It's Halloween and Arianna is going to a haunted hayride. While she's there with her two companions, she runs into old friends. All for fun, and fun for all! Turns out, the monsters of the ride aren't the scariest things there....[HIATUS]
Dislaimer: I do not own Twilight nor any of the characters. I do, however, own Arianna, William, and Guinevere.
1. When Myths Come Out To Play
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This year instead of the party, I would be going to a haunted hayride with two other people. Where we were going not only had the hayride, but also three haunted houses and some haunted woods. I do believe this place was called “Valley of Fear” – how frightening.
After throwing on a pair of dark jeans, black tank top and my leather jacket, all of which fitted me very well, I looked myself over in the mirror. I wasn’t exactly tan by some people’s standards, some would say I was pale, either way, my skin was flawless. It didn’t really matter anyway, not like I could tan if I wanted to, or burn. My hair was a gorgeous red color that you can never get out of a bottle. It was about waist length, straight, but able to curl. When it did curl, it framed my face well. My eyes were a dark brown and looked black from a distance, which contrasted very nicely with my skin and hair. However, when ever I was angered, my eyes color would switch abruptly from the darkest of browns to black. That’s always a warning sign to run. My eyebrows, unlike my hair, were also brown like my eyes, though a little lighter. Overall, I was beautiful. I was never vain; though I’m sure multiple individuals thought I was.
When I was satisfied with my appearance, I made my way downstairs to wait for my cousin, Guinevere. She was always good to have around if I was in the mood to laugh a lot. Though I hate to choose between my cousins, she would have to be the one I enjoyed spending time with most.
I looked up and saw her walking down the flight of steps gracefully. She also had a nice, clear complexion. She had clear blue eyes which looked well against her dark hair. I raised my eyebrow at her as she came closer to me. She giggled. “What’s that look for?” she asked me.
“And what, pray tell, are you wearing?”
“You don’t like it?” she asked twirling around a few times.
I snorted. “Depends, why are there wings sticking out of your back?”
She giggled again. “I’m a fairy! It is Halloween after all, Arianna. People are supposed to get dressed up. You should get in the spirit!”
I rolled my eyes at her. “I am.”
“Oh?” She placed her hands on her hips. “Really? What’re you supposed to be then?”
I crossed my arms across my chest. “I’m going as a human,” I told her with a smirk.
It was her turn to snort. “We’re always pretending to be human. You have to pick something different!” It was interesting to see how intense she was about this.
“Fine, I’ll change.” I walked over to the cabinet and took out a dagger, placing it inside my jacket. “There, I’m a vigilante.”
“You’re impossible! Why can’t you just wear a costume?” she asked, exasperated.
I was saved from answering by the arrival of William, my knight in shining armor. He came up and grabbed my waist, placing a kiss on my lips. As we broke apart, his dark eyes searched mine. I smiled at him, giving him a kiss of my own.
I let my fingers find their way to his dark brown hair, beautifully arrayed in a perfect mess of soft waves. He turned away from me to look at Guinevere, all the while keeping a firm hold on my hips.
Judging by his reaction, I gathered that he didn’t notice Gwenn when he first entered the large living room. His mouth was open, somewhat like a frog. He closed it and gave her a skeptical glance. “Do you plan on wearing that?” he asked her.
She nodded at him slyly. “Indeed I do, and neither of you are wearing a costume!”
He shook his head. “I am not going to the hayride with you wearing that. Go change, now.”
She glared at him resentfully, and turned around to walk back up the stairs in a huff. It was all too funny, so naturally I couldn’t hold in my laughter. At the top of the stairs she turned to incorporate me into her glare. “I’ll be back,” she told us in a menacing tone.
I just smiled at her. “I don’t doubt it.” She rolled her eyes and proceeded to her room to change into something normal.
After about five minutes, she flew back down the stairs and landed in front of me. “So I changed, after you both burst my bubble. Happy?”
I heard William chuckle. “Immensely. Shall we go?”
No of course not, Guinevere needed to berate us first for ruining her dress up fun. “I don’t understand why you two can’t just dress up! It’s so simple and easy. It’s Halloween, you’re supposed to dress up and look like a dork!”
“Gwenn, it’s not only Halloween, but also my birthday. So I think I’ll make the grand decision of whether or not I want to look like an idiot on it, thanks.” She rolled her eyes at me. “Yes, yes, I know. We always ruin your fun. Silly us, not wanting to wear frilly, pink tutus!”
Gwenn was about to respond when William cut in smoothly. “Speaking of birthdays,” he murmured turning to me, “did I wish you a happy one?”
I laughed and nodded, bringing myself closer to him. “Twice, verbally.”
He smiled slightly. “And none verbally?”
I smirked. “I think we all know that amount…”
It was his turn to laugh. “Hmmm, I suppose we all do. Well, let’s go for three verbally. I’ve always heard third time’s the charm.”
“And are you trying to charm me?” I asked innocently.
He laid his forehead against mine. “Is it working?”
I shook me head. “Not at the moment. Now, you were saying something about a third time?”
He pulled me into his chest and whispered in my ear, “Happy seventeenth birthday…again.”
I sat in the passenger seat of our black 2007 Ford Shelby Mustang Cobra, while William drove and Gwenn was in the back. The whole way there we sat in silence, letting the dark of night envelope us.
When we got to the hayride, William let us get out while he went to park the car. I decided to go ahead and get the tickets: it would be a full package, all of it. After buying the tickets, Gwenn and I took up a seat on one of the picnic tables, getting glances from all of the single men, as well as the ones who were taken. We didn’t pay any attention to any of them at all, it was normal.
Finally, William came walking over to us and took my hand, leading us towards the so called “Valley of Fear.” Honestly, I did not see a valley. All three of us followed the path to the beginning of this haunted night and got into the line for the hayride.
There were quite a few cars with about five minutes time in between each one, so the line really didn’t take all that long. We stood there talking amongst ourselves, mere feet away from out turn to get into the cart attached to the tractor.
We handed our tickets to the guy collecting them and started looking for the best place to sit, for the paramount view of making fun of the passengers and “monsters.” All of a sudden I heard a squeal from behind me and a person shaped rock was thrown at me, nearly taking me down.
“Arianna!” it shouted at me, voice tinkling like bells. It took me a moment to focus after being hit with such a force. When my eyes finally took in who was hanging on me, I smiled.
“Well, well, if it isn’t our favorite vampires. Out for a little romp, dear Cullens?”