- Gotta talk to him, be right back.

- You what?! – Craft shouted after her, but she didn’t even turn. She heared when Craft asked Tash if she understood what Ban said, but didn’t pay attention.

- Stark!

- Scarlett...?

He was wearing red sunglasses, but when she was close enough she could see his bloodshot eyes.

- We need to talk.

She wasn’t even threatening, but Stark became afraid, which would’ve been strage even if Ban did threaten him. Doesn’t matter as she was too nervous to notice anything.

- So... basically... I wanted to say sorry.

Tony’s eyes opened so wide Ban thought they’d pop out, and he pushed his sunglasses up on his head.

- Sorry for what exactly?

Ban smiled sheepishly, and touched her nose.

- I didn’t mean to break it. Actually I didn’t even want to hit you, but I wasn’t feeling well, and I’m not telling you this because I really feel... bad about these things, but just, y’know because it’s the truth and I’m so fucking good at pranks and I didn’t want you to think that it was a prank, if it was a prank it would’ve been more fun-

- Nah, I knew it wasn’t a prank, I just thought that you thought it was me, I mean the stuff thrown at you, and really I wasn’t laughing at you, okay, I was , but just because you had that I don’t even know what face...

- Oh, good, God!, sorry, I knew it wasn’t you, shit, sorry, I didn’t want to... And we took your car.

- I know. My favourite one.

- Shiet – Ban couldn’t do anything but grinning like an idiot, but fortunately Stark was doing the same thing.

- I’ll take it as a prank.

- I’ll pay for the petrol – Ban swore, but Tony laughed at her.

- That would totally ruin the prank, forget it.

- Oh. Um... how’s your nose? And – her gaze fell on his lips and the small scar. – was it me, too? I punch too hard.

Tony grinned again, puzzled.

- It...  – he caressed his lower lip. - It’s from another time, don’t worry about it. Did...

He stopped, searching for the right words.

- Did you like the party?

Ban went total red, but beamed at him.

- Don’t really remember it, I guess I must have... It’s your fault, the coctails were delicious, I got super drank in an hour. Craft dragged me home – in your car – so... It must have been good though, Tash said she enjoyed it.

- Good then. Great – Tony smiled in relief. They stood in silence for a few minutes. This is awkward, Ban thought. She wanted to ask him about his project, and the cars, which were obviously upgraded by him himself and a lot of other stuff, but the conversation started to feel like a totally normal one, so she remained quiet. Tony felt the awkwardness too, and though he wanted to tell Ban that she can borrow his car anytime she wanted to, and invite her to a coffee, out loud he just said:

- I’ll see you at the lab.

- Yeah, bye.

She was burning when she retuned to Craft and Natasha. She fanned herself to disguise the blush.

- He’s hot – Ban said as she sat down again, then realised what she just did. – I mean it’s hot. The weather! The weather is hot, stop laughing!

But they were laughing so hard that Ban started grinning too.

- Ladies – Steve arrived but didn’t sit down. – Craft, we have class in a few minutes.

- Shit, I totally forgot! – she gasped and packed her books and lunch into her bag. Ban eyed them suspiciously.

- I’m lost. Since when do you two share classes?

Craft was already up, she looked down to Tash and Ban. Steve forgot his hand on her shoulder.

- It’s norwegian, we took it up recently, mostly because of Thor...

- Sometimes he has bad dreams – Steve grinned painfully. – Vivid nightmares about his brother or what, and when he wakes up from them in the middle of the night he forgets English, and usually takes me for a wild bear or I don’t know what kind of enemy.

- So we figured it would help, maybe – Craft continued – If Steve could call him on Thor’s motherlanguage.

- It’s so nice – Tash smiled, but Ban was annoyed.

- You thought? Since when do the two of you spend so much time alone, last time I checked I had to go wherever you went...

- Sorry Ban, we’re late, talk to you later!

- Girls are talking about you having a pacemaker – Bruce told Tony once, after class. Tony didn’t think about it much.

- It’s Hannah, right? The one spreading the rumors.

- Tony, I don’t know all your girlfirends by name.

- Long legs, she spreads them just as easily as rumors, straight bangs and she always wears laced underwear.

- Tell me about their panties and I’ll identify them, seriously, Tony, it’s not the point, how could you...

- They’re not believeing it.

- For now – Bruce was more concerned than Tony ever will be, - but...

- Come on, Hannah told them after a crazy party that I had a shiny metalpad in my chest that’s keeping me alive, would you believe her? They must have thought that she was hallucinating; she did drink a lot. I guess.

He looked at Ban; she was still at her seat, and they didn’t talk out of lab. A part of him didn’t mind it at all; he was afraid that he might spill something about the party night, and that would be lethal.

- There’s still a rumor.

- They will forget about it soon.

- It’s been more than two weeks, Tony. You should lay low and don’t sleep with...

- Are you trying to kill me? Not like I can do celibate, I need girls, it’s essential.

- Tony...

- Oh, it’s easy for you!

- What do you mean?! – Bruce reacted quickly, startled. Tony raised an eyebrow.

- Like... you don’t have a glowing shit in your heart...? Maybe?

He wanted to step out of the class, but he bumped into Steve. He greeted him, and actually did seem happy to see him, shook his and Bruces hand too. He was with Craft, but the girl just said hello and then hurried in to cling to Ban and carry her outside. It was a cute attempt considering their sizes.

- They’re going to hairdresser – Steve explained, - cause Ban’s dye is wearing off, and she wants to be ’dead-red’, or so she sais, at Halloween.

- I’m gonna dye my hair green! – Craft shouted and beamed like a madman; she looked like a kindergartener.

- And apparently she wants to dye her hair green – Steve finished with a miserable smile.

- Green is a nice colour – Bruce nodded trying to hold his laugh back. Craft looked at him.

- Steve’s not too fond of my idea. I asked him if he liked purple better, but he said he liked me blond.

- Think it through again, okay? – Ban sounded tired as she drove Craft off the door. She didn’t look at Tony.

- I feel grey between two redheads – she pouted. Need some colour. Tony and Bruce looked at Steve, but he backed.

- She meant Natasha. I’m just as blond as I was and ever will be.

- Let’s get going – Ban said. – I want to get some sleep tonight.

The girls wawed bye and went out. Tony, acting totally on instincts jumped to the door, and yelled after them.

- Doing anything on Halloween?

They turned around, and Ban smiled cheekily.

- Throwing another party? Will there be coctails?

Tony swallowed. It’d surely be nice finishing what they started last time the coctails were involved.

- Actually, i thought I’d invite you and some others... basically friends, to the house... just a few of us.

- Sounds non-Stark – Ban laughed, and Craft cheered.

- I’m in!

Ban finally had an idea for her costume and went out to buy the clothes she needed.
The cold came fast this year; a week ago a jacket was enough, now she had to wear a coat. At daytime it was not so bad, but when the Sun started to go down, she could feel the winter coming.
Though there were some, who enjoyed the cold; Craft finally wore her cute fluffy pullovers and furry boots, and enjoyed the cool wind coming to town. When Steve first saw her in those clothes, Ban thought he’d die from the cuteness.
She fastened her scarf and started walking faster, but then she saw Steve sitting on a bench, legs pulled up, and he seemed busy.

- Hello Captain! – she greeted and saluted grinning, he smiled back. – What’cha doing?

Steve streched, yawned and put his sketchbook beside him.

- We’ve received our projects for the end of the semester; I’m looking for ideas, but it’s getting dark already.

Ban sat down and dipped into the book. Steve was an amazing artist, and these were just sketches, and not even coloured.

- I think you’ve got quite a few ideas.

- Just scraps. Where have you been? Are those clothes? For Halloween?

- Uhum. I finally realised what’d be perfect for me, and got the stuff for it... What will you be?

- Uh... I’ll borrow a costume I think... But you gave me the idea.

- Me – Ban looked up from the drawings, but couldn’t think of any comment she said about Steve Halloween costumes. She turned back to the book – Then it’ll be perfect.

She stopped at a page; a rough sketch of a girl with short, curly hair and dreamy eyes. She smiled knowingly and closed the book.

- Don’t you want to draw Craft? For real? She would be freaking happy, I’ll ask her now, wait here, or better, come after me!

- Wait, Ban, it’s...! – Steve blushed and tried to catch the girl, but she ran too fast.

She was so happy, she felt like she could do anything, even getting Craft and Steve together. And she waited Halloween; Stark said he would only invite his close friends, and for some reason Ban was sure it didn’t include his girls.

Speaking of the devil, they were waiting for her at the backdoor of the dorm. Not all of them, but three – the first three.

- Cursed girls, they are – said Natasha once. – It’s like a neverendig spiral, they tell you that Tony is the best of any men on sheets, then you don’t want anyone else, you won’t ever have a normal, stable relationship, and you’ll always hope, that Tony will settle down beside you, but it will never happen. And the other guys don’t like them much... Maybe the other popular ones, but not as a girlfriend. I guess, that’s why they stick together.

Sticking together alright just before the door. Ban frowned. Ever since the party she wasn’t picked on. Why now?

- What’s going on with Tony? – asked the blond one; she was older than Ban and extremely jelous of everyone and everything.

- I think you’d know better than me; I haven’t talked to him since last lab, and I didn’t think you’re interested in cables, which we were talking about.

The girls’ faces darkened, and another one opened her mouth. She was blondish too, the colour resembled Ban’s hairs original colour. Enough to became unsympathetic.

- Helga told us that he slept with her at the party... but she was stone drunk and said a lots of other stuff too... And even if it’s true, it’s been two weeks and nothing. This year is starting strange.

- And I couldn’t care less – Ban stated. – Good for Helga, be happy. Even if nothing happened, at least she had a good wet dream. Now I have some business...

- He didn’t say anything about the Halloween party – the first girl stood in front of her. – There’s always a Halloween party, and last year’s was at the Stark mansion.

Ban pushed her aside, not too hard, just to get her out of the way.

- I don’t know anything, if you’ve got problems, ask Tony... Stark. Not my business.

She was annoyed when she stepped into the dorm, but when she reached her floor she was smiling again – she was right, Stark didn’t invite his girls.

She bumped the door open and Craft jumped in her bed. She was reading again, that faerytale-like book, and Steve too, was there, sitting on the carpet with his back to Ban’s bed. And he was reading that book too.

- Oh boy, you’re kidding me.

- You told me to follow you – Steve said. – But you were too fast, so I thought I’d just come to your room. And since you weren’t here, I started reading. It’s actually good...

Ban wanted to explain, that Steve being here wasn’t her problem, but the two of them being together reading, bu she didn’t want to push her limits.

- And got my theme for the project. Fairytales. Classic.

Craft smiled and put her book aside, but Ban wasn’t pleased.

- Why do you even have more than one of a book?

- It’s a series! – Craft expressed indignantion and showed Ban the book. – It’s the third part. Steve has the first.

- I’m borrowing it, then.

- Sure.

- Ban, what did you want to talk about?

But she just waved.

- Nevermind. You two are beyond hopeless.

It wasn’t until Halloween that Ban got to know who were coming to the party; they met in front of the dormitory, laughing at each other’s costumes. Not like they were bad; they were actually pretty good.

Craft decided to become a fairy, and her purple-green mania looked good for once. She said that she had wings too, but those were hidden under her pull. She did dye her hair, and it wasn’t as bad as they thought it would be. Steve borrowed a soldier uniform, and bought a few plastic guns. With his built anyone would’ve believed that he was a real soldier. Tony invited Thor too – he said he’s never met any funnier guy than him, and apparently he was good with costumes. He dressed up as a northern god, as he said, and was in full armor made of real metal, and weighted... a lot. He said the armor was family heirloom along with the cape and everything he wore, and they decided that they didn’t want to know why did he packed these too when he transfered. Bruce said he didn’t have any creative ideas, but he did manage a cool gangster outfit, and he looked badass. Clint just said, he regrets nothing when he took off his coat to show them is Robin Hood costume. Apparently, Robin Hood was his childhood hero. And archery is cool. They all agreed that Ban is the sexiest between them in her bitchy pirate outfit which included a skirt too and a deep-cut lacey shirt. She was the sexiest until Tash zipped her long coat and let them see her tiny nurse costume, colours black and red. She had a tail and small red horns too.

They decided to walk to the house; it was probably half an hour walk, and the way went through the garden- area with the excited children in costumes, and Jack’s laments everywhere and perfect Halloween-mood.

They shouldn’t have been surprised when they saw the mansion, but they were, basically stunned by the decoration. The whole house was halloween-y, and carved pumpkins covered the stairs to the entrance, ghouls and ghosts hung from everywhere, strange forms were hiding behind most windows, some of them had creepy glow behind them.

- This is cool – Clint groaned with dry throat. They neared to the door, walking round the pumpkin army. They weren’t the only ones staring at the house, and many envious sight followed them when they went in.

Candles. Inside, in the first hall the only light were candles. Many of them. On tables, shelves and all along the main staircase. The front door closed behind them loudly. Craft jumped and grabbed Steve’s jacket and Ban’s hand, They laughed at her quietly.

But they all jumped and screamed when someone landed in front of them, and bowed.

- Welcome into my humble home, travellers!

Thor roared with laughter, went to the front and hugged their host strudily.

- Well if it wasn’t a fascinating performance, Anthony Stark! I am pleased to be invited yet again to this fabulous castle, whereas I shall take this very opportunity to prove my worth...

- Thanks Thor, but no need – Tony got out of the deadly hug. – Wow, you all look good, ladies, everyone is beautiful tonight. Not as pretty as me, but...

- But you haven’t seen what’s under the coat yet – Natasha interrupted Tony, and they laughed.

- Got it, I’ll show you a place where you can undress.

- Completely – Clint whispered loudly so everyone heared. Ban hit his head lightly.

After they got their coats off, Tony started speaking again.

- We have a big salon on the third floor, I though we could spend the night there. Room enough for everyone and a big screen for films.

- Horror films – Bruce corrected, and loaded his fake gun.

- Are these films of horror enjoyable?

- They are scary – explained Craft and withdrew to Steve. Ban hide a satisfied grin.

The first and second floors were completely dark, but the third was decorated again, even more than the ground. Looked like a castle, matching to Tony’s vampire outfit – Dracula, as he pointed out.
The salon was really big with couches and armchairs and pillows everywhere in front of the enermous screen. Tony put down his cape to a chair, and pulled his shoes off. He gestured towards the windows, where stood the tables full of various foods and drinks.

- All you can eat – he said grinning, and Clint was already there. – And I forgot, but the bathroom opens from the corridor, it’s the first door next to the stairs.

Ban ran and jumped on the biggest couch just before the screen, and streched.

- This is mine.

Tash occupied az armchair next to the couch with some cookies Clint gave her, like he was bringing food to a nest. Craft sat down on a few pillows with her back to Ban’s place and Steve followed her, just as well Tony. Bruce went to the other couch with Thor and he saved room for Clint too, who – like some kind of bird – transported food to everyone, and eat from everything he liked meanwhile.

- What kind of performance will we be seeing? – asked Thor, and Tony got the remote.

- I picked Paranormal activity – he said. – It’s not too scary, but nice for Halloween...

- Lame – Natasha raised an eyebrow provocatively, but Tony just grinned.

- I don’t want Craft to die from a heart attack.

- Don’t make me look like I’m a coward! We can watch whatever you want  - she spat and crossed her arms.

- It’s good for me – said Ban, still lying on the coach. – I can watch anything if I don’t have to get up. This is fucking comfortable.

Tony started the film, but they didn’t pay much attention to it.

- How come you don’t live here, Stark? – Ban asked while she petted Craft’s hair. She was constantly trembling and she tried to melt into the couch and Steve.

- THE BLANKET MOVED! – she screamed, and Steve hugged her blushing. Ban would’ve thought she was doing it on purpose if she didn’t know Craft better.

- I prefer the dorm, it’s not bad quality and is closer to the university... And to the other students, of course.

- Tony, the philantopist – Steve chuckled, and looked back at them. Clint turned to them too, from the neighbor couch.

- I think he meant the girls by the other students. How big is your harem now?

Tony shrugged his shoulder.

- I stopped counting at twenty...

Ban jabbed his head, grinning.

- Showoff!

- SERIOUSLY GUYS IT’S DRAGGING HER AWAY! – Craft commented again, and they burst out in laughter. Crafts random exclaims were funny and those tims they even looked at the screen, until Natasha screamed too.

- Something’s touched my legs!

Clint snore.

- Very creative Tash- Oh my god it’s here too!

- I don’t wanna dieeeee – Craft whined with teary eyes, and Steve looked at Tony, but he seemed clueless too.

- It’s behind the couch – Ban whispered. – I hear it.

They were paralyzed in silence, when Thor finally had enough, stood up and went behind the couch. They all jerked up to see what’s happening.

- My friends – Thor said. – The intruder is a simple kindhearted animal. He must be drawn here by our pleasant company and vivid chattering.

Tony got behind the couch immediately and lifted the kindhearted animal.

- This is my cat.

- One big ugly carrion – Clint made a wry face, and imitated throwing up when the cat started purring and rubbed to Tony’s face.

- You’re just angry cause he hurt your pride – Bruce laughed at him.

- It’s a her – Tony said as he petted the cat.

- Cats are vicious carnivores – Thor told Clint. – I know from my own experience, from which a wild mountain cat almost teared my arm down. This specimen resembles to that one.

- Just third the size – Natasha added giggling, but all he got was a serious stare from her ex.

- She’s a norvegian forest cat – Tony explained, and let her down. She walked through Ban’s back, and purred into her face.

- I like your cat – she said as she caressed her. – More than you, eventually.

Tony clutched his heart.

- You hurt my feelings, lady.

Ban wanted to riposte, but Craft shouted again.

- LOOK AT THAT WHAT’S THIS I CAN’T EVEN...

- Craft, nothing’s there.

- THAT’S THE PROBLEM, THEN WHAT’S MOVING THE DOOR?

- I’m glad we didn’t pick a scarier movie – Natasha said teasingly. – Every time Annie screams, my heart jumps.

Everyone, except Craft found it funny, but Clint called for them in a greatly disgusted voice.

- Guys, hey, guys... Take this... thing off me. Okay? Please?

The cat settled down on his lap, and started moulding his thighs, while Bruce petted her.

- She likes you.

- It’s an honour – Tony added beaming, but Clint obviously wasn’t honoured.

- Seriously, now, get it off meaaaaauuuuuuhh! It sanked his claws into my legs, this is...

- It’s a her, like I told you.

- He’s screamed like he was meowing – Craft laughed finally. She stood up too and caressed the cat away from the wriggling Clint.

- She’s almost bigger than you – Steve laughed, but started petting the cat when Craft sat back beside him.

- What’s her name? – Ban asked, and stroke the cats head, and the pet enjoyed the spotlight. Like his owner. Except Tony didn’t purr. Ban glanced at him, standing behind the couch, eyeing his cat. She could easily imagine Tony purring.

- Sir Furrance Pawndora. But I wonder...

His words sank in the laughter.

- Is it for real?

- Are you serious?

- Sir? Is this warrious carnivore a knight, then?

- Aaaw, that’s cute...

- She doesn’t seem to mind her name.

- I’d claw your eyes out Tony, in her place...

- It’s just a fucking flea-storage – Clint shared his opinion, and Sir Furrance Pawndora looked at him. – Don’t come near me!

- I wonder how she got here – Tony could finally say what he wanted.

- What do you mean? – Tasha got up from the armchair and sat down next to Craft and the cat.

- I left her at home – in the main mansion – when I came here... miles from here.

- She must have missed you.

- I bet she didn’t – Ban sneered. – She seems intelligent.

- We must honour this fine and loyal hero with a feast and warrious stories, if she really did fight her way through that long journey with unspeakable dangers.

- I think she’s just having her feast in Craft’s arms – Tony said with an amused smile, then the lights went out, only the candles stayed. They shut up immediately and looked at Tony.

- It wasn’t me.

- Yeah, like... – Clint started, but a cold breeze swept through the room, and the candles went out too. Only the warm, yellow lights filtered in from the streets.

- Tony, it’s not funny – Steve scowled. – Craft’s having a silent mental breakdown here.

- Told you, it wasn’t me.

- I heared that there’ll be a storm tonight – Bruce said. – Maybe...

- A storm? – Ban asked worriedly, but they didn’t pay attention.

- No, we have our own energy sources, so I don’t get the blackout either – Tony frowned. - Stay here, I’ll look after the problem. Whatever it is, can’t be too hard to fix.

He set off to the door, but Craft stood up suddenly.

- You shouldn’t go off by yourself.

- You’re sweet Craft, but it’s my house, I’m perfectly safe he...

- You obviously don’t know a thing of Halloween.

They stopped moving again. It was hard to see in the faint light, but they looked at each other, if any of them said that, but everyone was clueless. At the back of the room, from the complete darkness, someone approached them. If she said that earlier, than it was a her; though she had low, husky voice. She was dressed in black and had a big hood on her head. She raised a hand.

- You will answer for your crimes.

Suddenly a lightning stroke near the house, followed fast by the thunder, so everyone jumped and screamed, even their agressor, and her hood fell back to her back.

- Holy shit, that was scary! – she sweared, and Ban shouted back at her.

- You tell me?!

After she realised that they were staring at her stunned and stupidly, she let out a puzzled laugh.

- The lightning was a surprise.

She stepped closer, and Tony went ahead, and took her hand, finally grinning.

- Everyone, this is Pepper. Pepper Potts, my cousin.

- Hey – she waved nervously. – I just arrived and thought I’d surprise you...

After a few seconds of silence Thor started laughing loud, and the others joined. He stepped to the girl and kissed her hand.

- I am Thor, born in the cold Norway. I welcome you here Pepper Potts, cousin of Anthony.

She was so surprised that she started giggling, though she didn’t seem like the giggling-type. She was ginger with lots of freckles, and seemed older than them, but maybe not much. Ban streched over the couch and shook her hand.

- Rachael Scarlett, nice to meet you.

- We know each other – Natasha waved. – Hello Peps. How’s the company?

- Fine, thanks, hello Bruce... and you must be Craft, we talked over the phone, nice meeting you. And your boyfriend...

Steve leaned in for her streched hand. He blushed with Craft, but didn’t correct Pepper.

- Steven Rogers. Pleased to meet you.

- I’m Clint Barton. In case you were wondering, yes, I’m more popular than Tony.

Pepper smiled.

- Even without any flirting skills? I’m thrilled.

Natasha laughed shamelessly and beamed at Pepper.

- And I brought you Fluff too – she turned to Tony again.

- She means Sir Furrance Pawndora.

- Tony, no one calls her by that name.

- They should.

He seemed offended, just as Clint.

- You brought this beast here? You seemed nice.

Another lightning stroke, a bit further, but the thunder was still loud.

- Excuse me – Ban said, and went out, to the bathroom.

- You okay? – Craft asked, and she smiled.

- Completely fine. I have to pee, okay?

They laughed again, and Craft’s blush deepened. They sat down in different orders, occupying Ban’s couch too. Pepper was fun to talk to, and she enjoyed sharing funny – embarassing – stories of Tony’s and her childhood.

After a while, Tony noticed that Craft’s been looking at the doorway frequently, so he did too, but didn’t see anything. The others were laughing again at Pepper’s story, and Craft realised that Tony didn’t laugh, but was looking at her.

- Ban – she formed with her lips silently, and Tony realized suddenly that Ban still didn’t come back. They both stood up, and went to the door.The others took note of it too.

- What’s the matter? – Pepper asked.

- Ban is not back – Craft answered, and looked at Tony again. – It might be a banana-problem.

He slapped his forehead.

- I totally forgot about it.

- Is there any shop open this time...

- No, I’ve got banana, loads of banana, I’m prepared to any amount of Scarlett, I just forgot to tell the staff that we need the bananas up here... Don’t worry, I’ll go, get them, you just continue the talking.

Craft still looked worried, but she was a bit enlightened by the fact that she didn’t have to wander around the dark house. Tony ran off and Craft went back to the others, and hoped that Ban’s alright.

The weather started to get really angry.

- Who’s this girl? – Pepper perked up curiously. – To Tony.

- They’re classmates – Natasha answered. – Kinda like rivals. She’s on pair with Tony.

- Wow – Pepper sighed. – I totall thought they were soulmates or something. It took ears for Tony to learn that I’m allergic to strawberry, but I think he still tends to forget it.

- If I were him, I wouldn’t forget it either – said Bruce. – He played a prank on Rachel with her bananas, and he couldn’t come out of the toilet for days after the payback.

And they were laughing again.

Ban went to the bathroom to calm down a little – it’s just a little storm, you can do it girl – but when she looked up at her reflection and saw the creepy girl behind her, she became anxious again. It only took her a few minutes to realize that it was a prank that Tony prepared, and it was a good prank for Halloween, but she was already in a room by that time.

It was a bedroom; could be his mothers or some other female relative’s, but it obviously wasn’t used since a long time. It was lightning again, and when thunder followed she was in the bed, under the cover.  Her fearless pirate outfit suddenly seemed like a tasteless joke.

She trembled and let out a quiet wince when she heared thunder, and they were coming more frequently. She felt tears coming and she was almost as angry as scared.

- I fucking hate thunderstorms – she said, but her voice was empty and weak, and she just became more frightened. She looked at the door; it wasn’t completely closed, she didn’t bother when coming in here – she could easily run- walk back to the others, but whenever she thought about that, she felt like crying. She could shout for them, but it was too embarassing and she wasn’t even sure they’d hear it. Curse of big houses.

The next lightining arrived really close – maybe it hit the house. There were no lights anyway and it had a lightning rod, but Ban couldn’t hold back anymore and started crying.

That’s when dracula appeared beside her with a pack of bananas.