#(either way both go into the crucifixion field once he's done ''having fun'' with them)

[grimgrinnrs]

Fun reminder! Lucifer has the power to control the physical forms of all Sinners. Though he cannot do that to Hellborn creatures.

[invaderdoom78]

Fright of Life and Death part 1

“Who wants to live next to a cemetery?” Charley asked, looking out the second-story window of the house they were in

He and Peter had just finished up killing a single male vampire, who didn’t seem to be playing with a full deck of cards, judging by the large amount of crucifixions he had nailed to the wall and the scripture passages and prayers he’d hastily written on the wall in paint.

“Someone who’s not mentally stable” Peter said, putting away his equipment

“Think he was afraid of his ghost neighbors coming for a visit?” Charley asked, moving away from the window

“Probably!” Peter exclaimed, moving to look out the window with Charley “it looks like no ones visited that place in decades”

“They probably in hoards like angry not so passive-aggressive relatives coming over wondering why they never hear from anyone”

“Thank you for putting that not at all horrifying thought in my head”

“Pft” Charley huffed, looking over at Peter “how is that scary?”

“Do you know how to stop a pissed off ghost?”

“You don’t, because they aren’t real”

“Bullshit!”

“Whatever, Peter”

“Let’s get outta here” Peter said slinging their equipment bag on his back “this place is givin’ me the fuckin’ creeps”

“Yeah, you got me there” Charley agreed

After a five-hour-long drive Charley and Peter finally got back to the older hunters' house both of them immediately collapsed on the couch, exhausted from the drive.

“We need to put back the weapons” Charley said, head flopping back on the couch

“I drove up and back, you do it” Peter said, slouching further into his couch

“Ugh” Charley groaned loudly “FINE!”

Literally rolling off of the couch and onto the floor, Charley got up and shuffled over to the bag, picking it up haphazardly enough for a box to fall out of it.

“The fuck’d that box come from?” Peter asked, looking at the intricately hand-carved oak box that was now laying on his floor

“I think I saw it back at the vampire's house” Charley said getting a better look at the box “I think it was by the epicenter of the wall writing”

“How’d it get in the bag?” Peter asked as Charley picked it up

“Ghosts?” Charley asked with a shrugged

“Alright, dickhead”

“It’s stuck” Charley grunted, trying to pull open the box’s lid “do you have a knife or something I can use to pry it open with?”

“In the kitchen” Peter said

Shuffling back to the kitchen Charley searched through several, pretty much empty, drawers until he found one that was full of what looked like all of Peters's silverware. On top of the pile sat a butcher knife that looked like it would be perfect for the task at hand. Setting the box down on the counter Charley shoved the knife between the gap of the lid and popped it open, freeing the small nails that were poking out of the lid, like someone had tried to make sure the box stayed shut, but underestimated the length that the nails needed to be.

“What the fuck was in this box?” Charley asked, noticing that the inside of the lid had been scratched all to hell, some of them so deep that it was a surprise they didn’t break through to the other side, it almost looked like something was trying to claw its way out of the confined space

“There’s no way that’s big enough for anything living to have been inside of it” Peter said, joining Charley in the kitchen

“Then what the hell are these?” Charley asked, pointing at the scratches

“I’m telling you it’s ghosts” Peter said

“Should we crack out the ouija board then?” Charley asked, raising both of his eyebrows

“Do you have one on you?”

“No” Charley said looking around for a notebook “but I can make one”

“Oh, I’m sorry” Peter said when Charley found what he was looking for “I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts”

“I don’t” Charley said, ripping out a sheet of paper from the notebook Peter kept at the bar, scribbling the alphabet onto it

“Why are you putting any effort into this then?”

“Because”

“Because why?”

“Why not”

“I’m not following your thought process here”

“Come on” Charley pressed

“No, I’m not taking the risk”

“You’re no fun” Charley said grabbing a shot glass to use as the planchet

“I have a sense of self-preservation”

Charley blew a raspberry at him “What kind of questions should I ask it?”

“Ask it if you’re a bitch”

“Your mom” Charley said slowly, moving the glass around the paper

“Yeah” Peter chuckled a bit “real mature”

“It wasn’t me. It was the ghost!”

“Right. What else is the ghost telling you?”

“Let’s see” Charley said, looking back down at the makeshift ouija board “f-u-c-k-y-o-u”

They heard a door inside the house open and Aro stepped into the living room.

“Hello, Charlie” Aro said in a very monotone voice, he still didn’t like the younger hunter but had decided that he could at least be courteous to him since he was the only one who was watching out for Peter when he was out hunting, since it wouldn’t be wise to make Peters connection to the Volturi known

“I’ll see you later” Charley said, quickly grabbing his duffle bag

“You didn’t put the shit away, Charlie” Peter yelled after the younger hunter as he ran out of the house “Charlie!”

“How did your hunt go?” Aro asked walking up to Peter

“We got a ghost box” Peter said

“A what?” Aro asked, visibly confused

“Ghost box” Peter said, suppressing a yawn “we have no idea how we got it. It was just in the bag when we got back”

“How odd” Aro said noticing how tiered Peter looked “you look exhausted, dear”

“Yeah” Peter yawned “I’m going to bed”

“Before you do” Aro said, stopping Peter from going back to his room “give me your clothes so I can wash them for you”

“Sure” Peter said, stipping out of what he was wearing

Handing his clothing over to the vampire Peter walked back to his bedroom and put on a pair of sleep pants before flopping face down on his bed so he could sleep. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep for but when he woke up it was dark and he was alone in the bedroom, but he could hear faint chanting coming from outside the room. Rolling out of bed Peter stepped through the threshold of his room and out to what he thought was going to be his living room, but he found himself standing in the middle of an empty field, a group of four cloaked people surrounding something on the ground. They were all quietly chanting in unison, but he wasn’t able to make out what they were saying. Taking a few steps closer to the group of people Peter felt the air slowly being stolen from his lungs as the wind around him began howling. Turning around he tried to step back through the door to his bedroom but the door had disappeared.

“Oh shit!” Peter exclaimed taking a few steps backward, bumping into something solid behind him

With a faint grunt, Peter felt himself bounce off of whatever was behind him. Whipping around he saw the tallest of the hooded figures standing directly behind him as the other three slowly circling around him as more figures came out of the shadows to trap him inside the ring of people. Suddenly his legs were swept out from under him and he found himself on the ground, his back having been slammed into the almost concrete-like dirt, leaving him stunned and his vision blurring.

Waking up Peter’s entire body was aching, almost like he’d gotten into a fistfight and lost, and his limbs were far too heavy for him to be able to move them. As Peter lay in bed unable to move he could hear something dragging itself around the room, and it wasn’t a pleasant sound either because whatever it was made a very wet squelching sound as it moved.

All he was able to do was look up at the ceiling as the dragging sound got closer and closer, as the sound of claws digging themselves into the wall as it pulled itself up the wall echoed throughout the room. Peter tried to lift himself off of his bed but it felt like there was an impossibly heavy weight on top of him holding him down; he couldn’t even turn his head to the side, the only thing he could move was his eyes. Utilizing the only part of his body that he could move he looked over to the side of the bed Aro sat on but found it empty. Upon realizing that he was alone Peter felt the onset of panic beginning to set in that was only made worse once he heard the squelching sound directly above him and, even though he didn’t want to, he looked up at the ceiling and saw a goopy black mass directly above him. As soon as he looked at it the mass began to almost jiggle as almost skeletal looking limbs stretched out of it and reached out for him until they were barely an inch away from his face. Grabbing hold of his head, the hands were holding him so tightly that it felt like it was going to crush his skull as the black mass plunged down at him from above.

Walking through the front door Aro removed his cloak, not hanging it up like he normally would as he needed to treat the bloodstain on the front of it. Folding it over his arm he made his way to the laundry room, laying his cape on the washer, and grabbing the stain stick, rudding at the blood until it vanished. With the stain no longer visible the vampire folded it neatly and set it with the rest of the laundry that needed to be done. Stepping out of the laundry room Aro saw Peter slumped on the couch and while he normally sat in odd positions, this seemed like it would be uncomfortable even for him. Aro knew that the original anniversary of his parents' deaths was coming up in a few weeks so he figured that there would be a bit of an increase in Peters drinking along with a bit of a negative turn in his demeanor, but something about the scene before him felt off.

“Are you alright, dear?” Aro asked, furrowing his brow

“I don’t know” Peter said on a gush of breath “I just feel... odd”

“Are you ill?” Aro asked, taking a seat on the couch next to his human

“... I don’t know”

“Let me...” Aro said reaching out to feel Peters forehead to see if it was warm or not

“What’re you doing?” Peter asked, leaning away from Aro’s hand when it almost reached his forehead “don’t!”

“You’re being ridiculous” Aro sighed, reaching out, trying to feel if Peter was warm again

“No” Peter yelled, jumping off of the couch

“Vincent!” Aro exclaimed, getting to his feet, grabbing Peters wrist

Despite what the majority of people believed Aro could choose when he wanted to use his abilities on someone and had promised Peter that he would never use them on him without his consent, save for when he had just woken up from a night terror and was unable to articulate what was wrong, but he could tell that this was a situation where he had no other choice. This time he saw nothing; no thoughts, no memories, only a black void with an oblong human snake hybrid skull-like face lurking in the shadows of his thoughts. Letting go of Peters's arm Aro looked at him in horror, not knowing what he’d just seen but he did know that his only option was to go and talk to Charley if he wanted to find out what was going on. Backing away slowly Aro waited until Peter wasn’t looking at him before snatching up his car keys and walking out the door. Glancing over his shoulder Aro made sure that he wasn’t being watched before getting in Peters's car and driving off towards Charlie's house.

“Hi?” Mrs. Brewster asked, opening the front door of her home

“Hello” Aro said “is this the Brewster residence?”

“Yes. Who are...” Mrs. Brewster almost asked before realization struck “oh, you must be Aro” she stepped aside “please come in”

“Thank you” Aro said with a polite smile, stepping inside the house

“So what brings you here?”

“Peter has been acting a bit odd the last few days and I was hoping I could ask your son about what happened on their last hunt”

“Well” Mrs. Brewster said, looking at her watch “he won’t be done with class for about fifteen more minutes and I have no idea if he’ll come home when he’s done or not”

“I don’t mind waiting”

“Well, can I get you anything?” Mrs. Brewster asked, looking like she was wracking her brain to try and figure out what the anything could potentially be

“No, thank you”

“Make yourself at home then”