home before my parents freak out or somethin'!"
"As you wish, your majesty." Ben joked. He turned to the Omnitrix and cycled through the roster before selecting an alien and slapping the activation button, the green light washing over him and changing him. His skin began to crawl as it hardened smoothed into something similar to an exoskeleton, yet not at the same time. It turned black as it raced over his body, blue blotches with lighter centers appearing all over him. His fingers became sharper as they turned into claws, and he could feel his toes melt into toe as a third claw sprouted from his heel with a loud grinding sound. His teeth fused together into two plates that felt like they could bite through almost anything as his eyes widened and became larger, turning a bright green with three dots. Muscles piled themselves up on his chest and arms, but the most important and noticeable change however, was the itching sensation he got on his back and head. With a sudden, sickly sound, four large wings ripped out of his back, bigger than his entire body. Two large antennae burst out of his head. The wings and antennae flapped around for a few seconds before gently and silently wrapping around their owner like a cloak. The final piece of the transformation was a suddenly chilled feeling in his core, a feeling that ran through his veins and arteries that felt as cold as ice.
"Ready?" Big Chill asked Clawdeen as he wrapped his arms around her waist and unfolded his wings.
"Whenever you are, Bug Eyes." Clawdeen grinned, holding her skeleton tighter. Big Chill gave what Clawdeen could only guess was the Necrofriggian equivalent of a smile, a sort of toothy grin that made it look like he was mentally insane, and gave his wings a flap, taking to the night skies with his new love.
Clawd impatiently paced the floor of the foyer, glancing up at the grandfather clock every couple of minutes to check the time. Clawdeen and Ben should have been back fifteen minutes ago, and this only made him worry. Was his sister in some danger that not even Ben could save her from? Had they been mugged and now lying in an alley, unconscious or worse? Were they taken by the police and waiting down at the station to be picked up? Clawd quickly shoved that last thought aside; the last time Ben and the police had crossed paths, the watch wearing hero had easily mopped the floor with them.
So where were they?
The sound of large, leathery wings beating against the night sky caught his attention and he flung open the front door to come face to face with a Necrofriggian, hand raised as if he were planning to push the door open; Clawd a startled yelp of surprise upon seeing Big Chill's face before recomposing himself, his face becoming stern. "Where were you!?" he hissed at Big Chill and Clawdeen. "You're lucky mom and dad went to bed early!"
"Another Normie tried to steal a monster woman's purse." Big Chill explained.
"What are the odds of that happening in the same night?" Clawdeen grinned.
"Wait a minute. You stopped a thug and let my sister help!?" Clawd rapsed.
"No," Big Chill rolled his big orbs. "I froze the thug on the spot and Clawdeen popped the purse lose from his grip. After breaking several of his fingers of course."
"Even if I did help him stop the creep, I woulda been fine, Clawd." Clawdeen told her brother.
"I know that, Ben knows that, and pretty much everyone at school knows that considering we risked our necks to save Frankie from Zs'Skayr," Clawd whispered. "But mom and dad don't know that. They'd flip out if they knew!"
"Did they flip out when you told them I was on a date with Ben?" Clawdeen asked with a semi-bore expression, folding her arms over her chest.
"A little," Clawd admitted. "Now get in here before they wake up."
Clawdeen rolled her eyes and grabbed Big Chill in a hug, kissing him on the cheek before pushing past Clawd and back into the house. "Good night, Ben. See ya later."
Big Chill watched her go and then turned to take to the skies before he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Not so fast, dude. You and I need to talk." said Clawd.
"What do you need to talk about?" Big Chill asked the Omnitrix timed out and reverted the Necrofriggian back into Ben.
"About you and my sister," Clawd said, leaning against the door frame. "I don't know what you two did or where you stand right now, but I guarantee severe pain to your person if you break her heart, got it?" Clawd threatened, clenching a fist.
"First off, I would never do that to your sister. And two, you wouldn't be able to put a finger on me." Ben told him.
"My threat still stands." Clawd said firmly.
"I promise, dude." Ben said with an equal edge.
"Good," Clawd nodded. "See ya later." he said, turning back on his heel and closing the door behind him.
Ben stood there for a minute or two, processing what Clawd had just said to him before turning around and walking back to the sidewalk, already turning on the Omnitrix and cycling through the transformations and selecting Fasttrack and slapping the activation button, a bright green light washing over him. His skin turned light blue and became smooth and slimy in texture as his arms were sucked back into his shoulders with a loud cracking sound until all that was left were his hands hanging limp at his side. His jaw jutted outwards as his skeleton became thinner and more flexible than before, a set of gills appearing behind his jaws; a shark-like fin rose from his back region as his neck became none-existent, his head fusing with his chest as his body shrank and became more rotund. His legs shrank until they were practically sticks with feet attached to them and a loud cracking sound caught his attention as a small fish tail popped out from the base of his spine. A green chest brace with the Omnitrix at its center materialized on his body, completing the transformation.
"Figures." Walkatrout grumbled.
It was nearly an hour to midnight when a loud banging noise could be heard from the front door of Spectra's house. Curious, the ghost floated down the stairs and to the front door, curling her pale fingers around the handle and opening up the door to find nothing but the cold night outside.
"Down here." a small voice grumbled.
Spectra glanced down and nearly burst out laughing when she saw Walkatrout standing on the porch, a clearly annoyed and tired look on his face as he marched past Spectra and collapsed on the floor before the Omnitrix timed out.
"Have a good time?" Spectra asked with a smile.
"The date was great," Ben panted. "The walk back, not so much."
"So what are you going to do now?" Spectra asked.
"You mean besides collapse into bed?" Ben wondered with a tired glare. Spectra grinned as Ben dragged himself up the stairs towards the guest room where Jinafire and Jane were no doubt already fast asleep and waiting for Ben's presence.
"If you only knew, Ben." Spectra smiled, floating into the kitchen and picking up a video camera small enough to attach to a bat, should a certain someone be asked to turn into one. "If you only knew what we had seen." she grinned, sliding open a drawer and dropping the camera inside.
"Jane does good work." she smiled to herself as she floated up the stairs to take her place in bed with Ben, stifling a yawn.
And there we go!
Ooh, looks like the ghouls are one sneaky bunch, aren't they? And for all of you hoping for BenxClawdeen romance, I hope you're happy!
And now as I have really nothing else to say, I shall shut up and let you get on with your evening pleasure. Whatever it may be.
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Hasta Luego!