The Wellington Supernatural Summit and Team Building Retreat

Chapter 8 - Ambush in the Bush

If anyone had ever told Viago that he would have been so charmed by a werewolf, he wouldn't have believed it. But Anton's attention was proving to be intoxicating. For a creature of three hundred and seventy-five years old, new experiences were hard to come by.

Which is why vampire and werewolf made out in the middle of the rustic cabin for a good long while.

Every time Viago tried to pull back, Anton would look at him with adoring puppy dog eyes he was quickly developing a weakness to.

Despite his obvious interest, Anton was proving to be patient with Viago and didn't try a second time to take things further.

Eventually, as it had so many times already, the sun got in the way of things. Viago had just gotten up the courage to tug up a little at Anton's shirt to touch the skin at his hip when he felt the familiar skin-crawling sensation of imminent sunrise.

"I think..." said Viago between kisses, "...you need to tuck me in now."

Anton allowed a hopeful look to spark on his face before he realized it wasn't an invitation to something more. "All right. Go on, then, give the bed a spin."

Viago shimmied awkwardly under the bed with Anton holding his hand to keep him stable. He could tell immediately that it was considerably more light-tight than it was before. It was also very clean and still smelled faintly of vinegar. The fur rug was a nice touch, and felt warm and welcoming.

"Oh, it is very nice. Thank you, Anton. I feel much safer."

Anton kept hold of his hand. "My pleasure." He kissed Viago's hand before releasing it. "Sleep well." Then he slid the little door he'd built closed.

Viago swore he caught a little wink just before the panel slid into place. Between that and the hand kiss, the vampire actually swooned a little.

—-

Viago stared at the top of the mattress long past sunrise. He could hear Anton moving on the bed above him. The werewolf was likewise restless judging by the tossing and turning and the squeaking of the mattress' ancient springs.

If Viago's friends could see him now, they would tease him for acting like a teenaged girl with a crush. But truth be told, it was sort of nice to not rush right to sex. Being a vampire was such a carnal thing. In his human life, long courtships were the norm.

And he was a romantic soul at heart.

Viago had had sex plenty of times with many different kinds of people. But he was, in vampire terms, sort of lame and overly fussy, so he wasn't his kind's first choice of a sexy eternal partner. He had accepted that - and before Anton, he'd never considered expanding his pool outside of his own kind.

It really did help that Anton seemed to be likewise a bit old-fashioned, and both willing and eager to court Viago. Despite their dire situation, it was giving the vampire happy little stomach flutters.

Eventually, sleepiness and the lack of a proper feed overtook him, and Viago fell into a deathlike sleep.

—--

"Okay, Jeremiah. Get ready..."

Anton woke Viago up before the sun had fully risen. Vampire and werewolf had a muffled conversation while still in their bunk bed arrangement. They hashed out the rough details of their plan so they wouldn't waste time once the sun had fully set.

Now, they were ready to launch their ambush

They had found a trap set up by the hunters a distance away along the river. It was a bear trap with silver tips baited with a rabbit and across from a trail camera. Their idea seemed to be that a starving supernatural would come upon the rabbit and get caught in the trap, and that movement would trigger the camera which would alert the hunters.