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p13- the fantastic vampiric life of vilbur soot

This is a story I am VERY passionate about. I love supernaturals like vampires and werewolves and such, so making this was AMAZING! This will be pretty angsty, and very Vilbur centered. But you do get lots of fluff at the end 🤭 I know y'all are horny fucks and all, but please read this for me. It's still sootcest, cause this is a L'manbur x Vilbur. It just takes a while to get there but PLEASEEE IM SO PROUD OF THIS

(Also, I'm so sorry to all you vampire / supernatural creatures fans if I write something in this wrong. Please let me know if I do :[ )
I am also aware that I probably haven't written Vilbur very well in this cause he kind of enjoys being a vampire one moment then the other he hates it so sorry about that
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Vilbur doesn't remember becoming a vampire. He should, he really should, but after he recovered from the vampiric coma, he remembered nothing. It was peculiar, but part of Vil was very relieved about that. He didn't want to remember the day that his life fell apart before him. This curse, this virus, was cruel and he had no pride about being a vampire, unlike many others of his kind. There were days, yes, that Vilbur felt particularly cool, but those were short-lived. Taking the lives of innocent people was no fun. Maybe it was amusing to Vilbur while committing the act, it entertained his cold, sadistic heart, but in the aftermath, he felt nothing but guilt. It enveloped him like a heavy blanket as he would stare at the body of yet another innocent victim.

And here he was again.

Every night, Vilbur would go on a "walk". Said it was good for his health. And hell yeah it was. It kept him alive. There was nothing that could compare to the pleasure he felt when the metallic taste filled his mouth.

"L'manbur!"
No response.
"L'manbur?!"
Vilbur sighed. He never heard him.
"L'MANBUR?!"
The brunette stuck his head out the ajar door.

Third times the charm.

"Hm?"
There he was. Vilbur smiled to himself (without his teeth) when he saw the man he loved the most's pretty face and his pretty eyes and his pretty lips and his... pretty chest... and his rock hard abs... and his...

Okay, calm down, Vilbur.

He loved the way his hair fell into his face, and the way he worked so hard...

"I'm just going out for my walk, m'kay?" Vilbur said.
L'manbur nodded approvingly.
"Of course! Just be quick. I don't like having you out at this time of night, I know you're unpredictable."

Vil rolled his eyes and nodded.

He stepped outside, shutting the door behind him and grinning (with his teeth out) when he saw the beautiful yellow crescent moon greeting him.

"Here I am, baby!"

Vilbur may have hated killing, but there was still an unmistakable excitement that accompanied the pit of dread in his stomach. He was a bit twisted like that.

The cold night air wrapped around him like a ghoul as he scanned the inky shadows casting over the lonesome street. He took a few steps forward, taking it all in.

Clasping his hands together, Vilbur said to himself barely above a whisper,

"Well, then. Let's begin."

He lit himself a cigarette and started striding away from their home and down the darkened street. It was probably about midnight, which was perfect.
Absolutely perfect.

He searched for a potential victim, taking note of the deep river flowing beneath him as he crossed the bridge connecting the houses.

Out of the murky dark, he spotted a man, his body illuminated by a streetlight. Vilbur did plan on targeting him, even baring his teeth and getting ready to kill him- but he slunk back into the gloom when he spotted the man's small dog.