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[ollierachnid]

I will always close that cell for you Karl - he ain't eating you as long as I can help it!!

[madelainesvixens]

Title: Masked ID

Ship: Veronica Lodge + Sweet Pea (Sweet Vee)

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Sweet Pea loved Halloween.

As a kid, it was the only holiday he ever was looking forward to. He loved to scare Toni and other Serpents with creepy masks, fake knives and red syrup.

One time, Fangs almost peed his pants. It was hilarious.

Needless to say, when Veronica announced him that they'd be having a Halloween party at La Bonne Nuit, he was thrilled.

For the past two weeks, Veronica and him had worked on the decors, making plans and ordering online a bunch of accessories and props that would transform the beauty of the old age casino into an epic spooky dream.

''Don't go too gore with the decors, mi amor. We don't want to scare the clients away,'' Veronica reminded him, seeing him eyeing a headless prop on the computer screen.

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. ''Halloween is supposed to be scary, Veronica,'' he countered, scrolling down the page and stealing Veronica's laptop from the bed to type something. ''We need a smoke machine. Can we have that?''

The raven haired girl hesitated, not quite getting her boyfriend's ideas. ''Eh, I guess...''

''Yes!'' Sweet Pea exclaimed, pumping his fist excitedly.

She chuckled, looking at him with fond eyes. It was so rare of him to get this excited over events - or anything, really -, it was cute.

Almost as cute as the time he had stayed behind to help her clean up at La Bonne Nuit. There had been some misunderstandings between a Serpent and a Bulldog a couple months ago and, as expected, a punch had been thrown and resulted into a fight. Reggie had been quick to break it up with the help of Sweet Pea, but there was some damages made. Broken glass, blood stains and else. After everyone had left, the raven haired girl had been surprised to see that Sweet Pea was still there, a broomstick in hand, sweeping glass shards from the floor.

That night was also the same night she had invited him over at the Pembrooke - for drinks, she said. Needless to say, not much drinks were drank that night, but a lot of sultry kisses were exchanged as they fell on Veronica's bed.

Smiling at the memory, Veronica put her head on his shoulder as he searched online, the soft burnt red flannel rubbing against her cheek.

''Do you have a costume in mind for Halloween?'' Sweet Pea asked. ''PLease tell me it's not some sexy animal or I'll vomit on your expensive carpet.''

She scrunched her nose. ''My costume is picked. And, don't worry. I'm not think kind of girl, but I'm offended you thought so of me. I'm a Lodge, I have class.''

A low laugh rumbled from Sweet Pea's stomach as he shook his head. ''What is it?''

''It's a secret,'' Veronica proudly informed. ''I think you'll like it.''

Her lips twisted into a confident, malicious smile and Sweet Pea grinned, leaning down to kiss her.

''Consider me intrigued.''

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Dressed in her mini dress and feathery black wings, Veronica stood in the middle of La Bonne Nuit, admiring the spooky makeover she and Sweet Pea had given to the place. It was almost unrecognizable under all those spiderwebs, decors and props. She was very proud of their work.

Who knew Sweet Pea was great at decorating?

The stage had been turned into a jail cell with creepy props and strobe lights, the bar was covered in spiderwebs and all glasses had been replaced by halloween themed ones to go with the ambiance.

She had just finished writing down the special menu of the night on the blackboard when her phone screen lit up across the bar. Veronica put her chalk down and went to grab her phone when the lights flickered in the basement, making her frown.

Must be a power overload from all the lights and decors, she assumed. The place is old.

She reached for the device and read the screen: Masked ID. Her frown deepened. Who could this be? Her father? Prisons have masked numbers, right? Why would he call her though?

''Hello?'' she answered, curiosity and confusion in her tone.

No response.

''Hello?'' she repeated.

Still no response.

With a sigh, Veronica hung up, thinking it was some prank à la Scream - kids do that these days - when someone grabbed her from behind, causing her to let out a high pitched scream, her phone dropping on the floor.

Pop was upstairs, running the diner and Veronica was hoping he'd hear her and come down. Being a pacifist, Pop probably wouldn't fight her attacker from lack of defense knowledge, but he could call the cops.

Before Veronica could scream out for help again, any sound she thought of making was muffled by her attackers hand as he held her firmly against his chest.

A red light flashed in the young Lodge's mind, refusing to let whoever was attacking her go without a fight.

Since getting exposed to her father's mobster life, Veronica had learned how to defend and protect herself from possible harm.

She still didn't know how to fire a gun like her mom, but Veronica Lodge was not a damsel in distress. She knew how to fight back, and this was the perfect time to put her knowledge into action.

Rapidly studying her situation, she tried to jab her attacker with her elbows and free herself, causing them to get tangled into some spiderwebs and witch props, startling her attacker for a few seconds before he steadied himself, giving her barely enough time to escape.

She made a run for the stairs, praying that she wouldn't slip in her high heels boots but, just as she was about to reach the first stair, she screamed as a gloved hand pulled her back and pressed her against the wall, giving her full sight of her attacker's cult mask and blue mechanic cover-all.

''What do you want? Let go of me!'' Veronica demanded, voice steady and firm despite how scared she was.

She tried to reach up to remove his mask, but he grabbed her hands and secured them in his fist, preventing her from revealing his identity.

He didn't say anything, he just pressed his body against hers and, for a fraction of second, Veronica thought she was about to get raped. Her heart was beating fast behind her chest, getting flashbacks from her night with Nick St. Clair.

She opened her mouth to scream again, being closer to the door this time and having a better chance for Pop to hear her distress, but her breath caught in her throat, feeling something cool touching her neck. A blade.

Veronica stilled and gulped, terror flashing through her eyes.

A familiar laugh filled the air, giving away the identity of the masked asshole she called her boyfriend. She narrowed her eyes and hit his chest and shoulder, not holding back. ''You're such an asshole, Sweet Pea! Good Lord, never do that again...''

He removed his Michael Myers mask, revealing a big grin. ''You should've seen your face! You looked terrified,'' Sweet Pea pointed, still laughing.

She shouldn't have expected any less of him. He was an horror fanatic, after all. He even dressed up as his favorite slasher protagonist.

Veronica gave him a stern look, raising her arms. ''Of course I was! I thought someone was going to murder me. I had all the rights to be scared.''

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes. ''It wasn't even a real blade...'' She crossed her arms and he sighed, knowing what she was waiting for. ''I'm sorry...that I didn't get this on video.''

She swatted his chest and he pulled her into his hold, going in for a hug of forgiveness, but stopped mid-way, taking notice of her outfit. He had no idea what she was dressed as, maybe some bat or maybe that girl from Black Swan. What he knew was that she looked fucking hot in this fitted dress, hugging her in all the right paces.

Holding her at arm length, Sweet Pea glancing up and down. ''Fuck. You're going to be the death of me, Veronica Lodge,'' the Serpent declared, capturing his bottom lip with his teeth as he ran his hand on Veronica's sides, following the curve of her body. 

A fierce grin formed on Veronica's lips, cocking a perfectly plucked eyebrow. She took a step forward and closed the space between them, the tall one's cologne filling her nose. Sweet Pea's breath hitched as he leaned down, following her as she leaned in for a kiss but, just before her lips touched his, she abruptly dodged them, bringing her lips are next to his ear instead.

''I'm warning you,'' she said, her breath blowing on the shell of his ear as she spoke. ''If you take this knife to my bedroom, I'm going to be the one pointing it at you.''

Taking advantage of Sweet Pea's distraction to reach for the fake knife in his back pocket, stepping back to wiggle it between them.

A smirk formed on his lips. ''Noted.''