Fangs, horns and chaos one shots

Tick. Tick. Tick. (Pt 2- later that morning)

TW: mention of blood, death, some gore, a g*n, description of corpses, mention of ab*se, overall sad shit, implied su*c*de

Tick. Tick. Tick. The clock continues to click and time continues to pass.

Beep! Beep! Beep! An alarm goes off at 8am, having been set the previous night. The alarm however, wasn't going to wake anyone as alarms can't wake the dead.
Across the street, an alarm goes off in a master bedroom. A man yawns sleepily and presses the snooze button for his wife, who was still asleep in the bed the two of them share. The man gets out of the bed carefully, making sure not to wake her. Walking over to the floor length mirror that stands by a wall, he grabs his clothes from the wardrobe door that he had hung up the night before. He shrugs on the clothes and fixes his hair in the mirror, smiling at his wife. She was still sleeping soundly but he could see her reflection in the mirror.

He then leaves the room, entering his two sons' rooms one by one and seeing if they were awake. This man had two sons, and at the time the eldest was three and the youngest was nearly one. The eldest was still asleep, cuddling with a teddy but his youngest was wide awake. The youngest son looks up at his Father with big green eyes, doing grabbing hands "Papa! Papa!"
He smiles and picks up his son, cuddling him close, saying cheerfully "Morning Kieran, you're up bright and early today".
Kieran babbles gibberish happily.
The young Adrian, who was merely 25 and already with two children, smiles at his youngest son. He goes over and pulls the curtains in the room, frowning slightly as something catches his eye. A man. In a collared white shirt and leather jacket, hanging around his neighbours' house.

The man was walking around the outside of the house, stopping at the window to the master bedroom, peering in and then looking around outside the house again, as if looking for someone or something. Adrian knew his neighbours that lived in that house well. Twins and their wife. There was Drake, the shyer more withdrawn twin; Sebastian, the outgoing and flirty twin- he had caught him flirting with both Adrian himself and his wife Susie several times; and Martha, their wife, dainty and elegant yet somehow clearly the one in control within the three's relationship. He knew the three of them well. He knew most of their friends. And he knew that the man in the leather jacket was not a friend of his neighbours. Even if he hadn't known his neighbours so well, he still wouldn't have trusted the man. He was pale, unnaturally so and the man's face (that Adrian kept getting opportunities to look at) was chiseled and handsome but the featured were contorted into a fierce scowl, making the man look dodgy and unattractive.

Adrian didn't care for the man snooping around his neighbours' house. He knew that they had a child, a little older than his eldest and the idea of a dodgy individual hanging around a house that was home to a child made Adrian unsettled and annoyed. That man has no right to go snooping. That isn't his property! Adrian himself scowls and gently places Kieran back in his cot. "Papa will be back in a minute, Kieran. I just need to have a word with a man."

"Papa..?" Kieran says, tilting his head in confusion as Adrian leaves the room.

Adrian rolls up his sleeves, folding the shirt sleeves over the cotton sleeves of his vneck and slicks his hair back. He walks out of his house, leaving it on the latch before going over to the man in the leather jacket. "Hey. You. What are you doing?" Adrian says sternly.
Whipping around, the man smiles sheepishly, a contrast to the scowl he had seen on the man's face from the window. "Oh. Hiya Sir! Good morning!" He says pleasantly.

Raising an eyebrow, Adrian repeats himself "What are you doing? Why are you snooping around my neighbours' house?"

The man sighs "Cmon sir, why do you care? It's not like you live here,"Adrian frowns at the man "I care because I care about my neighbours. I know they wouldn't take kindly to you snooping. I'm going to tell them about this anyway, you might aswell have a good excuse"

The man smirks. "Oh? So that's what you want? To tell them about me? Sorry to rain on your parade but im afraid you're unable to do that" he says and chuckles , the cheery sound coming across as menacing as soon as it left the man's mouth.
Adrian furrows his brow in annoyance "What's that supposed to mean? What did you do to them?!" He growls, his volume increasing as he grows nearer to losing his temper.
The man merely continues to chuckle, throwing Adrian a dismissive hand gesture that only infuriated him more. "I didn't do anything to them" the man states simply, as if any notion otherwise was absurd. He then shrugs, saying "Hey if you still want to try talk to them then be my guest, just go look in the master bedroom's window"

Adrian debates it for a few moments before doing so, ignoring the man's words as he approaches the window, some sort of warning. He didn't hear, he didn't listen and he certainly didn't care what the man in the leather jacket had to say. However, when he got to the window and peers inside the red-tinted glass, he wishes he had listened. There laying in a pool of their own blood, brain and bone were his neighbours that he knew so well. The twins' hands were clutched together tightly even in death with Martha laying a little further away, nearer the door. Perhaps she had tried to escape the room and then-
Adrian stops himself from thinking and theorising about what might've happened as it made his stomach churn. Something he noticed but didn't think much of at the time ,for he was still in shock at that point, but would later recall was that both the twins' eyes were closed but Martha's were wide open, staring ahead at nothing. Standing, watching, listening, Adrian stays at the window for a few minutes, unable to tear himself away from the horrific sight. He stands at the window, watching the corpses, listening to the almost-silence of the house - the only sound in the building the steady Tick, Tick, Tick of the alarm clock. The almost-silence made Adrian think. He felt like he was forgetting something. The clock ticks on. Tick. Tick. Tick.

Until he suddenly remembers, able to tear his gaze away from the corpses of the people that had been his neighbours just mere hours before, as he figures out the one person not in the master bedroom. Louie. The young child.

Adrian sprints to the Louie's window, fully prepared to break in and take Louie in as one of his own. However, when he stops at the window, his heart sinks. Louie was missing from the room- and that wasn't all that was missing. Various items from the room itself were missing such as: an assortment of sippy cups and clothing;the navy blue blanket Susie and Adrian had made for Louie back when he was first born; and the duck stuffie that the young child so often carried around.

Adrian begins to panic, trying to figure out where the child could be and why there were items missing. Surely no family member would've come for the kid yet? The bodies were still in the master bedroom for god's sake. Thoughts swirl around his head, panicking, his paternal instincts kicking in, wanting to help the newly-orphaned five year old, imagining what it would be like if it was one of his own two sons in Louie's place and panicking more.

As Adrian sinks down into the grass, hugging his knees and accepting defeat, that he wasn't going to be able to find or save Louie, the man in the leather jacket slips away, grinning, smirking, unnoticed. The man in the leather jacket had slipped Adrian's mind, the least of his problems.

And the clock?

The clock ticked on steadily.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

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