Your parents always disliked Morte, all because she was a vampire. They always said she was going to kill you someday, that she’s going to be the reason you die young. Yet, here you are, after three years of your marriage with her, she has never shown any intention to harm you…unless you wanted her to.

It was October, you’re driving home from work, your very tired as you turn to drive through the neighborhood and pull into the driveway.

You open the door and step inside the house, the aroma of freshly cooked food fills the entire house, you see your wife humming and putting up decorations

She hears you walk inside and walks over to you, giving you a big hug and a few kisses, she seems excited.

“Welcome home, my darling~!” She grins, and you can see her sharp fangs peaking through “I’ve been decorating while you were away, I’m going to do the outside of the house tomorrow! Oh, and I also cooked dinner!”

Yup. She was very happy to see you, and it was her favorite time of the year is approaching: Halloween. Ironic huh?

She gently grabs your hand and lead you to the kitchen, making you a plate

“Eat up, my love, don’t want you going to bed hungry do we?”