Jade Stellar: Supergirl In Love (One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 4

(Flashback)

It's Halloween.

The night when kids, even adults, go trick or treating and dresses up as a wad of tissue paper, white table cloth or bloody rugs also known as costumes. Even I, Trish Carlson, wears a costume. Hey, it's Halloween! It comes only once a year. So, why not, right? Tonight, I'm a vampire with fake plastic fangs and a dark cape. I remembered last year's Halloween, I dressed up as Tiffany. You know? Chuckie the killer doll's bride? Chuckie scared the hell out of me though, since then I'm somehow afraid of dolls. So like I was saying, I dressed as a vampire but I wore a dress though just to be different. To complete my attire, I wore dark eye shaddows and white make-up that made me look pale. Hey can I pass to be vampire Bella now with the stereotype cape and fangs? I pondered at that one, Edward Cullen and Jacob Black are so hot! But, I'm with team Jacob if you'd ask me. Taylor Lautner is sexy, he's one of my celebrity crushes! Too bad he doesn't know I exist.

I examine my face and something looks missing then an idea popped in my head. I drew fake blood, using lipstick, at the side of my lips down to my chin and I smeared it on purpose so that I look like I just savagely suck blood from a human. Voila! Vampirific! I wonder what blood tastes like? Bleh. Forget that I wondered, I think I'm going to puke. So, I was adjusting my shiny fangs in front of a mirror when...

Ding Dong! Ding Dong! The doorbell rang.

I smiled mischievously knowing that it's just kids going trick or treating then I checked one last time my reflection. Wait, vampires shouldn't have reflections, right? Oh wait, I'm not a real vampire, silly me. Haha. Satisfied with what I look, I danced all the way to the door, literally. I was to open the door when another idea popped in my head, gee these ideas keep on coming! I went to the kitchen and grabbed the strawberry syrup mom bought a day ago in the fridge. It's perfect because the color is bloody red, I clutch the bottle and laughed diabolically then immediately squeeze a little amount in my mouth, letting it ooze.

I peeked first in the peephole when I got to the door and I saw four kids around six years old, wearing costumes and they're holding plastic pumpkin baskets oozing with delicious candies. Three of them are boys and one is a girl. A grim reaper, a mummy, a witch and a pumpkin? Who imitates a pumpkin? I pushed the thought away with a smirk then I slowly open the door to add effect, and it even made a creaking sound. That's more like it!

"Trick or Tre-"

"Rawwwwwwwr!" I roared at them, raising both my arms like claws not giving them the chance to finish. The syrup oozed from my mouth because it's hanging open and I gave them my scariest face possible, I think. Because they ran while screaming their lungs out calling their moms, they even threw their baskets filled with candy in the air, giving me a candy confetti. I spotted a Twix lying on the ground and picked it up. Hmm, my favorite! I was going to have a bite when I saw Liam walking towards me. He has an amused expression plastered on his face.

"You have to do that to get a bar of Twix? So mean." He teased as he smiled. He traced his finger across the dripping syrup and putted his syrup coated finger in his mouth. "Hmm, strawberry."

"Nah," I rolled my eyes at him and grab another bite of scrumptious chocolate. "I wish something new and extraordinary will happen tonight. It's been a boring day, nothing exciting happened so don't blame me." I explained and poked my tongue at him as I motioned him to come inside. I wiped my mouth with a hanky and walk towards the sink to wash my mouth. Hmm, I ruined my make-up.

I just noticed his costume. He's cosplaying Woody from Toy Story with fake blood stains on his costume just to make it... Halloween like. Liam, really? "Nice costume, Li. Aren't you suppose to be scary?" I snickered and threw myself on the couch and grabbed a bowl of candy that's supposed to be for the trick or treaters. Not anymore since I scare the hell out of them! Instead of giving them treats, I'm the one who is tricking them. So childish of me, I must say. My mom will probably roll my eyes at my immaturity and just sigh, "What will I do with my 15 year old daughter who thinks like she's 7?"