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Evie: Okay, let’s do a serious photo.

Evie, Harry, and Mal: 😐

Kill The Beast! by ForeverDelighted

Summary: "We're not safe until he's dead. He'll come stalking us at night. Said to sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite. He'll wreck havoc on village if we let him wander free-" The Mob Song - Beauty and The Beast. (Hevie).

Rated: T

(A/N) A werewolf treat for Halloween! 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Descendants (Disney Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Evie/Harry Hook Characters: Evie, Harry Hook Additional Tags: Evil Harry Hook, The villains win, Dark, Murder, For Halloween, One-Shot, (might be a two-shot later), Unhealthy Relationships, character death but not Evie or Harry, Disturbing Summary:

There are no happy endings when the villain wins...

I have this like 75% done. Since it’s been nearly a year since I’ve updated it here’s a spoiler :D

Story Link: (X)

"Did you know," Madame Mim began conversationally, taking a seat right beside Harry, "that you can find out the name of your true love with an apple?"

"Really?" Gil asked, sounding excited. "How do you do that?"

"I'll only tell you boys if you ask nicely," Madame Mim smiled knowingly, tapping her nose. "Wouldn't you like to know the name of your true love, dear?"

"I couldn't care less," Harry said dryly, not in the mood for playing nice any longer with the old witch. Couldn't she find someone else to annoy?

"Oh, don't be like that little codfish. You’ll ruin the game and I’m mad at about games, you know." Madame Mim tsked, swatting Harry's arm. "Everyone wants to know who they're getting hitched to. Now take the apple and start twisting the stem. As you do that, say a name out loud. Any name. Whatever name you said when the stem comes off is the name of your true love!"

Harry rolled his eyes, tossing the apple into the air and catching it. He examined it idly, not at all interested. He glanced at Gil, who was looking eagerly at him, clearly wanting him to attempt the silly game. A small crowd had also formed around them, curious to see what they were up to.

"Fine," Harry mumbled.

Harry began rattling off names, twisting the apples stem for every one. After five minutes of name calling and twirling the stem, he began to grow very agitated. The stem wouldn't come off! In a fit of irritation he tried yanking it off, fed up with the nonsense, but still, the stem remained attached to the apple.

"Oh, for cryin out loud! This blasted thing's refusin tae come aff!" Harry snarled.

Gil tried grabbed the apple while Harry tried to pull off the stem, both grunting as they pulled with all their might. Several people around them began sniggering at their pitful attempt, which only served to rile up Harry even more. If this went on any longer someone was going to get hooked!

"I think you got a bad apple," Gil panted, giving up with a pant.

"Give us another one," Harry sighed, putting out his hand.

"No, no, no!" Madame Mim snapped. "That apples fine! You just haven’t guessed the right name yet! It doesn't matter what apple you do it with! If it isn't the right name it won't come off! Now, try again!"

"I've mentioned everyone on this bloody isle! Including you! Who else is there tae-"

A thought occurred to him then, making him glance at the apple warily.

I wonder...

"Evie," Harry said.