Lance groggily woke up. The sky was still dark from the night, and the moon shone above him.
Strangely, he didn't feel any pain except in his neck and teeth. Lance moved his tongue and slid it across his teeth.
Soon, his tongue started bleeding when it hit something sharp. Lance yelped and grabbed his shirt and pressed it against the cut. When he pulled it away, there was a little blood symmetrical distance apart.
This time he was more careful and felt his teeth again. His canines were very pointy and long.
"What happened to my teef?" Lance slurred, not quite used to the large fangs in his mouth. He felt his fangs with his fingers to help identity what it was.
Lance recalled what happened before he passed out. They were biting him with sharp fangs...
"Vampires?!" Lance cried. A few birds in the trees flew away, startled from his sudden outburst.
"What do I do? What would my family say about vis? Should I even go home? No, I shouldn't. Vey would probably hate me..."
Lance got up from the cold grass and held himself for comfort. He noticed there were small tears in his shirt and pants. Bloodstained his shirt because of the vampires.
He took a shaky breath and started wandering around the forest. Lance was hoping for an empty cave to take shelter in.
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After a few hours of mindlessly wandering in the dark forest, there was a cottage. Vines decorated the walls. It was a small cute cottage, probably made from the same wood from the forest trees.
Lance walked up to the door and knocked on it. There was no response, so he hit it again but louder. Once again, no response. He frantically slammed his fist on the door.
Abruptly, the door swung open, revealing an irritated teenager glaring at him. The house owner was wearing a witch hat with casual clothes. He had pale skin, raven black hair, and bright purple eyes that kept glaring at him. Lance was blushing at the witch's features.
"Hello?" The witch boy hissed.
"Er-hi." Lance awkwardly waved with a shy smile.
"Fuck off." The witch slammed the door in his face.
"Wait! I need help! Please!" Lance begged as he kept banging on the wooden door.
"What?" The witch groaned.
"Vampires bit me, and I don't know what to do or where to go!" Lance explained.
"Come in," The witch walked back into his house, Lance following after him.
There were potions, books, and random jars on shelves that went around the room. There was a somewhat kitchen with a foot long and wide cauldron on a counter. A bunch of rare plants and potions were scattered around it.
The entire living room was untidy, with piles of junk everywhere. There wasn't even an available spot to sit on the couch. A hallway was straight ahead of the door with two other doors across from each other.
"Wow, did a hurricane appear in your house?" Lance joked.
"Do you want my help or not?" The witch turned around and poked Lance's chest, glaring into his eyes.
"Jeez, I'm sorry." Lance held up his hands in defeat.
The witch rolled his eyes and walked into the kitchen, Lance still following.
He grabbed some herbs and put them into a mortar. Then the witch grabbed a pestle to grind them together. The witch mixed some water in it.
Suddenly, a green cloud of smoke poofed out of the bowl. The witch handed the mortar to Lance.
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Heart of a Vampire
Fanfic"Get back!" Lance shouted at the group of strangers. There were five of them, standing a few meters away in the shadows. The strangers ignored his command and ran at him at a blinding speed. They all were biting his limbs, through his clothes. Lance...
