A/n:requested by SamiraMitsuki ^^ Happy Halloween everyone!Even if you don't celebrate that day in your country,like i do,that won't stop it from enjoying spooky season!If you dress up today,what will you be?Tell me in the comments,i really want to know!Honestly,if i have the oppurtinity to dress as something,i am between as Jason Voorhees,any scary clown or Ghostface from Scream.Maybe i will go as Ghostface because it will cover the whole body but it is not sure,i have time ahead of me,so tell me opinions!

WARNING:THIS ONESHOT CONTAINS GORE SCENES IN IT.PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!

What are you doing to her?

Stop it!

No!

Please stop!Don't touch her!

. . .

I am sorry Mr.Afton.

She couldn't make it.

He opened his eyes with a gasp,feeling his pounding heart against his chest as sweat was rolling down his body.

The same dream,every night.

He managed to get himself up,pressing his feet against the cold wooden floor.

It was still early in the morning,but there was fog around the town,making his window slightly blurry.

His feet took him towards the kitchen,pressing the button on the coffee maker as he opened the fridge.

Milk and a few eggs.

He grabbed two eggs,and then walked over to the cabinet to grab the frying pan.

Soon,he had a plate with two cooked eggs and a warm cup of coffee on his table.

He plopped himself down on the chair with a sigh,dragging the fork along the eggs.

So quiet.

So empty.

The mug was empty.

The plate was empty.

He placed them inside the sink,rubbing his neck with a sigh.

Same routine every day.

He spat out the toothpaste from his mouth,washing his mouth as he let the clean toothbrush inside the holder.

All by itself.

Black sweater,black pants.

He brushed his fingers along his dark purple hair,tying them into a lower ponytail.

He wore a black coat,and wrapped a purple scarf around his neck,tucking some of it inside his coat.

His steps took him back towards the kitchen,opening the fridge and checking what items he needed.

After he closed it,he noticed from the corner of his eye a small sticky note.

"Don't forget to do the grocery shopping!I will be back at night,love you!~(Y/N)"

He cracked a small smile,his fingertips were caressing along her handwriting,exhaling deeply.

He opened the apartment door,stepping outside and noticing along the hallway Halloween decorations.

He closed the door behind him,locking the door.

"Mommy hurry up!I want to get my costume!"

A little boy,a few doors away from him,was bouncing up and down impatiently,as the mother was trying to get her shoes on.

"Don't worry honey,we will get your costume before night!But first we need to go grocery shopping."

The boy whined,running down the hallway towards the stairs,making her gasp.

"Michael!Don't run like this,you will get hurt!" She said closing the door,finally noticing the male who was standing at his door.

Her brown eyes seemed to go wide for a bit,as she tucked some of her blonde hair strands behind her ear.

"Vincent,good morning."She gave a small smile,though still keeping an eye on her son who was going up and down the stairs.

"Good morning Clara."

He said almost in a monotone voice,managing a small smile.

"I didn't see you for a while,and got worried."She took a step closer,rolling up her sleeves of her green shirt."And,I heard what happened to (Y/N)."

He gripped the inside pocket of his coat,swallowing hard.

"My condolences."

That word.

I always hated that word.

I didn't want to walk out of my apartment just to hear those words of pity.

He simply nodded,as he gazed towards the little boy.

"Going to get his costume?"

"Yes,my ex-husband will come and get him to go trick or treat tonight."She smiled widely,and then she heard her son's whines."Michael,i am coming!"

He softly chuckled,shaking his head.

"You aren't going out to trick or treat with him?How so?"

She exhaled,rubbing her wrist."As much as i like Halloween,I always find it as a day in the year that I can sit back,relax and enjoy a glass of wine while my son is with his dad.Besides,Vlad is always eager to take him anywhere,he loves Michael."

Vincent noticed the look in her eyes,as they were gazing at the floor.

"He loves you Clara."

The grip around her bag tightened,clenching her jaw.

"But not enough to keep this marriage going."She looked up at him,giving him a small smile."I should go,I don't want to keep a whining little boy waiting!"

She said as she looked behind Vincent,seeing him pouting as he crossed his arms.

"Take care Vincent."

She walked past him,inhaling the scent of her perfume which caused him to shiver.

"Clara."He turned around,making her stop on her tracks as she looked back at him.

His heart slightly beat from the look of her eyes,making him swallow hard.

"Do you want me to come over and drink wine together?"

The question made her cheeks red,as she was quite shocked.

But she relaxed her face with a gentle smile.

"Red or Rosé.I will wait for you at eight." She gave him a small wink,chuckling softly as she gently grabbed her son's hand,walking down the stairs.

His dark cheeks were dusted with a red blush,slightly biting his bottom lip.

Her smile.

The look of her eyes.

It reminds me so much of her.

It reminds me the perfect woman that I lost.

~~

The darkness unfolded into the city,as children's laughs filled the streets.

Trick or treat!

Vincent exhaled deeply,picking up the bottle of red wine.

He opened his apartment door,looking over to hers with a hard swallow.

He walked over,facing her door.

183.

He thought as he read the numbers on the door,knocking on it.

It soon opened,but only to meet with a pair of brown eyes,smiling slightly.

"I brought red." He started,smiling softly.

"Nice,just give me a moment,the little one is still around." She said wearing her earrings,walking inside the house."Come in!"

Vincent took a hesitant step inside,closing the door as the little boy jumped out from the other room.

"Grah!Be scared human!" He said,showing the little fake fangs making him laugh.

"Well,aren't you a cute little vampire?"He said getting on his height level,ruffling his hair.

"I am not cute!I am scary!" He said as he wrapped the cape around himself,vanishing inside the room.

He chuckled,walking towards the living room as Clara smiled.

"He wanted a vampire costume like his dad.Get yourself comfortable though,don't worry about it."

Vincent nodded,sitting himself on the couch as he placed the bottle of wine on the table.

"Michael!Get your pumpkin basket,dad is waiting for you downstairs!"

She said as she checked her phone,walking towards the door.

The boy walked out again,letting his cape flow behind him as if he was flying,kissing his mother's cheek.

"Be careful alright?Dad said you will sleep at his place,and don't overdo it with the sugar!" She warned him as she placed a kiss on his forehead,making him pout.

He hugged her tightly and walked out of the door,running down the stairs with eager.

Clara watched him in case he would fall,smiling softly as she closed the door with a sigh.

She looked over to Vincent who was sitting on the couch,having a small smile build upon her lips.

He let the red liquid slowly pour inside the glass,giving it to her.

"Thank you for joining me.Honestly,I was hoping we would get a time like this."

Vincent gently gripped his glass,noticing from the corner of his eye her little bottom lip being slowly tugged by her teeth."Really?"

"Yeah,we have been neighbors for so long,you are like four doors away from me yet we didn't exchange much other than the usual." She gazed at her glass,feeling her cheeks warm up."I mean,(Y/N) was a great woman,and I felt so terrible learning about-!"

"The past,is in the past right?"

He interrupted her,as she looked worriedly towards him.

He didn't want to hear about it again.

He already has dreams about it reminding him that.

"I am sorry Vincent."

Her head was lowered,as he inhaled softly.

He turned towards her,facing her with a smile and lifting up his glass.

"Why don't we toast for something happy?To us,getting more chances to talk to?"

His smile made her heart flutter,as she straightened her posture,lifting up the glass.

"I can toast to that."

She chuckled,clinking their glasses together,taking a sip.

And another one.

And another one.

Feeling the red liquor brush upon their lips and then meeting their tongue.

Taste so divine yet simple.

Their lips gently caressed the rim of the wine glass,and then caressing each other's lips with slow kisses.

The empty glasses rested on the coffee table,as their cuddled bodies were laying on the couch.

He had laid her figure along the sofa,resting his large hand along her cheek as their lips pressed together with passion.

Too much wine?

Too much talk?

That lead them to this?

They didn't know,but Vincent was certain for one thing.

Her lips.

Kissing her lips was something forbidden.

Kissing her felt wrong.

But her lips,reminded me of her.

Yet it was still wrong.

But I couldn't stop.

Forgive me.

Forgive me for entering this forbidden garden and tasting someone else's lips.

He pulled himself away with a gasp,as she looked up at him with rosy cheeks.

"Let's go to my place." He softly purred against her ear,as she shivered from his deep voice.

She was eager and happy to finally receive some genuine love.

It has been a long time since she felt another presence in this way.

Both of them were out of the door,as Clara sneakily snatched his apartment keys from his hands,making him chuckle.

She smirked,nearing his door as she pushed the key inside the key hole.

The small smile along her lips was covered by a cloth,making her eyes go wide.

She jerked her body,gripping his wrist to pull it away but it only added more pressure.

Vincent huffed,as his large hand gripped her jaw tightly,and his other arm wrapped around her figure,trapping her hands and pushing her towards the stairs.

She was squirming around,muffling through the cloth as she was hoping someone to pass by,but the apartment building seemed empty.

He managed to get her squirming body down the stairs,and then another staircase that leaded to the basement of the building.

It was dusty,with spider webs and simply abandoned,as not many people were going down there.

He got himself against a door that was at the end of the basement area,pulling out the keys quickly and unlocking the door.

As he removed his arm from her body,he found it as a chance to kick him,but he was quicker as he pushed her inside the room,falling on the floor.

She coughed,tears staining her cheeks as she whimpered.

"Please Vincent.Please don't do anything!"

She basically screamed out,backing away as she was still on the floor.

He closed the door behind him,slightly grimacing in disgust from her sobs and pleads of mercy.

He turned to face her,landing a slap across her cheek which made her lay against the cold floor.

"Shut your fucking mouth already!" He got on her height level,grabbing her face as he gripped her jaw,looking into her teary eyes.

Her breath inside her throat trapped,finding it hard to swallow.

His almost milky white eyes.

They were hazed,empty and lifeless.

As if they never saw life.

"Don't you understand?"He grinned at her trembling state,as she was whimpering softly and he slapped her again to stop,making her face him again."You are the perfect woman."

Petrified,confused and shakiness.

Those were all Clara's feelings at the moment.

She didn't care what he was saying,as she simply wanted to get out and go back to her apartment.

"You reminded me so much of (Y/N).She was the perfect woman.But after those bastards failed to help her live,it was my turn to help the love of my life."

He gripped her arm,standing her up as she tried to kick him away,but that only made him angrier.

He huffed,sitting her down on a chair and tying her legs and hands on it,as she looked around the room for the first time.

Machines everywhere.

Electricity was trapped against a large glass tube as in the middle was a large table,covering something with a blanket.

"Clara,you have known me for quite some time,but you never seemed to ask about my occupation."

Her shaky brown eyes gazed over to him,as he was wearing on his body a white long lab coat.

"What are you going to do to me Vincent.Please,come to your senses!"

She tried to yank her hands or legs free,but it was no use.

A grin laid upon his lips,chuckling deeply at her failed tries.

"Oh Clara.Perfection comes with a great price.And now,you have to pay for it."He said inching closer,running his hand along his work table and grabbing a large knife.

She screamed,trying her best to get her body off the chair but Vincent grabbed her face,leaning it back on the chair as he pressed gently the blade against her neck.

"No need to scream,you will ruin your beautiful voice." He chuckled,slowly running his tongue along her cheek."You are just like her.Kind and loving.I saw her in your eyes and i thought you were perfect."

He grinned,pressing his fingers on her intense pulse,making her gasp.

"The inside.The inside is what matters.It will bring her back."

"Vincent stop!You are fucking crazy!(Y/N) is dead and you need to accept that and move on!You are doing insane moves right now!"

"Dead?"

He tried to stifle a laugh but failed,pulling himself away with a loud laugh as she found herself finally breathing without the blade on her neck.

"Oh sweet naive little Clara.My love will no longer be dead."

She inhaled and exhaled deeply,looking at him with confusion.

He walked over to the blanket that was covering the table,yanking it away.

Her fingers slightly gripped at the chair.

It was her.

(Y/N).

Laying on the large table with her hands resting on her tummy and her eyes were closed.

"My love,I am sorry,so sorry for kissing someone else."He caressed her cheek,looking at her face as he pecked his lips against hers."Please forgive me."

The female strapped on the chair felt the vomit reaching her mouth,but managed to contain herself.

His intense eyes looked over to her,smirking.

"But I had to bring her my love.She is finally here,no longer you have to stay in this state!"

He removed her hands from her tummy,carefully resting them on each side of her body as he had slit the fabric of the clothing she was wearing in the middle.

He slowly opened it,as his fingers traced along her slit open tummy.

"I will put you back together."He hummed with a smile,looking over to the trembling Clara.

Eyes foggy.

Unexpressed.

The sharp end of the knife was pressed against her chest,just enough to hit her rib cage.

The woman screamed,which leaded to him slapping her again as he pushed the knife down along her tummy,slitting it open but he was careful not to cut too deep so he wouldn't harm any of her organs.

Her mouth hanged open,coughing out blood that landed on his white lab coat.

"Ah,your organs look so good,perfect fit for my love."

He said with a chuckle as the woman stopped moving,her head leaned back on the chair as her eyes fogged.

He untied her and laid her down on the floor,pulling out one by one her organs and placing them inside (Y/N)'s lifeless body.

 The weird slippery texture between his naked fingers made him shiver,as droplets of blood landed on the floor,staining it along the way.

After the successful transferring,he grabbed with his shaky bloody hands the needle and thread,looking down at her.

"I am doing this for you,my love."

He bit tightly his bottom lip,trying for a moment to get over his fear,and started sewing her tummy,closing it up.

He smiled at his sewing technics,not the best,but decent enough to seal her body.

"I will make you live again." He grinned widely,grabbing some bolts and placing them on her knees,elbows and on each side of her neck.

He connected the large table she was laying on with the large electricity glass.

His laugh seemed broken,sad,as if he was holding on to this as a last hope.

"Live again my love!" He pushed down the level,sending electricity all over here body."Live!"

The bolts electrified themselves,sending the electricity along her skin and beyond.

Vincent softly panted,pulling the level back up as it stopped.

"My love?" He approached her,caressing her cheek with his hand,getting it slightly bloody from his fingers.

No respond.

His eyes shifted,feeling his breath shaky.

"Please,my angel,wake up."

He muttered softly and gripped at her ripped clothing,trying to stop himself from crying.

Vincent pulled himself away,still his hands and his lab coat covered in blood,gazing over to the ripped apart body of Clara's.

He lifted her body up,only to hear a groan from the back.

His almost white eyes went wide,leaving the blonde's body hit the floor as he turned around.

Her body rose from the table,eyes wide as if she was finally awaken,sitting still in her place.

Her hair was electrified,as natural from the electricity going through her body.

It worked.

It really did work.

His smile reached upon his ears,seeing the woman he loves,finally alive again.

He approached her and hugged her carefully,exhaling with a smile.

"My love,oh my love." He breathed out his almost trembling lips,as his bloody hands roamed along her back to keep her close,pressing his lips against her still ones."How do you feel being born again?Especially in this day?"

He helped her get up and stand on her feet though she wasn't used to her weight after her body had stopped working for sometime.

They found themselves inside their apartment,having her head rest on his torso as he held her close,dancing along the music.

She was emotionless.

Eyes wide and fogged from not being fully alive.

Everything was working in her body in slow motion,as she was basically limb in his arms.

But he didn't care.

She was alive,and that was all that mattered to him.

She was awake,breathing,her heart was beating.

For him,it was a huge success,and maybe next time he will succeed at an even more next level.

For that perfect woman,he doesn't want to lose,he will make sure she will be in his arms,forever and ever.

Until death do them apart.