Side Note : Augh :"D Thanks so much for all of the lovely reviews 3 You're all babes who deserve infinite Bethan and cookies or whatever sweet or food you love in abundance! I'm going to try my hardest to make this chapter at least hit 2,500 words, because the last two have only been 1K, so cross your fingers for me :D And sorry if I'm making the boys ridiculously fluffy, but dear god I just need some Bethan fluff, you know? I want some fluff for fuck's sake, and that's all I'm asking for.

Costume Idea #2 : Benny as Victor Van Dort and Ethan as the male version of Emily from Corpse Bride. Emile? LAWD THAT'S SO PERFECT TO ME I WANT IT. CORPSE BRIDE BETHAN AU IS A GO!

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With now only two weeks to go until Halloween, Whitechapel was beginning to cool down. Ethan cringed getting out of bed in the mornings, because no matter how long or cranked up his parents ran the furnace, it was always chilly in their large house. Mostly because it was void of carpet in most of the rooms, and instead replaced by wood flooring.

That morning began without exception; as soon as Ethan's alarm clock went of, his teeth were chattering and he had to keep from crying out when his bare feet hit the floor of his room. The only thing that moved him forwards was the promise of a nice, warm shower, and then something warm to eat for breakfast.

Jane looked up at him as Ethan descended from upstairs, and she grinned at him, not bothering to hide her amusement towards her older brother's wardrobe choices.

"Going to the North Pole, Ethan?"

It looked, indeed, like Ethan was traveling towards somewhere as chill-ridden as Antarctica. The teen was wearing not only a dark blue sweater, but a long sleeved shirt underneath it, and a gray hoodie over the sweater. He looked like he was heading off to a ski resort instead of early morning classes.

"Shut up, Jane," Ethan grumbled quietly as he stiffly walked over to the toaster because damn if he wasn't still freezing his ass off. "I'm cold, okay? We live in Canada so it's not like it's a big surprise to get cold this time of year."

Jane just gave him a look and continued to eat her cereal, smirking around her spoon as Ethan marveled at the hotness of his toast when it popped back up. She half expected him to begin rubbing it over his cheeks and neck.

What really warmed Ethan up was when Benny showed up to walk with him to school; he was upstairs, brushing his teeth, when the doorbell rang and Jane shouted that she would get it.

"Ethan!" she yelled, sounding as though she were trying not to laugh. "Benny's here! Maybe you'll warm each other up."

Confusion pulling his eyebrow up, Ethan quickly rinsed his mouth out and jogged back down the stairs- and was met to the wonderful sight of Benny looking almost identical to him, with three different long sleeved shirts on, and even a beanie. And he was still shivering inside of all the fabric.

Ethan laughed. "God, I hate autumn sometimes."

Benny grinned back at him as Ethan moved to scoop his backpack up, and with a goodbye to Jane, the two boys were out of the house and moving together down the sidewalk.

Almost at once, Benny reached down and grabbed Ethan's hand, tangling their frostbitten fingers together. It sent a shock of scalding heat up Ethan's arm and spine, and heart fluttering, he looked up at Benny with a warm smile.

"I'm freezing." Benny said simply. "And I kind of like you. You're warm. And soft."

Ethan snorted, and leaned into his boyfriend's side. "You're lame and I'll love it forever." he replied as his other arm curled around Benny's.

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They were standing at Ethan's locker, Benny leaning against the one next to it and going on about how he wanted to see the new Captain America movie coming out, when a group of girls walked by. Normally, he ignored everyone else around them when Benny was talking to him, but what they had said caught his attention.

He was grabbing for his Algebra 2 textbook when they walked by, and one of them was explaining something to her friends.

"I'm not sure what happened, Ab, you know? One minute I was watching a movie and the next I look over at my closet and there's this awful, mangled hand in the opening. My mom heard my screaming and came rushing up, but when she got there and I finally came out from under the covers, it was gone."

Ethan's spine froze. Turning around to look at the group of girls sharply, he saw that it was a few of the girls in his and Benny's grade. The one telling the story was Ingrid Evans, and she looked as sickly white as her platinum blonde hair.

"That's terrible, Ingrid." her friend, Abby, said sympathetically.

"Thanks." Ingrid smiled at her thankfully. "It must have been my mind playing a trick on me, though. There's no way those things actually happen."

By this point, Ethan's head was whirling so badly that the rest of their conversation dropped away as they continued down the hallway and further into the crowd. First the spider, and now the ghost? Something wasn't right, and he could feel it like he could feel his psychic powers floating around just underneath his skin. But he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Ethan? Hell-oo." Benny waved one of his abnormally large hands in Ethan's face, and finally the smaller of the two snapped out of his head.

"Sorry," Ethan flushed. "I was thinking about something."

"I'm wounded." And Ethan watched as his best but dramatic friend fell backwards against the lockers, head tilted and the back of a hand over his chocolate colored eyes. "We've only been dating for a year and you're already starting to get bored of me."

Ethan snickered and closed his locker. "Benny, please- we've been friends since we were six, so I'm sure that if I'd really gotten tired of you over the past ten years, you'd have been booted earlier than now."

Benny practically flew at him, and Ethan was momentarily stunned as Benny pulled him closer and loomed above him.

"Is there another man? Another significant someone in your life? I swear, I'll do anything to win back your heart. A fight to death, if I must!"

Ethan wanted more than anything to sink into the embrace Benny had him semi-in, to fall asleep against his beating chest and get some feeling back into his aching bones. But the bell rang above them, and with a sigh, he settled for grinning sunnily up at Benny.

"Never. You're the only guy who understands why I love Comic Con more than LARP conventions."

Benny laughed. "We're the perfect match."

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It wasn't until he was in Psych class, something Ethan had taken for kicks, and maybe in hopes of figuring out something else about his Seeing abilities, that he put together a piece of the puzzle.

Ingrid sat a few rows in front of him, and when he saw a giant magnet of a ghost on the whiteboard and a ghoulishly grinning pumpkin next to it over her head, he remembered.

The class had done a 'Worst Fears' assignment on the very first day of October a few weeks ago, and had to share with everyone else what theirs was.

And Ingrid's had been a dismembered hand, crawling out of a closet in the dead of night and strangling her while she slept.

Ethan suddenly felt very cold at this thought, and he curled in on himself as another part of the mystery fell into place.

That meant that whoever was behind the tormenting was inside of the school. At that very moment.

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Typical, she thought with disgust. It's windy and this school's circuitry is shit when it rains lightly.

But she couldn't help the discomfort the flickering lights were bringing her. She'd come into the bathroom to fix her contact lens, which had poked out in the middle of German, and as soon as she entered the lights began to go on and off.

The quicker she got out, the better.

Creeping closer to the mirror, she cradled her lens closer to her body as she dropped her bag on the floor and opened up the front pocket. The solution for her contacts lay snugly next to her inhaler and medical emergency responder, and she disregarded the other two for favoring the solution.

She almost got an excess amount as the lights flickered out a few moments longer than they had before, and sucking in a breath, she hurried to get the solution on the lens and back into her eye.

Eventually, it went back in, but as soon as it did, the lights went out again. For more than ten seconds.

Feeling her heart rate beginning to pick erratically, she scrambled around to try and get her solution back into her pack and zipped up. It was almost impossible to do so in the complete blackness of the room, and her hands shook as all sorts of horrid things swam around in her head. The eerie echo she was making with her hurried actions did nothing to ease her nerves.

It was just as she'd gotten her backpack up on her shoulder when the lights flickered slightly, and she sighed quietly as some of the pressure in her chest receded.

But then she made the mistake of looking up at the mirror as she turned to go, and all of the blood drained from her face and to her feet.

A gorey looking woman with jewels dangling off of her body and coins stitched into the seams of her dress looked back at her. Her skin was paper white, and peeling back from her face to reveal the bones that lay underneath. She smiled, but it was a horrible grin, filled with chunks of flesh and dirt in between the gaps of her teeth.

Screaming, she felt as her arm acted of its own accord, and suddenly her fist was hitting the mirror over and over again. The glass shattered continuously as the woman taking over her own reflection tried to reach through the mirror and take her wrist. But her fingers were slippery with dark crimson, and fell away from the girl's wrist as she smashed the last bit of glass.

She could feel her heart stumbling over itself in her chest, and gasping for breath that wouldn't come to her, she fell backwards onto the bathroom floor and began to twitch uncontrollably.

When a flood of people finally came into the bathroom, few minutes after her screaming had started, the lights were back on, and the woman in ripped clothes was gone.

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A lot of students were gathered outside as the paramedics loaded a fellow student of theirs onto a gurney, and the teachers kept them back as best as they could.

It took a few minutes, but after searching the sea of people Ethan finally found Benny towards the left side of the group, looking over at the ambulance with worry obvious even in the way he stood.

"Ben, what happened?" Ethan breathed as he squished up to the other boy. Benny leaned into him equally.

"Kate was in the bathroom, putting her contact back in," he explained, shivering as a gust of wind crept across the sea of students. "And I guess she just started screaming. A teacher and her class were coming back from the computer lab when they heard her and when they rushed to the bathroom, she was lying on the ground and convulsing."

Ethan saw as the paramedics fluttered over Kate to make sure she was stable, before the men picked up her gurney and loaded her onto the ambulance. Even from the twenty yards or so away, Ethan could see the blood caked on her knuckles and neck.

"What happened to her hands?"

"She busted the mirror. Swung at it until it was in pieces on the ground and then I guess she collapsed."

Ethan discreetly took Benny's hand in his own and they held onto each other tightly as the hospital owned vehicle drove away, its siren on full blast.

"She did come to, eventually, for a second." Benny told him, and finally the two locked eyes. "She tried to say something to the paramedics, but all she could be out was air. It sounded like 'buh', from where I was standing, but that's all she said before she passed out again."

Ethan looked across the front of school to see Ingrid and Abby holding onto each other, crying, and he remembered with a jolt that Kate was the other friend talking to Ingrid about the hand she had seen in her closet the previous night.

"Buh," Ethan said to himself, and then the thought of Kate's worst nightmare being in a mirror struck him like a slap in the face.

"Benny, something's going on in this town." he told his boyfriend seriously, and Benny didn't doubt his look of absolute certainty for a minute. "All of these things happening, first with Jessica and the spider, and then with Turner and the ghost. This morning, Ingrid was telling Kate and Abby about how she saw a mangled hand in her closet last night. And now this with the mirror?"

Benny took this in with thought, and his eyebrows folded down even farther. "You're right- there are too many of them to have been coincidences."

"They're worst fears." Ethan explained the thought that had been niggling at him for nearly a week now. "And I think I know what caused Kate to have a heart attack in the bathroom."

The taller boy was almost afraid to hear what Ethan's answer would be, but he asked anyways. "What?"

"Bloody Mary." Ethan said quietly, trembling at the thought of one of his most hated urban legends coming to life. "You said she made a 'buh' sound, right? That would fit, considering it happened in the bathroom and she was trying to make a B sound."

Benny shook his head. "I knew, somehow, this Halloween wouldn't go by quietly." he squeezed Ethan's hand, and began pulling him away from the side of the bus loading area. "Come on, we should go find the Vamps and see what they think."

Ethan swallowed and nodded, and together the two went off to find their three vampire friends.

It wasn't as though all of the other Supernatural things they'd faced hadn't scared Ethan, because they had; it was just that with everyone's worst fears coming into play, he wasn't sure he wanted everyone to know what his was.

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A/N: That went splendidly longer than I thought it would :D I was in a Bethan mood though so that's probably why. I hope you liked this chapter as much as I did, because this is probably my favorite so far! Until next week you beautiful souls :3