Hello there!

Before you start reading this, I want to clarify a few things. This is not the fic I mentioned at the end of Breaking Point. That one turned into a much bigger project than I expected and I still need to figure out stuff before you guys get to see the actual first chapter. It was made even more difficult by the hellish month I've just spend, but I hope I'll be able to start posting it during the next spring holidays!

So what is this? This is me who yesterday went looking at some fic prompts on Tumblr and went "why the hell not". So this is going to be a collection of short stories based on different fic prompts, that I will more or less follow.

This one was:

"Everyone thinks we came to this party as a couple because our costumes match what's your name AU". It is starring human Martha and "Dracula", and... Well, you'll see for yourself. See you at the end of this for more precisions!

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Martha sighed. The Halloween party was in full blast, yet she only felt tired and more than a little bored, having gone through intense exams for the past week. She longed for rest, but her best friend had invited her, arguing that she really needed to get out and that they hadn't seen each other in months. Convinced at first, the young woman was now regretting her decision to come. Not to mention said friend had left her to go dance with others when she saw how much Martha didn't feel like partying.

She took a sip of her drink and leaned against the wall, observing people around her. There were a few witches, some zombies, werewolves… she noticed a pink unicorn among the midst of Halloween disguises and raised an eyebrow. That was perhaps scarier than anything else she'd seen so far, and it had the benefits of being original - contrary to her costume. She'd taken the first idea that came to her mind, thinking that it would suit her well. A vampire. She'd bought a cape, fake fangs, and wore a black dress as well as scarlet fingerless gloves.

The music got louder, changing to a popular song. She scowled as everyone around yelled back and started to dance way too excitedly for her liking.

That does it. I'm out.

Leaving her spot and glass of punch behind her on a table, she started to look for the exit. Taking out her phone on the way, she texted her best friend, saying that she didn't feel well and apologizing for leaving early. Just as she was typing out the last line, someone bumped into her violently and sent her mobile to the floor. Random Douchebag didn't even apologize. Gritting her teeth, she bent down to grab the device, but the feet of a dancer kicked it away. Cursing, she hurried to where it was before anyone could notice it. Luck was not on her side, however, as a group of a dozen of people suddenly passed by her, blocking both her view and her path.

"Oh, fucking hell."

When she is finally able to get through, her phone is, of course, nowhere in sight. Looking everywhere around in desperation, she finally spotted it, in the hands of a tall man walking away. It was easily recognizable even from a distance due to the little voodoo doll she had tied to it. She ran after him, bumping into a few people, her temper growing shorter by the minute.

He seemed to slow down and she saw he was talking with another Unknown Guy. She reached them, out of breath, and snatched the phone right out of his hands. The tall man frowned at her in confusion and made a move to take it back but she'd already turned and started to walk away, bracing the crowd once again. Finally finding the door leading to the garden, she went outside and plumped down on the first bench she saw. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, wishing she could be home.

"Excuse me. Is that phone yours?"

Her short moment of peace was interrupted by a deep voice, with an accent she couldn't exactly place. She opened her eyes and saw the man from earlier standing in front of her.

"Yes, it is," she replied defiantly. She saw him hesitate.

"Could you prove it?" he asked. "I picked that phone off of the floor, and I know I'd hate it if mine was stolen, so I wouldn't want that to happen to anyone else. I doubt you're a thief, otherwise you'd have run away pretty quickly, but still…"

She grunted but complied, getting his point. Switching off the phone, she turned it back on, showing him the lock screen asking for her PIN code. Typing it in, she held out the phone again for him to see it properly unlocked. He nodded, satisfied. Sighing, she put her mobile back into the small black purse she was carrying, hoping he would leave her alone now.

He didn't. She felt the bench bending slightly under his weight as he sat down next to her.

"Difficult week?"

His tone was surprisingly gentle. A moment of silence went by before she replied.

"You could say that. College. Exams."

"Ah, don't mention it," he grimaced. "I'd want nothing more than to be home right now, but I promised a friend I'd be there."

Martha nodded, understanding him too well.

"… Which friend was it?"

"Victor. Very tall, big dude?"

"Wait… Is he the one currently disguised as Frankenstein and eating all the food?"

He chuckled at her answer. "That's him alright. He doesn't go unnoticed easily."

"No, I guess he doesn't," Martha smiled.

"Contrary to us. Vampires are very cliché, we could have made an effort."

"Hey, it works," she shrugged. "Besides, it's better than being part of the crowd of witches there is inside. Where has creativity gone?"

"Don't say that!" he gasped, looking frightened. "They'll hear you and curse you, turn your head into a pumpkin and stuff it with candy!"

Martha laughed at that, and he grinned back. For the first time, she actually looked at him. He was indeed dressed as a vampire. His skin was quite pale, much like herself, and he sported a black suit as well as a long velvety looking cape. His dark hair was slicked back, his eyes a light cerulean blue. He was actually quite handsome. Her eyes widened as she suddenly remembered something.

"Oh my God, you're the one who's my so-called boyfriend!" she exclaimed.

"W-what?" he stuttered. She noticed he was blushing, and chuckled at his reaction. "There was this girl at the party earlier who asked me if I was here with my vampire boyfriend because she had seen a guy dressed just like me. Apparently you're him!"

"Well... So much for originality," he smiled sheepishly. "We even have the same cape!"

"Don't tell me… You bought it at 'Demons Fancy Dress'."

"You got me."

She laughed again. Silence fell for a moment, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

"The fangs are real, though," he said after a while. She rolled her eyes at him.

"Sure they are. And I'm the actual Queen of England."

"Royalty talking to Royalty. This is a good conversation."

"Oh? And since when were you part of a royal family?"

"My name is Count Dracula," he deadpanned with the most serious face. "The Prince of Darkness and all that. You should fear me, Human."

"Ooooh, I'm scared. Are you going to eat me?"

As soon as that sentence left her mouth, Martha slapped herself mentally. That was the lamest thing she'd ever said when trying to flirt with someone. But he didn't seem to mind. Getting closer, he stared at her intently, smirking.

"Maybe I will," he replied, voice much lower. She shivered at the promises his gaze held. Before she could utter a response, however, a voice coming from the house resonated in the garden.

"All the lovebirds hiding outside, get your asses back in here! It's time for the surprise Halloween cake, lovingly prepared by the party planners, so if you want a bite you'd better hurry!"

Silence fell again as the woman got back inside. "Dracula" rose from the bench and offered his hand to her like a proper gentleman.

"Well, shall we go?" he asked. She nodded, amused at his behavior. Rising gracefully, she linked their arms together, leading the both of them back to the party.

"We shall."

"Wait," he said after a minute of silent walking. "I don't even know your name yet."

The young woman looked at him, an idea popping into her head. She let go of his arm and grabbed his collar, pulling him down to her face level. He took in a sharp intake of breath as she lightly trailed her other hand down his chest. His pupils widened when she leaned in slowly, getting closer and closer to his mouth. At the last moment she turned away, and he felt her breath on his cheek and her voice in his ear as she whispered her name.

Martha.

She let go and went back to the house quickly. Turning back when she reached the door, she saw him just a couple of meters away from her, grinning.

"Oh, this is so on," he whispered. Her smile widened as she finally entered the house and joined the party, him following suit behind.

Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all.

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They're cuties and I love them.

This one was quite short, maybe other chapters will be longer, I don't know. I don't really have plans for this , I just... Go with the flow, look at stuff, get inspired or not and write. You guys can also leave me ideas in the comments because why not!

Thank you for reading, and I hope you liked it. There's more to come!