Hello, my children! I'm finished EXAMS! –Tears of Joy-

My math exam was surprisingly easy! Well, I have a week and a half off, so I'll try to finish a few more chapters! I can't wait till the tenth volume of Ouran comes out!

Oh yes, I was looking through some of the Ouran Fan Fics… and I realized that there are only a fraction of TamaHaru fics compared to the KyouHaru ones. How…Sad!

Anyways, please enjoy the next chapter!

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Of Costumes and Curses.

Chapter 4: Tainted

As Haruhi gripped onto her broomstick, the wind swirled through her faded gray hair, causing it to blow over her eyes. She grimaced, and swept them away. The crisp autumn air blew gently against her face, tracing its invisible fingers over her cheeks.

She closed her eyes for a moment. She just needed a second to savor the moment. This never would have happened, or so she thought, without the help of Umehito Nekozawa. He could be creepy at times, but sometimes that creepiness would pay off.

Haruhi gazed up at the night clouds, which were slowly swirling around the darkening sky. The sound of bats squeaking sounded above, camouflaging them in with the darkness of the October night. She was really going to stay at Tamaki's house tonight. It almost seemed surreal.

Never had she thought that she would develop feeling—loving ones, towards the King. He had showed sincere feelings towards her, but she had brushed them off, too oblivious to the fact that he cared about her more than any other female in his life. Even more than his grumpy caretaker/grandmother, Shima. But this night wouldn't last forever. It would be over so soon. She sighed, and closed her eyes.

The broomstick suddenly dropped. Both the vampire and the little witch screamed as they quickly lost altitude. Tamaki's cape fluttered as they dropped, as Haruhi's large witch hat was promptly whisked off her head.

Haruhi's eyelids flew open. The broomstick began to fly again. Tamaki's cape settled from its little dance, and Haruhi's hat, mysteriously enough, landed back on her head. A nervous sweat broke out on her forehead. She reached up and wiped it off with the back of her sleeve.

"You really need to work on driving this thing, don't you?" chuckled Tamaki, clearly scared that she would do it a second time, causing them to plunge into a horrific death by broomstick.

"Don't worry, Tama-kun." She smiled. "The secret of flying if thinking happy thoughts!" She turned around to look at him, as his eyes met hers, she gave hi man unsure smile. "Well, I'm pretty sure that that's the secret, anyways."

She took one of her hands off the front of the broomstick and used it to take Tamaki's hand. He looked curiously at her. Her hand felt so warm as it held his cold one. Warmth spread quickly up his arm.

It was almost bewitching, almost enchanting how she had this effect on him. How she could act so oblivious at some times, so selfish, yet show such gentile emotions towards somebody so unworthy. How she could give emotion to someone, like a vampire, who were portrayed as 'heartless'.

She placed his cold, pale hand around her waist and turned back to steering.

He blushed, placed his other hand around her waist, and hugged her close. Haruhi felt a shiver crawl up her spine, suddenly screaming into her head. She silently squealed inside, shooting them higher up into the air. Haruhi giggled, clearly overjoyed at the fact that he was holding her close, and sped off once again. She tried to take a few rapid breaths in. She calmed herself down, and steadied the broomstick again.

They soared above the clouds for a few more moments, before Tamaki pointed at a large, dark mansion; it's figure softly blanketed in the moonlight. She swooped down to the top balcony, and steadied her broomstick. It hovered for a few moments, almost confirming with Haruhi if this was the right place, and dropped.

Tamaki, who was gazing at Haruhi, didn't notice that they were ready to get off the broomstick. He fell clumsily to the ground, sprawling all over the balcony.

Haruhi giggled. She closed her eyes and concentrated. "Tamaki, I wish you could just stand on your own feet once in a while." Tamaki began to glow, slowly levitating off the ground, and was up righted by Haruhi's innocent magic.

"Uh… thanks." He mumbled, brushing some dust off of his long, satin cape. He wandered over to the balcony door, and pushed it open. As he glided inside, he turned around and beckoned Haruhi to follow. She picked up her broomstick and headed inside.

"Welcome back, Master Suoh!" cheerily greeted a mob of his servants.

Tamaki's household was quite festive. As one of their holiday events, Tamaki had permitted his staff to dress up as well.

The maids were dressed in black and white dressed, flowing elegantly, and ended just before the knee. A great silver bow was tied as the back of the dress, and small silver shoes adorned their feet. Their hair was tied in the standard buns, tied with white ribbon.

As for the males, they wore black jackets embroidered with silver thread, and black dress pants. A dark gray cape, much like Tamaki's, were tied around each of their necks.

All staff members sported the same dead look; jet black or silver hair, red, bloodshot eyes, massive gray eye bags under them, and pale, translucent skin. Tamaki's mansion had been transformed into a vampire hideout.

Haruhi stood blankly before the staff. They eyed her hungrily, their thirst begging to be quenched by an adorable little witch's blood. They advanced towards her, but immediately stopped when Tamaki placed a hand around Haruhi's waist. The shivers, feeling vaguely familiar, slithered up Haruhi's spine. She pulled her large hat over her eyes.

"She's with me." He informed them, piercing each of them with a stern look. "If anyone of you approaches her, or attacks her…" He slurred. "You will be killed." The last statement had made her fully shake.

This wasn't just about being with Tamaki, it was also about preserving her life long enough to break Nekozawa's spell.

But still, this curse has its advantages… She thought mischievously. Tamaki took her hand and pulled her towards a large, candlelit room. The gothic candelabras sent flickers of light across the room.

As they entered, Tamaki turned around once again, and glanced out the door. The staff members had been inching towards the door; clearly intrigued that Tamaki had brought a girl into the mansion. Into his room, of all things.

He locked it, and turned towards Haruhi. Another trickle of nervous sweat ran down her neck.

"They're going to try to break in again, aren't they? They looked a little, thirsty." Inquired Haruhi, dropping onto a dark, leather sofa that was behind her. A little 'Mnnn' was head from Tamaki. "Should I cast a protection spell?"

"Sure." Simply said Tamaki.

Haruhi clasped her fingers together, and concentrated on the lock on the door. Without knowing, she whispered an unknown word.

Click.

She smiled. Now they were in. Her mind fast-forwarded through her little fantasies. He would approach her, fling her hat on the ground and wind his fingers through her hair. She would lean forward, and gently caress his face. He would kiss her, she would respond fully. He would push her onto her bed and fumble with the ribbons that held up her dress. He would kiss her again, working his way down her neck and down to her breasts. She would giggle, and use her magic to unclothe him, leaving him only in his boxers, and then trace a finger down his well-built chest…

"H-haru, are you alright? You're face is awfully red. Do you have a fever?" Tamaki slid a cold hand over her forehead.

She immediately shot back into reality. She slapped herself a few times, earning a promising look from the vampire.

"Eh, heh… sorry. I was just thinking about things…" She laughed nervously.

Like getting in-ti-mate. She added in her mind.

Tamaki, being able to read minds, picked up on this thought, and smiled. She was finally returning his feelings.

Tamaki sat down beside her, plucked off her witch hat, and tossed it on the floor. He ran his fingers through her silky gray hair. He twirled his fingers in her starlight-tainted hair, and watched the stones on her dress glimmer in the faint candlelight. It almost looked like the girl was adorned in stars.

He traced a slender finger down her neck, causing her to tense up. He leaned towards Haruhi. She felt his hot breath tickle her neck.

"Haruhi…"

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Extra: Tamaki Mind Theatre #4

A/N: I've run out of Halloween related Mind Theatre themes, so I'm just resorting to random suggestive themes. Feel free to suggest themes when you review.

Tamaki pulled Haruhi close as they sat together on his private beach. She leaned back onto his muscular chest, and traced a finger down it. Her elegant yellow sundress, tossed aside with his shirt, was speckled with grains of sand.

He had a hand on her bare waist, and slid it up to below her breast area. She simply wore a tank top and boy shorts. As he kissed her neck, her hand crept up her tank top.

She shuddered happily. "I wish this evening lasted forever, Tamaki-kun." She said, kissing his cheek.

"Oh, it doesn't have to, love." He slurred seductively, and rolled her onto the sand. She smiled back at him as he pinned down her arms. He set a trail of kisses again, starting from her stomach and working his way upwards.

"It never has to end…"

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Kekekeke, things are really getting intense. I'm wondering if I should make this story rated M, maybe throw in a few suggestive themes maybe? But nothing explicit, just some touchy-feely stuff. : D

You know, something to give you a few thrills…

I'm not sure though. It's all up to you, my dear readers!

TamaHaru for life, bitches.