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Three Frights A Night: Chapter 3

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Blossom sat on the porch step to the old mansion. Candy wrappers lay around her in neat organized piles as she chewed on her sweets. She smirked to herself, staring at the Townsville clock and watching the seconds tick by. Originally, they had never dared her to go in the mansion. All they said was for her to go to the haunted house.

"Next time, they should be more specific." she snickered to herself.

A loud crack of lightning echoed in the air and made her jump. It was really loud and close by. Dark clouds and thunder rolled in, matching the small lightning streaks. Blossom didn't remember there being a storm for the forecast tonight. She would've been prepared and brought an umbrella.

The rain pelted down hard as strong winds picked up, the rain splashing Blossom coldly. Blossom shivered violently and stood up, grabbing her candy bag and edging as far from the steps as possible until her back hit the entrance of the house.

A loud howl echoed in the night, followed by another one which was just slightly higher-pitched. Could it have been her sister? Whatever it was the Professor had sprinkled on them seemed to really bring out the realness of things.

Another loud crack of lightning and gust of wind made Blossom jerk back, the wide double doors opening with a loud creak.

Blossom bit her bottom lip, overwhelmed by all these events. When another lightning strike hit, her hand jerked and the rest of her sweets flew everywhere. As she went to pick up her bag, another gale of wind swept past knocking Blossom off her feet and stumbling inside the house.

She gathered herself and sat up on her knees, the large doors having already closed behind her. "Great," she muttered, blowing her bangs out of her face, "now I really do have to stay in a haunted house. Which reminds me...what is haunting this house?"

Blossom dusted herself off as she got to her feet, re-tying the small red ribbon in her hair. She placed her hands on her hips as she gazed up at the high ceiling and all around the massive room. A small smile made its way onto her face. Every house has to have at least one book, this house must have hundreds! And with it being so old they'll be really good reads!

With the thought in mind, Blossom walked soundlessly through the many hallways. This way, that way. The doors all lined up on either side of the hall. Having been down five hallways and inside how many rooms, she hasn't even spotted one single book yet. What an adventure this was.

Blossom's stomach growled loudly and she placed her hands on her tummy. There was probably no food in a house like this, but it couldn't help to try and look.

She began retracing her steps, turning lefts and rights down the multiple hallways. Everything looked all the same, she couldn't tell where she was.

An intersection came into view. Blossom's brows drew together. She didn't remember there being a intersection before. And the halls seemed…different somehow.

The hall to her left seemed like it cut off to a dead end, the ceiling becoming lower and the walls slanting inward the further you go.

Straight ahead, darkness loomed. Eerie pictures hung on the walls and there seemed to be...to be…bugs!

Cockroaches crawled along the walls and floors, and as if to torment her further, she could hear them crawling across the surface. She hated bugs so much.

Without any further judgement, she turned sharply down the right hallway, quickening her pace until the disgusting sounds faded away.

Blossom glided her hand along the wall's surface, noticing that she hasn't seen one door in the hall.
It seemed that she had been walking this hall for hours now.

She groaned, slumping down and bringing her knees to her chest, letting her head rest on her knees. It was useless. She was lost. How did she not notice how big this place was? She could've drawn up a map of some sort, or brought along rocks or something to show which way she had been like that one fairytale Bubbles liked to read.

Blossom gave a bitter laugh. That's all this was. A fairytale. But one of the old ones, the original copies that she herself liked to read. The stories that had horrific endings and a messed up plot line. Blossom will end up dying in this place, her hunger pains pulling her down and-

Blossom lifted her head and straightened out her legs. She placed her hands on her stomach. She wasn't hungry. Her tummy wasn't growling like it was a few moments before. She guess that could be a good thing, that at least she wouldn't starve to death.

Maybe if she could find a window she could get out of this place. After all, she wasn't allowed to use any of her powers; she wasn't going to chicken out and let her sisters beat her, this was only a small dare, she could easily make it out.

She was a Powerpuff Girl! She could do this.

Now motivated and eager, Blossom stood up off the ground and stretched. She didn't have a watch, and there was obviously nothing around to tell the time, but Blossom guessed that it had to be at least close to being midnight.

After she got a few stretches in, Blossom began walking again, becoming confident in finding a way out of here.

Another hour seemed to pass by with Blossom still walking in long strides down the endless hallway. Her eyelids began to droop just a little; a bit more with every step she took. After a few more steps she leaned against the wall on her side, her other hand coming up to cover her face and rub her eyes.

A few minutes past before Blossom heard something from a li’l ways down the hall. It was a soft and gentle tune. Possibly smooth jazz; her favorite music genre. Her aching feet were forced forward to the sound, her body almost becoming entranced as the melody overtook her, her head swaying slightly.

As she walked, the music overcame her more and more, the sound getting louder with each step she took. Not long after, a door became visible. It was on the right hand side and was all black, even the door knob.

Blossom noticed a small keyhole under the knob and crouched to look inside. Although the room was as dark as night, she could see perfectly inside the small room. There was no source to where the music was coming from, but it was definitely coming from inside that room. She was sure of it.

There was a small window on the opposite side, many nails digging into the wood holding it shut. A large brown dresser stood tall in the right hand corner nearest her, and a dark blue bed lie on the left. A stool was placed in front of the window, and sitting in that stool was a person. They swayed slightly to the music as they stared out the window.

She stood up and straightened out her clothes and fixed her hair. First impressions meant a lot. Maybe this person could help her out of here. Maybe they got lost in this place like she was.

She knocked lightly; three small knocks on the door.

The music faded until it ended, the silence hung thick in the air. Blossom fidgeted. There were no sounds from within the room and as much as she hated it, Blossom disliked silence.

"Hello?" she called out, giving another knock.

She tapped her foot and puffed out her cheek. Was the person ignoring her? How rude!

Narrowing her eyes, Blossom crouched once again to peek into the room. She grew bewildered as she stared into the keyhole. She couldn't see no window or bed or even a room itself. All she saw was red. It was bright, yet dark at the same time, eerily glowing in a way she couldn't explain.

Blossom sighed and stood back up, leaning her forehead against the door. A yawn escaped her mouth and she growled inwardly at herself. This was no time to be sleepy. Although, that bed did look extremely comfortable…

Stop it, Blossom! You have to get out of here, your sisters are probably already back home, worrying why you're not there already! her conscience scolded.

A click sounded and Blossom lifted her head. The door eased inward, opening little by little. Against her inside judgement, she grabbed the handle and opened the door further, stepping fully into the room.

It was just the same as she had seen it through the hole. Except for the fact that there was no stool to be found and not a single trace of a person inside. The door slowly closed shut behind her and as soon as it did, that smooth music began playing again, luring Blossom further into her sleepy stupor.

Maybe just a small nap wouldn't hurt. It'd be best to keep her energy high and her body on alert anyways. She'll just take a few hours nap and then be right back up again, ready to search even more for an exit.

Her feet drifted to the bed and she sat down, slipping her boots off and getting underneath the covers. The tune grew louder, lulling her to sleep faster.

Her eyelids drooped, her eyesight becoming blurry. As she finally began to slip into a deep slumber, her eyes caught something.

Something red.

And then, she was asleep.


Loud shrieks echoed in the night. Long and shrill; so high-pitched it'd be able to shatter glass.

Blossom's eyes slowly opened to the sound and she arose from the bed in a sitting position. Blossom felt a bit…off. She didn't feel the least bit tired like you normally would just after waking up, and she didn't even yawn either. Surprisingly, she wasn't even hungry as she was before.

Blossom stood up and slid her boots back on, staring out at the window into the night. She must've only slept for an hour or two, a couple minutes if possible. And what could've made that awful noise?
A mirror on the brown dresser caught her attention. She didn't remember it being there before. She picked it up and cleaned the cool surface off, the dust scattering into the air.

"Woah..." she murmured. Blossom looked even more pale than when Bubbles helped her with her make up. Her eyes were glowing even darker than before; they looked more red instead of pink. She also noticed two dark holes on the left side of her neck. And were those…blood stains?

Blossom lifted her fingers up to the dried blood, smearing it on her skin and finger. She looked at the red smudge on her hand nervously before smelling it.

Her eyes widened. This was real blood. Her blood.

The mirror dropped to the ground and shattered at her feet. She wobbled backwards and sat back down on the bed, trying to sort out her thoughts.

The door knob jiggled and her head jerked to the right as the door opened.

A tall redhead stood in the doorway, his hand still on the handle as he looked inside the room. His eyes glowed in the darkness as he looked around, his gaze finally landing on her.

"Oh," he said casually, stepping into the room and kneeling, cleaning up the glass as the door slid shut. "I didn't expect you to still be here."

Blossom tilted her head in confusion. Still be here? What does he mean?

She stood up and knelt down to the ground, helping him clean up the mess that she made. "I-I'm sorry I shattered your mirror. And..." Blossom trailed off.

He shot her a questioning glance.

She avoided his gaze and kept cleaning. "I just... I didn't know anyone lived here. This place is just so big and I got lost." She turned to him, "Is this your room? Were you the one in here earlier?"

He nodded and stood up, dropping the glass into a nearby trash bin she hadn't noticed. "I was." he said simply. "Ouch..."

Blossom caught sight of crimson red droplets sliding down his hand.

"Stupid glass." he murmured to himself. "Oh! I believe I haven't introduced myself; I'm Brick."

Blossom's stomach instantly began rumbling as her nose scented something sweet.

He chuckled, hearing her hunger. "I also have a few snacks if you want them-" As he turned around, he noticed that her eyes never strayed from his bloodied hand. Her feet were moving unconsciously towards him.

Brick could see the hunger and desire in her eyes. Her mouth opened just a bit, a fang slightly biting her lip.

He smirked as he stepped forward, Blossom falling back onto the bed, her hair splayed out around her. She snapped out of her trance as she looked up at him, gazing into his glowing red eyes.

"You're a…vampire." Brick looked deep into her eyes, his own glowing brightly for a few seconds before dimming just a bit. "How...exquisite." he said slowly, his right hand slowly grazing over her cheek.

Her face flushed red. "I did... I don't..."

Brick let his hand drop to her chin, his finger rubbing her bottom lip as her one fang was exposed. "It's nice to know there's another one out there."

"I'm not understanding what you mean," Blossom said dazedly as he began caressing her cheek again, "Do you know how I got these bite marks?"

He chuckled again, something Blossom was seeming to like hearing. "Of course I know." Brick leaned down close to her ear. "I'm the one who gave you them."

Blossom's eyes widened as he pulled back. He smiled slightly, a fang protruding from his lip.

He leaned down close to her again and shivers crept across her body. "I still don't know your name, vampire."

She gulped, "B-Blossom."

Brick leaned back, though his face was still directly in front of her, his long hair brushing against her face. "Blossom..." he cooed, "Like the sweet smelling cherry blossom flowers. It fits you."

After a few moments of silence, Blossom opened her mouth to speak, remembering earlier, "You said you gave me these marks?" When he nodded, she continued, "How? I don't remember..."

Brick leaned back fully, sitting on his feet underneath him as Blossom propped up her arms behind her to lean up. "When you were asleep. How else?" he said.

He smirked and ran his tongue over his fang. "I couldn't help it; there was a beautiful young rose lying in my bed. I didn't think you were a vampire; was on my way to come collect your lifeless body when I heard the glass shattering." More chills ran throughout her body.

His eyes began glowing again, but instead they glowed darker, his fangs elongating. "But hey, here you are, with your delicious blood..."

Blossom's eyes darted around nervously as he began leaning back down toward her. "What are you doing? Stop!" she commanded. His gaze kept focusing in on her neck.

"I...can't." he growled, as if now angry with himself.

"Why?" she asked once his face was directly above hers again.

"Because you..." Brick looked her in the eyes intently. "You've made my heart beat."

He took her left hand and brought it up to his chest. His heart was beating. The beats were uneven and he seemed to be breathing raggedly as well.

"You're..." he continued, his face edging closer now, "my Bride."

His lips smashed against her own, molding together roughly and gently at the same time. Her fang brushed against his lip, cutting it open. A small drop of blood fell onto her tongue.

A loud explosion sounded which shook her. Brick pulled back, looking at her intently. Another one sounded and she looked around confused and scared. Suddenly, something caught in her throat. Finally, a struggled breath was let out as she drew the air in deep.

"Heh, how perfect this is." he said quietly, admiration in his eyes. "It seems to me that I'm your Husband."

Once Blossom caught onto breathing again, she noticed that those loud explosions were her heart beating. How had she not noticed that it stopped? Or that she wasn't breathing?

"I'm thinking you're gonna want some."

Blossom looked up at Brick to see him unbuttoning his white collared shirt. He threw it off and to the side, exposing his neck. No marks were present and she could sense a nice plump vein in his neck, the newfound blood coursing through his body giving him more energy than before. She could feel it too.

Brick sat down fully on the bed and leaned against the wall behind him. Blossom slowly crawled to him on hands and knees. She shyly straddled him which produced a groan from him.

She licked her lips, her eyes staring hungrily at his neck. His own eyes were staring at her, his hands now holding onto her waist.

Blossom bit her lip slightly as she held onto his broad shoulders. She licked his neck once. Twice. Then bit down. Hard.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the warm liquid seeped into her mouth. She sucked in more, the taste so delightful that she couldn't get enough. Her tongue was darting at his skin and her hands were holding onto him tightly, her hands pulling and tugging at his hair.

Brick moaned as he moved his hands to grip her ass. He was thrusting himself upward while also trying to hold himself back.

"Ahhh.." he moaned, "Blossom, you gotta stop. You're drawing in too much."

Blossom slowly pulled back, licking her lips as she looked at him through lidded eyes.

He smiled at her lovingly as she yawned. Brick looked toward the window; a sun was peeking up over the hills.

"I don't think this bed is big enough for the both of us." he said softly as she snuggled up to him.

The air around her changed and when she opened them they were in a different place, her head spinning. "Ungh..."

"First time tracing? You'll get used to it. C'mon, time to sleep." he ushered her to the large dark mahogany red bed. It was down low on the ground and in a corner, away from any windows or light.
There were heavy drapes on the windows which were keeping the sun from reaching inside the room.

She stopped in her tracks, her eyes half-open. "But I'm..." she looked up at him sleepily, holding onto his arm. "I'm still in my costume."

"Costume?" Brick shook his head. "Hold up."

Brick disappeared from her side for a few seconds before he was back, a dark red nightgown in his hands. He offered the gown to her, but she shook her head.

"Why not? You were suggesting pajamas." he asked.

"Not...mine."

Brick smiled as he lifted her chin up, placing a gentle kiss on her lips. "They are now. You're my Bride. I'm never letting you go."

Never letting me go? "But...my sisters. And the Professor..."

Brick twirled her around and began stripping her down. "Didn't I just tell you?" he said, his voice now low and dark. "I'm never letting you go."

Once Blossom had donned the nightgown, Brick led her to the bed and under the covers. Before joining her, he himself had taken off his clothing before he climbed in next to her, only wearing his boxers.

His arms draped across her body, his muscled arms holding her tightly against him. "You're mine, Blossom. My lovely cherry blossom."

His words echoed in her mind. "My beautiful little flower. Forever mine."

He nuzzled into her hair, smelling her sweet scent. "Forever and always…"
Now listen. It has a been of teen content. So y'all better be mature about this because I've not actually stated anything that should reveal too much about it. So I don't have it on Mature Content. Can y'all handle that and be good li'l kiddos~? Good.
Also, sorry this was a day late. I was extremely tired and exhausted yesterday. I was physically and mentally worn out.

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Chapter 2: wulfie-chann.deviantart.com/ar…!!
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Chapter 5, Part 1: wulfie-chann.deviantart.com/ar…!!
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KannaAsa's avatar
As hot as this is, the imagine of this is... Scary
being taken away from your home and family without even realizing what the heck is going on!