@lucywrites --- based on this plot
Halloween was the most comforting holiday for Natasha. One day and night out of all three hundred and sixty-five of them, she could roam outside and not have anyone be suspicious of her. No one could comment on her pale skin, the dilation of her eyes, and most importantly---her fangs. It was like Christmas for humans, nothing could go wrong. So when one of the men from work decided to throw a Halloween party costumes and all, Natasha knew exactly how she would spend her night.
The cheap and wacky costumes of her coworkers, their friends, and anyone else invited were laughable, and the vampire chuckled at a few tacky ones as she entered the home. Rubber werewolf masks, terrible Dracula impersonations, and devil pitchforks were only some of the spooky paraphernalia she encountered. Halloween classics blasted from Bluetooth stereos and Natasha began to make her rounds to greet the ones she knew. Stereotypically, she went as a vampire so she wouldn’t have to do much. She kept her eyes dilated to look like colored contacts, slid her fangs out to represent the extremely realisitic ones people could buy from Party City, and matted red liquid against her mouth, chin, and fingertips to look like dried blood.
She received a few squeaks and gasps of shock before she was identified, and Natasha couldn’t help but enjoy the attention, even in false context. It was better than being berated to leave or shouts of terror for being what she was. After accepting the compliments for a stellar costume, she allowed herself to float by the refreshments, silently hoping someone had already spiked the punch.
