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How my oc Silver met @idiotwithanipad 's oc Amy in her Style Swap AU.

A familiar owl hoots from outside the cracked window. The attic of the few areas of the house that the hotel owners have yet to renovate, mostly using it as a dumping ground for storage. Some of the staff have reported feeling a 'chilling' presence whenever they go up there, which was saying a lot for this old house.

Silver stirs on her discarded mattress, murmuring a thanks to her goddess for the usual wake up call, despite it not being a screech owl like Lilith's totem. Close enough.

When she opens her eyes, she spots a large spider stood inches away from her.

"Hey Lucifer. How's my bestest boy? Hmm?" She coos, reaching a finger out to hover above his tiny black body.

Spiders belonged to Lady Morrighan. Much like the owls, they were her most common companions up here in her room. Robin had taught her how to interact with animals as a ghost. One of the many, many perks she'd found since croaking out in those woods.

All that was missing was a dog. Like Jess. She prayed that one day Lady Hekate would gift her with one, perhaps a resident brings their pup who passes away. Preferably a black one, but she would be grateful for any canine familiar.

Little Lucifer didn't scurry from beneath her hand. Instead, he seemed to be gesturing with his front two legs. Silver frowned and leaned in, hearing the tiniest clicks from his fangs.

"Ooooh....what's this? Something exciting happening for once?" She sat up and stretched, patting down her blood red skirt before getting to her feet.

There was little noise beneath her. Late sunsets in July usually meant most of the livings were asleep (or not) in their rooms by the time she woke up.

The others will be doing Music Club though. Perhaps she's in time to gatecrash it. Liven them up with her rendition of Paranoid by Black Sabbath.

She ventures down the narrow spiral steps and towards the old ball room, now turned disco hall.

Voices are close. Speaking, not singing.

"Honestly, she must be done by now! Any more tears shed and she'll be dehydrated as a prune!"

"'Ave a care, Cap. It is a bit of a shock to deal with, and she's only a nipper. Younger than our Kitty."

Silver paused and leaned against the wall to get in earshot.

Younger than Kitty? Were they talking about her?

"Besides, I don't think we run out of bodily fluids as ghosts...speaking from experience." Thomas spoke, and she could picture him tapping at his seeping bullet wound.

"All I mean is that it will be much better for her if she decides to integrate with the group rather than hiding away on her own!" The Captain said in his usual know-it-all bossy tone.

"She ain't on her own....I'm...I mean, he's with her." Said Humphrey. "Seems like she's taken to him more than me."

"Or me, as friendly as I tried to be." Kitty sighed.

"Probably because he no talk. She need quiet. Time to think." Robin said, "Soon she come to us. Always do."

"Well...not always." Fanny grumbled, "Some never seem to wish to make the effort, do they?"

Now they were talking about her.

Silver smirked, running her finger against the edge of her athame. Wasn't her fault that she was now fully nocturnal. And she did make an 'effort' to be sociable where she could, thank you Old Bat. But surely everyone was happier with this routine.

"Oh this child seems far different to...that one." Captain says with a slight shiver. As if saying Silver's name aloud would summon her.

Part of her was tempted to leap through the wall into the room right then.

She held back, taking in the information.

There was a new ghost? Fucking finally. She knew it wouldn't take long until someone popped their clogs here. But she'd expected it to be one of the old Tory codgers having a heart attack on the golf course.

Still, Julian owed her twenty.

As soon as she spots the girl, she knows it's her. The reception area is empty, the lights dimmed and the front doors closed for the night. But at the desk stands a girl her age with dyed blonde hair and a light beige hoodie. For as much as Silver hates pink, the chunky metal headphones do look pretty awesome.

At first glance, she assumes she's some preppy Barbie doll, before spotting some elements of alternative fashion to her get up. The collar, the boots, even the visible roots of black in her parting...it wasn't exactly in line with the conformist girly girl fashion.

Silver watches from around the corner as the girl jabs her finger into the keypad and keeps attempting to push the phone off the receiver. It's rather cute, to the point Silver has to stifle a giggle. Alison had said that most kids today don't even know what a landline phone is.

The girl is still sniffling, clearly frustrated as her efforts to call whoever don't seem to bear fruit. There's a niggle of sympathy in her chest as she watches her.

It is a little weird...watching someone else react to being newly dead. Her first time being on the other side.

Finally, she sneaks towards her while the girl's back is to her.

As her hand reaches for the phone once more, Silver whips out her athame and lands the point next to her fingers, making a visible dent in the desk.

Not the first, by the way, since she'd mastered this little trick.

The girl squeals and freezes.

"Hey there, new fish." Silver whispers into her ear and takes a sniff, "Mmm, look at you. You even smell all nice and fresh!"

"Wh-...who are you?" She asked, her voice small and shaky.

Silver pulled the athame back up and moved around to get a good look at the girl's face. Her eyes were wide as a deer in headlights.

"Just the coolest person you'll meet here." She grinned; "Names Silver Ravenstar. You?"

The girl rubbed the sleeve of her hoodie and seemed to turtle into it a little.

She mumbled something under her breath.

"What's that? Speak up, buttercup, can't hear ya."

The girl gulped and lifted her chin; "I'm...Amy."

"Amy. Hmm." Bit basic but no biggie.

"Are you....Are you another...uhm...one of..."

"Another ghost? Sure am, kitten." Silver shrugged; "Dead as a can of Spam."

The dark Pagan leapt up to sit on the desk and crossed her legs.

Amy blinked at her, a little stunned; "How are you...?"

"Oh, weird surface rules. They don't really make sense. You'll get used to them." She explained, running her knife along the marble but making no mark this time; "Some things require a gift, or years of practice. You won't get that phone to work, by the way. One of the others can move stuff and has a phone, you might get him to make a call for you. Downside is that it does mean being nice to a fucking Tory."

"Is that...the one with no trousers?" Amy asked with a slight cringe.

"Yeah, proper perv. He's harmless enough though, once you tell him to keep his hands to himself unless he wants them sliced and diced."

She looked the girl up and down as Amy wiped her nose with a baggy sleeve.

"So how did you snuff it?" Silver asked, bluntly.

"H-huh?"

"Your death, Princess." She enunciated, leaning in; "What happened? Did you fall out a window? Get hit in the head by a golf ball? Oooh, did someone murder you?!"

"I...No! I...I mean, I don't th-think so...."

"C'mon, I want the juicy details! Been waiting for some entertainment in this place since it got renovated!"

The girl furrowed her brow in distaste; "My death is entertainment for you?"

"Maybe. Depends what happened. Feel free to lie if the truth is boring."

Amy pursed her lips, then tugged at the stain on the front of her hoodie.

"I...I choked to death. On a can of Monster. Wasn't anyone's fault except mine..."

Silver grunted, disappointed; "Oh. Lame. Still, how did your corpse look? Did your eyes pop out? Was your skin all blue and freaky?! Fuck, is it still here, can I have a peek?"

"I...I don't-."

"Oi!"

Silver jumped off the desk at the sudden bark. She held her athame in both hands in front of her skirt.

Robin strode towards them, looking unusually cross, then placed himself protectively close to Amy.

"You leave her alone! She still in shock!" He reprimanded, sharply.

"What? We were just talking! Weren't we, Ava?" Silver gave the girl a look.

"Amy." She corrected.

"Whatever. Honestly, dude, I was being nice!" Silver tried to explain, earnest. "I heard you all talking about how upset the new girl was. Wanted to help ease her in."

"Ha! Me know you and 'nice' no go together. I not care what you do to scare others but this one just cub!"

Silver scoffed; "So am I! How old are you, blondie?"

"N-nineteen." Amy admitted.

"See! We're the same age!" Silver appealed to the caveman; "C'mon Robin, you know how long it's been since I've waited for someone new to die here. Someone like me."

Robin tutted; "You two look different as Moonah and Solah."

"Well looks can be deceiving...you know that." She countered with a cross of her arms. Then she decided to play up the kicked puppy look, pouting her bottom lip and scuffing her boot against the carpet; "Anyway...Mary would have wanted me to make friends."

Her greatest weapon worked like a charm. Robin visibly winced and let out a sigh.

He turned to the new girl; "You want to stay with Stabby here or come with us, meet group?"

"Stabby?!" Amy frowned before looking at Silver playing with her athame; "Oh..."

"Hehehe. Don't worry, Princess. This is purely ceremonial." The Witch explained; "I only stab people who really get on my bad side...and as a ghost, it doesn't do much more than sting like a bitch."

She reached out a hand towards the girl.

"C'mon. Let's go play! I know what will cheer you up."

Amy looked at the hand and then to the caveman, hesitant.

"I don't...really like big groups..." she admitted.

"Snap! See, fuzzball?" Silver smirked at Robin; "You can trust me on this. I promise I'll take good care of her."

"You better. Or we not do Moonah ritual together for three months!" He threatened with a raised hairy finger.

Silver gave him a salute before grabbing Amy's hand.

In the old gatehouse sat one of the security guards, watching some movie on his phone rather than the cameras around and inside the hotel.

Silver was still holding Amy's hand as she lead her across the lawn and into the cottage.

"See that? That's Geoff. He's the latest one. Big surprise, security staff have high turnover here." She explains, "Some of them go running as soon as they spot Lady B on the cameras."

Amy seemed at a loss for why they had come here, staying quiet. Silver liked her for that.

"Let's see if tonight is the night we can get Geoff to scarper." Silver winked.

"What are you...?" Amy asked.

"Just watch, blondie."

Silver stepped closer to the young guard, probably no older than twenty eight. She held up her knife and dragged the blade along her wrist.

Behind her, Amy gasped.

"C'mon....C'mon...." Silver concentrated, pouring as much strength as she could into squeezing at her punctured skin.

Just like Julian and Robin with their gifts, a groan escaped her lips at the effort needed. She'd only managed this in the past few years.

Finally, at last, a few scarlet drops landed on Geoff's phone screen.

He yelled, dropping the Samsung and leaping out of his chair.

"What the fuck?! What....Is someone here? Carl, is that you messing about?!" Geoff looked up to the ceiling and then around his office.

Silver managed to drop a few more onto the console. Then she ran her finger through it.

"This is a bit of a tribute to an old friend of mine..." she said for Amy's benefit.

Once finished, she drew her finger away to reveal two words.

G E T

O U T

"FUCK! They were telling the truth!" Geoff ran for the door and slammed it open with his body.

Silver doubled over in laughter while Amy stared at her like she was a mad woman.

"See? Told you it would be fun!"

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