Halloween Special

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(Sorry this is so late I've been busy, give me more feedback on my stories)

"Are you guys almost ready? Sayuri is waiting for us." You speak fixing the finishing touches on your angel costume. You looked at yourself in the mirror clearly satisfied and walked over to Guren and Amito.

"Calm down (Y/N) we have plenty of timeee." Guren called walking to you little Amito following after. Amito had dressed as a skeleton for Halloween. Since Tokyo wasn't in good conditions for trick or treating (duh obviously), the children were going to walk around the Corp. Asking for candy from each office.

"I can't wait to see the snacks at the party." Guren smirked. "Thats the only reason I wanted to anyways." He stated bluntly and chuckled. You rolled your eyes and held Amito's hand while he played with his toy train.

~timeskip to the trick or treating in the building

Leaving Amito to join his friends from daycare to go receive candy, you joined the party and ate snacks with Guren and Goshi. You were praying Amito wouldn't run into Kureto and his family, which you were planning on making sure that didn't happen, but Guren made you stay for the party.

Oh well. While you and Goshi were talking about new missions, Guren looked down at you then raised his eyebrow. "Hmm now that I'm thinking about it...isnt your dress a little too short for you miss (Y/N)?" Guren asked sarcastically.

Your white dress was mid-thigh, which he kinda had a point but it wss dark inside so no one would reslly notice. "Oh please Guren Itchynose." You giggled at the nickname you always used to tease him with.

A few minutes later Amito runs up to you with big eyes. "Mommy I can't find my train! I think I dropped it outside." He whined worriedly. You rubbed his head. "I'll go check and see if I can find it okay? Go play with your friends for now." You assured him then watched him run off.

You walked up to Guren. "I'll be right back I need to go find Amito's toy train." You put your hand on his arm. "Be careful, remember its dark outside right now." He looked down at you cautiously. "I will, be back soon." You walked off.

Searching your tracks in the dark wasn't easy. After looking around for about five minutes you bent down to pick up the train and looked around it to see if anything had happened to it. But then you heard a sudden deep voice that made your ears ring, trying to comprehend who it was.

"Ooh la la~ what a view!" Your eyes widened as you slowly stood back up and whipped your head around making your hair bounce. A dumb vamp. You rolled your eyes and turned completely around to face the vampire while holding the toy in one hand.

"All you old bags are the same aren't you?" You crossed your arms. You couldn't see anything of him except his glowing red eyes until he started to step into a the light of a broken street light. You could now see his features, long silver hair tied in a bow, tall, and of course whats a vampire without looking creepy and pasty.

Stopping mid-way from walking, he soon speed at the speed of light to you making your hair flow back, feeling his gloved hand around your neck, not tight but firm. You stared right into his eyes. "I don't like very much how you're talking to me deary."

His face got closer to yours with a look that almost made him seem scary. Once he started to rub his thumb in small circles around an area around your neck his face cracked into a big wicked grin.

"You can make it up to me by giving me your blood whenever I feel like taking it." He offered, probably almost seriously. You continued to stare at him with a serious face. "Such nice legs Deary." He ran his index finger up your leg halfway until you jerked away from him and moved back a step. "No way pervert!" You started pacing away back to the party.

Pacing was quite hard when you were wearing heels. But little did you know that something particular was watching from a building roof curious as to why you were holding a child's toy while walking back.

(Should I do a part 2?)

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