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_______ smiled up at Alfred, baring her plastic fangs at him and giving a half-hearted snarl. Halloween was finally drawing to a close, and her American friend was escorting her home; they were both a complete mess, capes snapping in the wind and lips coated with sugar, but they were still making the most of the time they had left. Alfred towered above her, clad in a rather garish super-hero outfit, and despite her initial reluctance she had got into the spirit of things and dressed herself in a vampire outfit. As they walked, however, she doubted that the American was truly a hero. Ghost-stories had been swapped in abundance at the Halloween party they'd attended, and the sunny blonde had been scared stiff. All throughout the evening she could feel a constant prescence at her shoulder, and even occasionally trembling fingers clutching her arm. It was indeed funny for the majority of the party, but ______ had found herself...preoccupied to an extent.
______ absolutely adored Arthur Kirkland, one of Alfred's closest friends, and prior to the party she hoped he'd come with them. The Englishman had insisted that he stay at home though, perhaps to work on an essay or something similar. She'd been determined to get her lover to come, but nothing could get between the Englishman and his books. Before she'd left he'd kissed her and said he'd try and join them, but clearly he couldn't act upon that particular promise.

Alfred left ______ at her front door, and after waving goodbye to him she entered her home. It was dark, and there was a chill in the air- This was easily rectified. She turned on the lights and the heating, all the while shedding the ridiculous layers of her costume and listening out for her boy-friend. She even gave a tentative call of his name, but when met with no reply she simply assumed he was sleeping.
Soon enough she meandered upstairs, nursing a cup of Earl Grey in her hands. Perhaps Arthur would appreciate the offering, and then she could at least tell him how her night had been.

Turning the knob of Arthur's bedroom door and saying his name softly again, she expected to see the tousuled blonde head resting on the pillows. She expected to see the bags under his eyes, the furrow in his eyebrows as he tossed in his sleep. Usually he'd have books and paperwork littered around him on such nights as these.
______ was startled by what she saw as she regarded the space in front of her. The lights were out, the french-doors leading on to the balcony thrown wide open. The flimsy, lace-trimmed curtains surrounding these billowed in the wind- It was bitterly cold too, the bed-covers crisp and undisturbed. The young woman was unsure whether to be scared or not. Arthur had always been tolerable of early nights instead of late ones, and only on certain occasions did he stay up (whether it was to wait for her or to watch a historical drama).
"Arthur? Are you here?" ______ frowned, closing the door behind her and settling the tea on his bed-side table. She was considering whether it was a well-planned trick or not; she supposed Arthur had it in him to toy with her (because he certainly had before).

______'s eyes widened as she heard a resounding bang, whirling around and giving a nervous chuckle when she realised it was simply the french-doors slamming shut. She tried to soothe the frantic beating of her heart, the sensation of adrenalline dancing through her veins. Where was he? He had to be home! Finally deciding to check the other rooms of the house, ______ turned to open the door back into the hall. He'd probably ran himself a bath, could still be in his study.
Giving a rattle of the handle, the young woman rolled her eyes when it didn't yeild. "Very funny." She deadpanned, hissing in pain as she braced her weight against the door and tried to pry it open again. Her attempts did not prove fruitful, so she eased herself on to the bed with a sigh expelling from between her lips. Trust her to get locked in, even worse considering she'd left her mobile down-stairs.

Giving an involuntary shiver, ______ realised that it was still considerably cold in the room. She supposed she could have caught a chill after walking to and from the party, but it seemed to be a bone-deep ache that made goose-bumps rise on her skin. Eventually remembering the Earl Grey she'd prepared, she turned to take the cup. At least she had some sustenance-
The cup wasn't there.
"Looking for this?~" The young woman froze at the gravelly, resonating tones of a voice behind her. She recognised that gentle croon, but something about it seemed...sinister. She nodded, giving a gulp and turning her head.
"Nope~" She felt something cold grip her throat, the fingers closing around it and preventing her movement. She flinched as she heard that honeyed voice purr in her ear again "I don't want to ruin the suprise..." Finally she managed to coax herself into speaking.
"A-Arthur?"
"Perhaps~" She felt the hands uncurl from about her neck, and then go to cover her eyes "Stand up. Slowly, mind you, and then you may see~"
"Why should I?"
"Because."
"Seriously, Arthur, this isn't funny!" ______ obliged all the same despite her protest, tense and somewhat uncertain. She knew this wasn't her lover, he'd never have the audacity to be so cruel. She tried to pry the fingers from her face, stuggling in the iron-grasp. Soon enough she was granted permission to see, and she gasped at what she was confronted with.

The man most certainly looked like Arthur, save for a few differences. But, she was reassured that it most definitely wasn't her lover when he grinned at her. It was a knife-thin smile, all teeth and no eyes. Wolfish, to an extent. It sent shivers down her spine, and she had to look away. The look in the strangers eyes was vindictive and penetrating, a glint of mirth dancing in the acidic emerald orbs. The skin was pale and unblemished, the head held high with a practised elegance. The lithe, slender body was clothed in a tight-fitting black suit too; and as she glanced upwards again she watched the figure slowly pull on dark leather gloves. A smouldering look was aimed at her from across the room, a smirk curling at the corners of the stranger's mouth.
"Who are you?" Emerald eyes glanced upwards, piercing her to her very soul. The figure didn't say a word, simply smiling and lunging forwards.

______ didn't have time to retaliate with a scream or a haphazard fling of her arms, feeling herself pinned against the wall by the figure. A hot, greedy mouth was on hers instead, cool fingers toying with her clothes and skimming over her skin. She pulled back, giving a a shiver of simultaneous pleasure and disgust. "Y-You didn't answer my question..." She stammered, trying to draw herself backwards again. The figure gave a languid shrug, trapping her between his long arms. "Do I really need to, poppet?" A coral-pink tounge darted out to lick the thin lips, a seductive look pinning her just as much as the weight of his body. "I'm the one you're looking for~"
"You're not Arthur."
"Oh, but I am~"
"He wouldn't do this to me."
"Wouldn't he? Such a stoic old man~"
"See!?"
"See what? I've only eyes for you, ______..." _______ stiffened at the sound of her name in her ear, chest heaving as she panted and tried to distance herself some more. "H-How do you know my name?"
"A little bird informed me~" Before he could claim her mouth again, she pushed him away.
"A-And what are you!?" She commanded, scuttling backwards and nearly shreiking as she fell backwards on to the bed. This only seemed to delight her captor, who swayed forwards and put his hands on his hips. "Such a bad girl~" He teased, before placing one knee either side of her and leaning over her shaking body "Do you really want to know?"
"Y-Yes?"
"I'm a demon."
"...What?" The imposter rolled his eyes and gave a little chuckle, regarding her carefully.
"Oh, he's kept you so oblivious~" He sighed, easing on to his haunches. "I don't normally allow myself to do this, but you've left me no choice-"

"_______!!!" Both the young woman and the demon turned, ______ raising her head in delight when she heard the true Arthur's voice.
"A-Arthur?"
"You?" The demon turned, giving a reptillian flex of his neck "I thought I had you taken care of." His voice had lost its seductive tones, now sharp as a dagger. Arthur looked somewhat ridiculous, clad in his pyjamas and carrying a make-shift weapon. A trickle of blood wound it's way tantalizingly down his sculpted face, his vivid eyes trained on the creature straddling his lover. He gave a smirk with venom to rival that of the demon's "Well it appears you were wrong."
Nobody could anticipate what happened next.

Demon-Arthur lunged towards his normal counterpart, and with a startling flash of acidic green light he landed above him. Writhing green light twisted around his pale fingers, the bright eyes darkening and a primal look overcoming the creature. The two wrestled against each-other, the demon baring knife-sharp teeth at the neck of the human. "I tire of your games, mortal." He ground out between his fangs, hissing when Arthur's fist came in contact with his face. "And I yours...I should never have let you out in the first place."
"Let me out? I did it myself, you fool."
"You're nothing but a figment of my imagination, I control you." The demon grinned up at Arthur.
"Ask your delicious little lover over there~ I'm most definitely real." He received another violent blow to the head, and tiring of the mortal's futile attemps he got to his feet. The light thrumming around his hands wound its way around the smaller blonde's throat, raising him a few inches off the ground. "And I intend to stay real."

_______ watched on in disbelief, biting her lip in indecision. She had no inkling of what was happening, and she was torn between watching her lover and that other-worldly creature that had pinned her to the wall in his passion. They were both the same person, in a way, but she knew she couldn't stand aside and watch Arthur get toyed with. She grabbed the nearest object to her (what it was she didn't see) and brought it heavily down upon the head of the demon. She watched him collapse with widen eyes, Arthur thumping to the ground beside him. When he regained his stregnth he hurried to meet her, enveloping her in his arms and peppering kisses over her face. "I-I'm so sorry," He whispered, embracing her tighter "I didn't mean for you to get involved in this mess."
"I-It's ok..."
"It's not. Please forgive me." The Englishman closed his eyes and tried to remain wrapped in ______'s arms "Though I suppose you're wondering what all of that was about."
"I don't know whether I want to or not. Curiousity killed the cat, I suppose."
"No, you deserve to know."
"Please, Arthur...not now. I'm shaken enough as it is." The young woman buried her head in Arthur's shoulder, savouring the familiarity of the situation. Before long the lights were on and the mess caused by the demon was somewhat rectified, the two tired and aching. Arthur knew not how he'd dispose of his devilish counterpart, in the end deciding to shut the creature in his basement (with bound hands) and to deal with him later on. For now he wanted to rest, wanted to reassure his lover that everything was going to be alright.

"Happy Halloween, I suppose..." The Englishman murmured when they finally settled in bed.
"Happy Halloween, Arthur."

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_______ smiled up at Alfred, baring her plastic fangs at him and giving a half-hearted snarl. Halloween was finally drawing to a close, and her American friend was escorting her home; they were both a complete mess, capes snapping in the wind and lips coated with sugar, but they were still making the most of the time they had left. Alfred towered above her, clad in a rather garish super-hero outfit, and despite her initial reluctance she had got into the spirit of things and dressed herself in a vampire outfit. As they walked, however, she doubted that the American was truly a hero. Ghost-stories had been swapped in abundance at the Halloween party they'd attended, and the sunny blonde had been scared stiff. All throughout the evening she could feel a constant prescence at her shoulder, and even occasionally trembling fingers clutching her arm. It was indeed funny for the majority of the party, but ______ had found herself...preoccupied to an extent.
______ absolutely adored Arthur Kirkland, one of Alfred's closest friends, and prior to the party she hoped he'd come with them. The Englishman had insisted that he stay at home though, perhaps to work on an essay or something similar. She'd been determined to get her lover to come, but nothing could get between the Englishman and his books. Before she'd left he'd kissed her and said he'd try and join them, but clearly he couldn't act upon that particular promise.

Alfred left ______ at her front door, and after waving goodbye to him she entered her home. It was dark, and there was a chill in the air- This was easily rectified. She turned on the lights and the heating, all the while shedding the ridiculous layers of her costume and listening out for her boy-friend. She even gave a tentative call of his name, but when met with no reply she simply assumed he was sleeping.
Soon enough she meandered upstairs, nursing a cup of Earl Grey in her hands. Perhaps Arthur would appreciate the offering, and then she could at least tell him how her night had been.

Turning the knob of Arthur's bedroom door and saying his name softly again, she expected to see the tousuled blonde head resting on the pillows. She expected to see the bags under his eyes, the furrow in his eyebrows as he tossed in his sleep. Usually he'd have books and paperwork littered around him on such nights as these.
______ was startled by what she saw as she regarded the space in front of her. The lights were out, the french-doors leading on to the balcony thrown wide open. The flimsy, lace-trimmed curtains surrounding these billowed in the wind- It was bitterly cold too, the bed-covers crisp and undisturbed. The young woman was unsure whether to be scared or not. Arthur had always been tolerable of early nights instead of late ones, and only on certain occasions did he stay up (whether it was to wait for her or to watch a historical drama).
"Arthur? Are you here?" ______ frowned, closing the door behind her and settling the tea on his bed-side table. She was considering whether it was a well-planned trick or not; she supposed Arthur had it in him to toy with her (because he certainly had before).

______'s eyes widened as she heard a resounding bang, whirling around and giving a nervous chuckle when she realised it was simply the french-doors slamming shut. She tried to soothe the frantic beating of her heart, the sensation of adrenalline dancing through her veins. Where was he? He had to be home! Finally deciding to check the other rooms of the house, ______ turned to open the door back into the hall. He'd probably ran himself a bath, could still be in his study.
Giving a rattle of the handle, the young woman rolled her eyes when it didn't yeild. "Very funny." She deadpanned, hissing in pain as she braced her weight against the door and tried to pry it open again. Her attempts did not prove fruitful, so she eased herself on to the bed with a sigh expelling from between her lips. Trust her to get locked in, even worse considering she'd left her mobile down-stairs.

Giving an involuntary shiver, ______ realised that it was still considerably cold in the room. She supposed she could have caught a chill after walking to and from the party, but it seemed to be a bone-deep ache that made goose-bumps rise on her skin. Eventually remembering the Earl Grey she'd prepared, she turned to take the cup. At least she had some sustenance-
The cup wasn't there.
"Looking for this?~" The young woman froze at the gravelly, resonating tones of a voice behind her. She recognised that gentle croon, but something about it seemed...sinister. She nodded, giving a gulp and turning her head.
"Nope~" She felt something cold grip her throat, the fingers closing around it and preventing her movement. She flinched as she heard that honeyed voice purr in her ear again "I don't want to ruin the suprise..." Finally she managed to coax herself into speaking.
"A-Arthur?"
"Perhaps~" She felt the hands uncurl from about her neck, and then go to cover her eyes "Stand up. Slowly, mind you, and then you may see~"
"Why should I?"
"Because."
"Seriously, Arthur, this isn't funny!" ______ obliged all the same despite her protest, tense and somewhat uncertain. She knew this wasn't her lover, he'd never have the audacity to be so cruel. She tried to pry the fingers from her face, stuggling in the iron-grasp. Soon enough she was granted permission to see, and she gasped at what she was confronted with.

The man most certainly looked like Arthur, save for a few differences. But, she was reassured that it most definitely wasn't her lover when he grinned at her. It was a knife-thin smile, all teeth and no eyes. Wolfish, to an extent. It sent shivers down her spine, and she had to look away. The look in the strangers eyes was vindictive and penetrating, a glint of mirth dancing in the acidic emerald orbs. The skin was pale and unblemished, the head held high with a practised elegance. The lithe, slender body was clothed in a tight-fitting black suit too; and as she glanced upwards again she watched the figure slowly pull on dark leather gloves. A smouldering look was aimed at her from across the room, a smirk curling at the corners of the stranger's mouth.
"Who are you?" Emerald eyes glanced upwards, piercing her to her very soul. The figure didn't say a word, simply smiling and lunging forwards.

______ didn't have time to retaliate with a scream or a haphazard fling of her arms, feeling herself pinned against the wall by the figure. A hot, greedy mouth was on hers instead, cool fingers toying with her clothes and skimming over her skin. She pulled back, giving a a shiver of simultaneous pleasure and disgust. "Y-You didn't answer my question..." She stammered, trying to draw herself backwards again. The figure gave a languid shrug, trapping her between his long arms. "Do I really need to, poppet?" A coral-pink tounge darted out to lick the thin lips, a seductive look pinning her just as much as the weight of his body. "I'm the one you're looking for~"
"You're not Arthur."
"Oh, but I am~"
"He wouldn't do this to me."
"Wouldn't he? Such a stoic old man~"
"See!?"
"See what? I've only eyes for you, ______..." _______ stiffened at the sound of her name in her ear, chest heaving as she panted and tried to distance herself some more. "H-How do you know my name?"
"A little bird informed me~" Before he could claim her mouth again, she pushed him away.
"A-And what are you!?" She commanded, scuttling backwards and nearly shreiking as she fell backwards on to the bed. This only seemed to delight her captor, who swayed forwards and put his hands on his hips. "Such a bad girl~" He teased, before placing one knee either side of her and leaning over her shaking body "Do you really want to know?"
"Y-Yes?"
"I'm a demon."
"...What?" The imposter rolled his eyes and gave a little chuckle, regarding her carefully.
"Oh, he's kept you so oblivious~" He sighed, easing on to his haunches. "I don't normally allow myself to do this, but you've left me no choice-"

"_______!!!" Both the young woman and the demon turned, ______ raising her head in delight when she heard the true Arthur's voice.
"A-Arthur?"
"You?" The demon turned, giving a reptillian flex of his neck "I thought I had you taken care of." His voice had lost its seductive tones, now sharp as a dagger. Arthur looked somewhat ridiculous, clad in his pyjamas and carrying a make-shift weapon. A trickle of blood wound it's way tantalizingly down his sculpted face, his vivid eyes trained on the creature straddling his lover. He gave a smirk with venom to rival that of the demon's "Well it appears you were wrong."
Nobody could anticipate what happened next.

Demon-Arthur lunged towards his normal counterpart, and with a startling flash of acidic green light he landed above him. Writhing green light twisted around his pale fingers, the bright eyes darkening and a primal look overcoming the creature. The two wrestled against each-other, the demon baring knife-sharp teeth at the neck of the human. "I tire of your games, mortal." He ground out between his fangs, hissing when Arthur's fist came in contact with his face. "And I yours...I should never have let you out in the first place."
"Let me out? I did it myself, you fool."
"You're nothing but a figment of my imagination, I control you." The demon grinned up at Arthur.
"Ask your delicious little lover over there~ I'm most definitely real." He received another violent blow to the head, and tiring of the mortal's futile attemps he got to his feet. The light thrumming around his hands wound its way around the smaller blonde's throat, raising him a few inches off the ground. "And I intend to stay real."

_______ watched on in disbelief, biting her lip in indecision. She had no inkling of what was happening, and she was torn between watching her lover and that other-worldly creature that had pinned her to the wall in his passion. They were both the same person, in a way, but she knew she couldn't stand aside and watch Arthur get toyed with. She grabbed the nearest object to her (what it was she didn't see) and brought it heavily down upon the head of the demon. She watched him collapse with widen eyes, Arthur thumping to the ground beside him. When he regained his stregnth he hurried to meet her, enveloping her in his arms and peppering kisses over her face. "I-I'm so sorry," He whispered, embracing her tighter "I didn't mean for you to get involved in this mess."
"I-It's ok..."
"It's not. Please forgive me." The Englishman closed his eyes and tried to remain wrapped in ______'s arms "Though I suppose you're wondering what all of that was about."
"I don't know whether I want to or not. Curiousity killed the cat, I suppose."
"No, you deserve to know."
"Please, Arthur...not now. I'm shaken enough as it is." The young woman buried her head in Arthur's shoulder, savouring the familiarity of the situation. Before long the lights were on and the mess caused by the demon was somewhat rectified, the two tired and aching. Arthur knew not how he'd dispose of his devilish counterpart, in the end deciding to shut the creature in his basement (with bound hands) and to deal with him later on. For now he wanted to rest, wanted to reassure his lover that everything was going to be alright.

"Happy Halloween, I suppose..." The Englishman murmured when they finally settled in bed.
"Happy Halloween, Arthur."