AN: Abigail at the top. The Psycho's spin off story is posted on my profile along with the trailer and teaser summary.

The last thing I remember was being placed on a bed besides Harry as Frank injected the both of us with the serum, small circular pads attached to wires taped to our skins before Harry reached out and wrapped his pinkie with mine before everything went black.

That was a lot different from the first thing I heard when I woke up.

"Demon Daddy is officially back!" I heard a deep familiar voice announce in joy as I groaned, curling myself up on the bed and scrunching my face up in annoyance, not wanting to wake up.

"I would calm down a bit boss. You just woke up and Liza is still in a fragile state." I heard another voice advice from the back as Harry quieted down.

"Oh.. I see.." Was all he said in response before I felt a pillow hit my face a few moments later.

"Hey Liza, wake up." Harry urged, feeling him poke my back as I buried my face into the pillow he threw at me.

"Five more minutes..." I slurred into the cushion before he wrenched it out of my grasp.

"We've been knocked out all week babe. I think you'll live without your 'five more minutes.'" Harry mused, making me immediatly open my eyes at his words as I shot up from the bed to gawk at him.

"What year is this..." I blinked in a daze, my arms spread out in a cautious manner as Frank rubbed his face in frustration.

"First of all, he said week, not months. Second of all the serum was only supposed to make you two in a comatose for a few days. The process took longer than we thought- but I believe it worked, just don't touch eachother for a good twenty four hours to let everything settle in." Frank informed the both of us as Harry and I took off the wires that were attached to our arms.

"Oh yes, cause a week wasn't long enough for everything to settle in." Demon Harry remarked, sending Frank a fake smile as I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Wait, what about the others? Are they okay?" I asked, referring to the other Harrys as Frank looked down at his clipboard.

"Yeah they're fine. They actually visited everyday and I let them know you two would be alright." He said, gazing up from his papers to look at me as I stared at Demon Harry.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He questioned, leaning back on the bed with a raise of his brow as I brought my lips inward and looked away.

"Nothing..." I trailed off.

Frank laughed.

"What? What's so funny?" Harry asked, now somewhat agitated as he looked between Frank and I.

"Isn't it obvious? She likes your Prince self better than your obnoxious demon self." Frank chuckled as I stayed quiet while Harry's jaw dropped before he turned to look at me.

"You know what chapstick, go make yourself useful and get me a latte how about that-"

"Don't listen to him Frank. He's just being an ass. Thanks for monitoring us while we were out." I cut Harry off, making him look thoroughly offended as I smiled at Frank who sent me a grateful grin.

"Of course your highness." He said, bowing his head a bit as he sent Harry an arrogant smirk before he left the room.

Harry and I turned our heads to look at eachother, his jaw still slack as he pointed at me, then motioned at the door, then at me.

"What was that- what? What are you like, tight with Frank now is that it?" Harry asked in exasperation, shifting dramatically on the bed as he gestured at the door while I kept a straight face.

"No, I don't know why he called me your highness-"

"Because I told all my employees to address you like that. I want you to be treated like a queen but don't avoid my question. Do you really prefer Prince me over Demon me?" He interrogated with narrowed eyes, leaning in closer as I gave him a polite smile while slowly leaning away from him.

"Your breath smells like mint ha- figures. Well since I don't have that fanfiction gift of magically good minty smelling breath I'm going to go find a toothbrush and toothpaste for myself then we can head back home." I concluded, playfully patting his brad shoulder before I got up and walked out of the room.

"We are not over this! We will talk about this sooner or later Lady Liza I swear!" I heard him yell behind me, making me smile to myself as I watched the row of employees in the hallway lean back and crane their heads out of their cubicles to see what the commotion was about.

I wonder what the Psycho, Assassin, and Vampire were up to this past week.

••

"Psycho Harry has a what now?" The Demon and I both exclaimed in unison as the Vampire chuckled, retying his bandana as he nodded his head with a smirk.

"You heard me, the guy's got a girlfriend." He confirmed, shrugging his shoulders in a casual manner as Demon Harry and I gawked at him in disbelief.

"Like -like a girlfriend girlfriend?" I repeated, giving him a wide eyed look as I blinked at him in shock.

"Or like a... girlfriend girlfriend." Demon Harry finished, his hands hovering over my throat as he pretended to choke me while I played along, making my head go limp as I rolled my eyes to the back of my head and stuck my tongue out to the side before we looked at the Vampire.

"No he's real serious about this one I'm tellin' you. He hasn't tried killing her or anything- in fact he hasn't killed any other girl at all after he met her, like it's crazy." Vampire Harry explained with a smile as the Demon Prince and I exchanged looks.

"Wait, so if it's not Haylie, who is it-"

The front door suddenly opened, making all three of us look over to the entrance as Assassin Harry entered the room, pausing when he noticed all eyes were on him.

"Ciao." He greeted in a monotone voice, giving us a nod as the Vampire gestured him to come over and join us in the middle of the room.

"Guess what man, Psycho's girlfriend Abigail is finally here. She's in the kitchen right now, I was just catching these two up, where've you been?" Vampire Harry said, looking over at the Assassin who crossed his arms over his chest.

"No where in particular." Was his brief response as the Vampire smirked and wiggled his brows at him making the Assassin lean away slightly, narrowing his eyes at him.

"Jee, love how you guys invite whoever the hell you want to my flat while I'm gone." Demon Harry muttered in annoyance before we all heard the sound of the Psycho's light laughter from the kitchen.

"I can literally feel the joy emanating from that room." Demon Harry said as we all looked down the hallway to the direction of the kitchen.

"It's disgusting" he added right as I said "let's stalk them."

Ignoring his statement I headed for the kitchen, the other Harrys following close behind as we slowly peeked our heads inside the room one by one.

Psycho Harry was whistling a tune as him and another girl who was humming maneuvered their way around the tight kitchen, both of them doing separate things as they cooked yet their actions somehow synchronized with one another in some way.

The moved over eachother, mostly him reaching for things on the messy cluttered countertop while she ducked under his arms to move passed him with a bowl of ingrediants.

"Knife." She simply said, pushing a few items on the countertop out of the way as the Psycho grabbed a knife from the knife holder while he peered into the fridge.

"Got it." He said, retrieving a carton of milk from the fridge and closing it with his foot as she layed out some vegetables on her cutting board before he tossed it in the air, moving passed her from behind and not even paying attention.

The girl caught the knife mid air without taking her eyes off the counter, quickly twirling it in her hand before she adruptly brought it down onto the cutting board as she began to chop the vegetables with quick precise movements all while Psycho did his own thing in the back, pouring some milk into a bowl before handing it to her.

I swear it was like watching a cirque du soleil rather than two people cooking.

The Vampire, Demon, and I all flinched back slightly when the girl took out a flame torch, spinning it around her pointer finger before the Psycho slid the plate of baked alaska across the counter making her light it up while he seasoned a bowl of meat as the flames enveloped the dessert while it passed her.

She stopped the plate from sliding off the counter and crashing to the floor with her free hand as she casually blew the tip of the cooking torch before her and the Psycho paused, looking up from their cooking and cutting in unison to exchange looks before they turned their heads to look at the other Harrys and I at the entrance.

"Well looks like the princess and pumpkin finally decided to show up."

••

The Assassin, Vampire, Demon, and I leaned forward in our seats with squinted eyes as we looked at the blonde girl across the table who was wearing a polite smile on her face, her posture straight and perfect as the Psycho smirked and nodded his head slowly besides her, taking in our reactions.

"She's so... normal." Demon Harry spoke up, saying what everyone else was thinking as I looked at her perfectly curled blonde hair and white headband down to her salmon colored polo shirt and black skirt.

"Like a... preppy church girl- no offense." Vampire added, making Abigail's smile falter a bit before she composed herself as Psycho nodded, mouthing a "I know" with wide eyes as he did the prayer gesture over his chest, tilting his head up to the sky with a dimpled smile.

A small ding sounded from kitchen making the girl immediatly rise to her feet as she smoothed her skirt.

"Oh, those must be the cupcakes, I'll just go and check if they're ready." She nervously laughed, her smile uneasy as we all tried to laugh along with her.

"Yeah you- you do that." Vampire Harry forced a laugh, pointing at her as I stupidly said "Oh yay, yay- I love- I love cupcakes" while Demon Harry added a small polite "Alright take your time," all three of us talking and smiling in unison while we shifted in our chairs awkwardly, the air in the room thick with tension as she disappeared into the kitchen.

"So, what do you think? She's hot right?" Psycho Harry smiled in excitement, leaning forward in anticipation as we all exchanged looks.

"Oh yeah she's- she's really pretty it's just.... she doesn't... seem like someone you would really really be in to." I admitted, lowering my voice and cringing as the Psycho turned his attention to me.

He let out a sigh before my whole body stiffened when I felt his large calloused hand on my thigh.

"Oh pumpkin, there's no need to be jealous baby. If you ever, ever want a threesome all you have to do is-" The Psycho's words were cut off as he let out a strangled curse, making me look down under the table to find his wrist being crushed by Demon Harry's hand.

"Hand. Off her thigh. Now."

Psycho just chuckled, quickly retracting his hand back, wincing a bit as he rolled his hand and held his wrist as he sent me a sly wink.

"She's just not as... crazy." Vampire Harry shrugged.

"Obnoxious." The Demon added, sending the Psycho a glare making the Psycho nod and salute him.

"Loud." I commented in a casual tone.

"Stupid." Assassin finished, leaning back in his seat as the Psycho turned to him.

"I'm sorry but, why haven't you been killed off yet?" Psycho smiled at him with a tilt of his head as the Assassin's hands balled up into fists before he slowly rose from his chair, the both of them standing to their feet as Demon Harry and I quickly stopped the two, repeatedly saying "woah, woah," and going in between them while the Vampire leaned back in his seat, placing his hands behind his head as he just watched.

"And what's this here hm," Psycho scoffed in a mocking tone as he yanked something from the inside pocket of Assassin Harry's jacket, immediatly making the Assassin's green eyes widen in pure rage as he tried to advance forward making me scream as I attempted to stop him, clinging on to his broad shoulders while Demon Harry shoved the Psycho back a few steps.

We then all turned and looked at the small macaroni necklace dangling from the Psycho's hand, making me look between the kid jewelry to the Assassin in confusion as he grit his teeth, his breathing increasing and I swear on my life- maybe it was because I was the closest to him but I swear I saw the Assassin blush ever so slightly.

"Cute. Which preschool did you meet her in? You guys gonna stay out and have a little Barney and chill later?" Psycho snickered, dangling the necklace making the Assassin quickly reach out and punch him in the throat at a blinding speed before I could stop him.

The Psycho's laughter immediatly turned into choking as he dropped the small trinket right into the Assassin's hand.

"No one makes fun of her but me." Was the Assassin's low grumble of a threat before he shoved the necklace back into his jacket and sat down, trying to control his temper as he smirked and watched the Psycho lean against the table, hunched over gagging and hacking his lungs out while rubbing his bruised throat.

"Oohhhh Assassin's got a girlfriend assassin's got a-" Vampire Harry playfully sang, his childish melody stopping to a quick halt when he saw the Assassin narrow his eyes at him.

"Please don't hurt me." The Vampire said, wrapping his hands around his neck to protect his throat while eyeing the Assassin as he slowly leaned away from him while Demon Harry and I sat back down.

"What- so is it just- kill the Psycho day today?" He coughed out, his voice hoarse and raspier as he let out a small "whoo," blinking a few tears away before he slumped back in his chair.

"No. I want to kill you everyday." The Assassin muttered under his breath, not even looking at him as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared out a nearby window.

His body stiffened when I placed my hand on his arm, only to relax when he turned his head and found out it was me as I smiled at him.

"I'm glad you found someone." I leaned closer to him, my voice a low genuine whisper for only him to hear as he pulled away with a small dimpled smile.

"You'll always be my amore." He told me, his voice sultry and low as well as he placed his large hand on the back of my head, pushing me forward and kissing my forehead in an endearing manner before he pulled the little macaroni necklace in his other hand as we both looked at it.

"But she," he said, looking down at the necklace with a genuine smile as he ran his thumb over the small hard pasta shells.

"She is my amante." He told me as I slowly nodded my head, Demon Prince catching my confused expression before he mouthed "lover" at me, translating the word as my eyes widened in realization.

"Cool, so did you take her to Chuck E. Cheese or a local playground for the first date." Psycho Harry commented with an arrogant smirk, making everyone turn to give him an exasperated look.

"Hey, I'm happy you found someone too." I added, reaching out to place my hand over the Psycho's across the table before retracting back as he smiled.

"I don't know man, I was still expecting your chick to be crazy as shit. You know, knife stabbing and everything." Vampire Harry commented, pretending to hold an imaginary knife as he stabbed the air, leaning back in his seat as the Psycho grinned.

"If you guys wanted to see her crazy side all you had to do was ask." He chuckled, placing his elbows on the table as Abigail entered the room, her tiny heels clicking on the floor while she brought in a plate of cupcakes.

"The cupcakes were done, I just iced them, I hope you guys like red velvet." She smiled at all of us, her face reminding me of a sweet friendly neighbor who always checked up on you as she handed each of us a cupcake.

"It's really nice to meet all of you, I mean I was so nervous really," She began as Psycho Harry mouthed a "watch" besides her, leaning back in his chair as he slowly moved one of the neatly placed utensils on the table to the side, making it crooked and unaligned with the rest.

"And I'm just so-" She paused, her eyes shifting to the crooked utensil on the table before she quickly reached out and straightened before she continued.

"I'm just so grateful you guys let me come her and meet you all-"

Psycho pushed the utesil again causing her smile to twitch and falter ever so slightly as she fixed it.

"Please don't do that." She requested in a polite tone although there was something on edge about her demeanor now as she clasped her hands together to keep them from shaking while the Psycho casually shrugged.

"Make me." He remarked in a smooth and calm tone, continuing to mess with the silverware as she glared at him, the both of them taking turns, her straightening the fork only for him to move it again repeatedly as the other Harrys and I watched the two, looking at them back and forth as if we were watching a ping pong match.

"Is the wittle killer getting frustrated-" Psycho mocked with a smirk before Abigail yanked the fork off the table, simultaneously grabbing a fistful of Psycho Harry's hair and bringing his face down onto the table before she brought the fork down, lodging it into the collar of his shirt pinning him to the table as we all flinched back in surprise.

"I said please do not move the damn fucking fork!" She snapped in a monstrous voice that seemed to come out of no where as we all gawked at her in shock, leaning back with wide frightened eyes as her smile twitched, her chest heaving up and down rapidly before she let go of the handle of the fork, the utensil still standing upright since it was pinning the Psycho's collar to the table.

Psycho Harry let out a small moan.

Abigail ignored him, snapping her attention back to the rest of us as she straightened her posture, plastering on that same cheerful crazed looking smile as she composed herself, fixing her hair and smoothing any wrinkles on her skirt.

"So, how are the cupcakes?" She asked, her sweet small voice back as she clasped her well manicured hands together, looking over each and every one of us with wide expectant eyes making everyone at the table- excluding the Psycho- grab our cupcakes as we quickly ate them to avoid her wrath.

"Oh my god, so good," I fearfully praised with my mouth full of cake, taking large bites of the dessert as I brought my hand up in a "perfect" gesture while Assassin Harry let out enthusiastic "mmm's," licking his lips and nodding his head furiously in agreement.

"Absolutely delicious." Demon Harry nervously smiled, all of us complimenting and praising her in unison.

Vampire Harry was practically shoving the whole cupcake down his throat, screaming as he looked up at her with wide terrified eyes.

"Aw that's so nice to hear, I'll get you guys some drinks to wash it down." She told us in a warm tone, turning her attention back to the Psycho who smirked up at her, his face still pressed against the table.

"Oh god- I did that, right. Sorry about that." She quickly apologized, taking the fork out from the punctured wood and fabric of Psycho Harry's shirt before she left the room.

It was silent after that, all of us aside from the Psycho just gawking at the door with half eaten cupcakes in our hands wondering what the hell we just witnessed.

"Anyone who's up for running away before she comes back with our drinks say 'I.'" Vampire Harry announced once he swallowed his cake, none of us taking our eyes off the entrance.

"I." I said.

"I." Demon Harry followed, quickly raising his hand.

"I." The Assassin added before we all shot up from our chairs in unison, fast walking out of the room as we heard Psycho Harry laugh.

••

Harry and I still had twenty one hours left before we could touch eachother to let the serum settle in our bodies.

So we were just sitting on his bed with a good amount of space between us as we stared at the blank wall in front of us and quietly ate from our bowls of cereals.

"We could always play monopoly." Harry suggested with a small shrug, the sound of our spoons clinking against our ceramic bowls as we continued to look at the wall.

"That'll be fun. You think Psycho would want to join?" I asked as the sound of a headboard banging from the guest room next to us increased in unison with the loud volume of heavy panting, masculine groans, and high pitched cries of pleasure to "don't stop- ah don't stop!"

"Take me Abby baby, take my cock like a good girl." We heard the Psycho's muffled voice growl from the wall as we blinked at it with bored expressions.

"I think he's busy." Harry responded as I nodded in acknowledgement.

"Harder Harry! Ah-"

"I really like this cereal, what brand is it?" I asked, looking down at the soggy little flakes and oats before putting it in my mouth.

"Yeah baby, cum for me, just like that- fuck you're so good. You like when I choke you? You like my hands wrapped around your neck you dirty little-"

"I don't know actually, I forgot the name but I got a discount for it from my coupons." Harry answered, furrowing his brows as he studied his own spoonful of cereal before he turned and sent me a proud dimpled grin.

"I like the oats." I commented.

"Here, take mine babe." He casually offered, giving me his oats from his bowl to mine as I smiled and whispered a "thank you."

"Hey, Vampire Harry likes games, maybe he'll want to play monopoly." I said, pointing at my Demon Prince with my spoon as he nodded his head.

We left the room, leaving out almost empty bowls of cereal on the dresser as we made our way to the living room, ready to recrute the Vampire only to find him taking a nap on the couch with Haylie's small body on top of his as she drooled on his back.

"Aww..." I smiled, placing my hand over my nonexistent beating heart as Demon Harry let out an "eww.." besides me while we stared at them in the living room.

"Hey, let's check up on Assassin." Harry said, nudging my arm before he pointed up at the ceiling towards the roof of the building where he usually was at this time.

I nodded in agreement, the two of us walking out of his flat and up the staircase to the roof.

"Holy shi- wait!" I hissed at Harry, quickly pulling him to my side once we reached the top, only to find the Assassin sitting right at the ledge of the roof with another girl besides him as they both stared at the sky in silence, the slight breeze blowing a few strands of their hairs as they stayed like that.

"Who is she?" Harry asked, lowering his voice as we crouched behind the corner, my eyes focusing on the small macaroni necklace in the Assassin's hand that was rested against the pavement between them before he inched his fingers ever so closer to hers, the both of them still gazing at the sun as their skin brushed against eachother before he intwined their hands together, the necklace now pressed against both of their palms.

I smiled, ushering Harry back to the staircase down to give them privacy, only to retract my steps and watch a little longer, letting out a small "aw" before leaving for good this time.

She's his amante.

••

"Go fish."

"Harry, we're playing monopoly."

"Checkmate."

We had been playing monopoly in his room for hours to distract ourselves but at this point we were both frustrated and absolutely fried as Harry carelessly tossed his monopoly money on the board, falling back into his bed with a groan.

"Everyone is all lovey dovey touchy touchy except for us." He whined, placing his arm over his face to cover his eyes as he frowned while I placed my card down and looked over at him.

"Be right back." I told him, heading over to his closet in the back of the room as I grabbed his cologne, going around in circles as I sprayed myself with it, practically dousing myself in the intoxicating scent he always had even though it wasn't the same.

Harry wasn't the only one at his breaking point here and this was probably as close I could get to feeling his presence around me.

After a few more spritz I walked back inside the room, finding Harry in a pile of my bras on his bed as he brought them to his face and smiled.

"Why do you smell like me?" He immediatly asked, raising his head from the mattress as he gave me a look.

"Why are you burying your face in my bras?" I countered back, mimicking his suspicious tone as we eyed eachother.

"No reason," He trailed off in a casual tone, narrowing his eyes at me as he moved to his side, his back facing me as he tried to block my view before he held one of my bras to his face.

"They smell like you." He simply said, avoiding my gaze.

"Those are the washed ones."

"Oh... I was wondering why you smelled so strongly of soap." Harry said, blinking down at one of the bras before he placed it on one of the long pillows, clasping it so it was like the cushion had boobs before he smiled and began to hug it.

"What are you doing..."

"It's so small and soft. Like you." He purred, his eyes closed in content as he squeezed the pillow, rolling on top of it so he was straddling it before he began to kiss the cushion.

"Please stop-"

"Shh," He said, raising his pointer finger as he continued to kiss the pillow.

"Let me just make out with pillow Liza a little longer." He told me, making a show of groaning and kissing the cushion, running his hands over it as I laughed.

Actually, it wasn't that bad of an idea.

I walked over to his dresser and took one of his large shirts, placing it over a spare pillow on the bed as Harry stopped to watch me before I hugged it and smiled.

We locked eyes, just smiling at eachother and hugging our pillows knowing that those hugs were for each other and no one else.

I raised my head when the sound of Harry's watch beeped, making both of our eyes widen as he sat himself up and peered down at it.

"Twenty four hours." Harry said under his breath, blinking down at his watch as if he couldn't believe it as I slowly rose from the bed.

"Wait, are you saying it's-"

"It's been twenty four hours," He confirmed, his gaze snapping up to meet mine as we gawked at eachother with anxious and excited expressions.

"So does that mean we can-"

"We have to start slow." He cautioned, clearing his throat even though he was already blushing, the both of us jittery as he brought his large hand up, his palm facing me as I took in a deep breath and situated myself in front of him on the mattress.

I slowly moved my hand up, ready to touch his before I hesitated, giving him a look.

"Are you ready?" I asked, my breathing heavy as Harry swallowed, nodding his head eagerly and watching me.

I bit my lip in concentration, the both of us leaning back slightly, our eyes screwed shut anticipating and waiting for the pain in our chests as I slowly brought my hand up to his.

And then I felt it.

AN: Abigail is Psycho Harry's love interest but their relationship is not what you think. You'll learn more about them in the spin off in Psycho's own story but making his love interest was very difficult.

I realized yes he needed someone just as crazy as him especially when I read you guys' one shots.

Then I realized there are different kind of craziness out there, not just straight up crazy and crude attitude like Psycho, there are people who are mentally ill who try to be normal but the little mannerism and twitches, the slightest things can tick the crazy in them.

You'll see more of Abigail's character in Psycho's story which I have posted already since I got the trailer done.