Holloween Nightmare (Lexzira and Cerberus)

[BrokenDancer]

As a fuzzy haze began to lift from Amy's mind said smiled remembering how great the party was, though she couldn't remember everything. She rememberred her friend Hope saying it was time to leave but didn't remember getting back to her room. The bed she was in was softer then she recalled hers being but that didn't matter. With her eyes still closed she flung her right hand out trying to find her stuffed kitten that she kept with her. True it was childish but Amy didn't care. Confusion made her open her eyes, after all there was no lace on her bed. Amy could she clearly thanks to the silver light shining in through the big bay window.

The room wasn't hers. It was a goregously designed gothic style room with oak furtinate and shelves of little statues of different things. The bed she was on was a king sized canopy bed with black covers and lace curtains. Hope was also on the bed starting to rise. "Hope where did you take us?" Amy asked her voice scared and confused.

"Wha-?" Hope moaned pushing her long black hair away from her face. Her lashes were heavy with thick mascarra for her costume. Hope had dressed as a sexy dark skinned Aphrodite, and was now wishing she'd dressed as something warmer. "I was leading us back to the dorms... I think." Hope gaped at the room around them. This was so not the dorms and now she regretted having that last vodka mixer. Hope was the first to climb off the bed and gingerly touch the dresser. The mirror above the dresser showed that Amy was watching her, while being done up as a matrix gal. Hope's head snapped to the door as she heard a sound. Then again. "Amy something is outside the door." She whispered to her friend.

 

[Cerberus]

The house was very old and had sat empty for a long time until unseen hands had brought them to the house and let them sleep their party fueled stupor off. The residents of the house who had long since passed onn spoke to themselves. "well well well what have we brought here?" Others just watched the girls knowing that each and every member of the house wanted them but only a select few would get them. "we managed to bring them here for us. to train and have fun with."

The house seemed to just fall silent before the main entity spoke. "I am claiming them for the night, later I will allow you to have fun with them but for now no one is to do anything to them. Let them roam the house and get used to their surroundings because they will never leave and one day will join us."

 

[BrokenDancer]

Hope had listened at the door, knowing she heard voices or something yet she couldn't make out what they had said, or how many their were. She swallowed the lump in her throat and grasped the handle of the door. The clicking of the handle turning echoed through the room.

"Hope what are you doing?" Amy asked wide eyed clearly the more cautious of the two. The black leather of her costume shining in the pale moon light. Amy crawled off the bed and moved to the window, her arms folding across her chest in a protective manner.

"I'm going to see what I heard Amy. Stay here if you wish." Hope shrugged her short white ruffled belly top raising with the action. Pushing the door open Hope stepped out into the hall. She glanced back at Amy who was asking for Hope to just close the door. With a sigh Hope followed her friends wish. The place was huge and dragged Hope's gaze up wards. "Wow, its a fucking mansion." Hope mumbled, as she dusted off her short white skirt, that flowed like the bottom part of a toga. Her head tilted as she observed the surroundings, and moved to go down the stairs. "Hello is someone here?" Hope called once she was half way down the wooden stair case, hand gliding over the oak railing.

Amy paced the room she was left in. She dragged her cell phone of her pocket and frantically dailed out 911. "Damn it!" Amy cursed in frustration when her phone wouldn't get a signal. Her eyes darted to the door with worry. Why couldn't Hope jsut come back and tell her what was going on. She didn't like this prank. Leaning back against the cool glass Amy tried to collect herself.