Keith was the first to wake up. Sadly, the witch remembered everything that occurred that night, primarily kissing Lance repeatedly.
The witch was upset at his drunk self for saying that he still loved him. Keith was supposed to be furious at Lance, not fall in love with him again.
They were still holding each other secure in their arms. Keith didn't have it in him to let go, but he had to work on a different spell, still annoyed at the last one. He quietly got out of bed and got to work.
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Shortly after, Lance woke up from the lack of warmth. He groggily got up and left the bedroom, terrified by the consequences.
When Lance turned the corner, Keith's eyes were closed, chanting a spell in a long-forgotten language. The vampire noticed black lipstick on his lips.
Blush spread across his face, shocked by how good Keith looked with emo lipstick. A snort escaped Lance's mouth, catching the witch's attention.
"Oh my god, this is incredible! Why have you never told me you wear emo makeup! I need a photo of this!" Laughter exploded from Lance's throat.
The witch realized how much he loved and missed Lance's laugh. It could light up an entire room alone. It also lit up Keith's world.
Keith grinned at the vampire before he broke into a fit of snickers. Lance, too, realized how much he missed Keith's laugh.
The laughter died down as they stared into each other's eyes. They both couldn't stop smiling.
"So, what's with the makeup?" Lance awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.
"Oh, right, it helps me be able to talk backward." Keith's smiled faded as he rubbed his arm while looking down.
"Cool. You're cool. Er-that's cool!" Lance stammered.
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Lance finished his glass of Horse Blood, though he was still hungry, or should I say, thirsty.
Keith was working on the potion that keeps infuriating him. It felt like every day, the witch would break something because the brew wasn't working how it should.
Quietly, as to not disturb Keith, Lance tapped his shoulder. Immediately, the witch grasped his wrist.
The vampire hissed in pain from the burning sensation on his arm. Keith quickly let go, guilty for what he had done.
"Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!" Lance clutched his wrist and blew on it, hoping to rid of the pain.
"I-I er-what do you want?"
"I just wanted some more blood. I am still hungry and-"
Before Lance could finish, Keith snatched the glass from his hand. He then grabbed a different jar of Bird Blood and gave it back to him.
"...Thanks, Keith." Lance sighed as he walked back and sat down on his chair.
"Lance, I'm so sorry for yelling at you. This potion is GOD DAMN annoying! Uh, sorry... again." Keith awkwardly rubbed his arm.
"What even is it?" Lance asked before he chugged the jar until it was empty.
"None of your business." Keith huffed as he went to the cabinets and looked for something."The first minute, you apologize, and the next, you push me away." Lance furrowed his brows at the witch. Then he put the empty jar on the counter. Keith sighed but didn't give him a verbal response.
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Heart of a Vampire
Fanfiction"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...
