Nevadas Coven || Quackbur!Vampire AU

Epilogue

"Tommy, are you sure about this?" Wilbur repeated for the tenth time, chewing on his lips nervously as he stalled for time. What if he hurt him? What if he hurt his little brother? What if he didn't survive? What if speciesism rose again?

The human boy, now aged to his twenties, scoffed. His sunshine hair glittered in the moonlight, the sky in his eyes seemingly preparing for what was to come, to loose their natural blue. "Wilbur. I told you already: yes. Let's do it. I'm ready. No more questions. Fuckin' hurry it up, I'm getting impatient."

The Mistress of the now most–powerful coven inside the country sucked in unnecessary air. He glanced back to meet deep red eyes of his lover, the Mister of his Coven, that was the one that saved him so many years ago. He was the one that brought up the coven, saved many of the vampires now loyal to the name Nevadas, and lead them to victory against the Essempi Coven. His title was well deserved. "You've got this, mi amor," he assured with a small smile filled to the brim with overwhelming love and trust. "Make him one of us," was hissed in the vampiric tongue.

"About damn time!" Tommy, the only human within the coven now, had grown accustomed to the language. Many Shadows had forgotten Common or never knew it at all, and he made the brave decision to take years to adapt and learn it from the Cricket Crew, of which he joined.

"Alright, alright," the about–to–be Sire sighed out. "Take a seat, get comfortable."

"Already am, dipshit. Hurry the fuck up."

The tallest in the room sucked in a breathe, closing his eyes as he got near the neck. He prayed to the gods above that he didn't harm his younger brother before digging his teeth deep inside the skin.

"Now drink, niño bonito. Remove the blood that makes him what he is."

The brunette whom adorned a white streak of hair after his Change loosened up and began to obey. He trusted his lover and Sire, the one who went to extreme lengths to protect him and others under him, instead of throwing them all away for his own greed and success. And slowly, the boy drained of color, blinking fiercely as he began to bob his head and grip his sides. Until Wilbur drained him of most of his blood, and the human's eyes closed and he fell limp, caught by the Mister waiting in the room with them.

"You did good, Wil, he's good," the shortest comforted. Wilbur nodded, taking a cautious step back as he allowed the other to wrap his wary arms around the boy and lay him slowly on the bed. "Give him a week, he'll wake up."

It was hundreds of years later, over five hundred if Wilbur's math was accurate. Just some time ago, a void had came into him and his husband's hearts, both of them knowing they were missing something. They just couldn't find what.

Wilbur was moping, trying to find things in the stores to fill the gaps—maybe they just needed somethings to do. More dates, more traveling—anything to find out what's nagging at their brain.

"Kid! Get back here!" he heard faintly in the background, instantly causing him to stop. He put his things down, wanting to check what's going on.

Sure, the human society wasn't necessarily under Wilbur's supervision, nor every vampire, but it was essentially his town. It has been for a hundred years, since Schlatt became Mayor, therefore allowing the Mistress to allow him to excuse his curiosity and nosiness as trying to prevent any potential issues.

He heard them both running, being able to recognize that the man chasing the 'kid' was a police officer, whilst the runner seemed to be a panicked teenager. He began to sprint over when the police officer finally cornered the child, rambling about thievery and punishment for their actions.

"Officer," Wilbur spoke up. "Do we have an issue?"

The man looked up, still roughly holding the child's hand, and met the man's eyes before quickly looking down. The white streak of hair was a clear indicator of his identity, paired with the classic brown trench coat and blood–red eyes.

He was Wilbur Nevadas. Mistress of Nevadas Coven. Mistress of the city's Mayor, Mayor Schlatt. Husband to Quackity Nevadas, brother to the Blood God and son to the Angel of Death—all of which are practically worshipped, especially Wilbur's blood family.

"Mr. Nevadas! Excuse me, I'm just taking care of this stupid thief for you, don't mind me."

"Oh, but I do mind. Please let go of the child."

"Sir—!"

"Now."

The man hesitated, skipping a breath as he debated. He finally gave in, as while Wilbur may not be his boss, he does run the city—he's above his boss. Pissing him off could only fuck him over.

The young lady immediately scattered, scrambling to hide behind her savior. Wilbur dismissed the police officer, promising to take care of the issue, before turning to the girl and bending down to meet eye level.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Tallulah," she spoke hesitantly. She was shifting her feet, her soft brown curls nearly blinding Wilbur with their beauty, moving consistently as she shifted. Her chocolate brown eyes refused to meet his own red ones, fingers fidgeting with the torn sleeves.

Wilbur nodded. "Can you tell me where your parents are, Tallulah?"

She shook her head.

He frowned, brows furrowing. "Why not? Did something happen?"

"They left my on a cornerstone when I was nine."

"Oh," was all Wilbur blurted out. He instantly felt bad for asking, bringing up past memories that must be such a burden and a wonder to the girl. Has she been living on the streets since a child? "I'm sorry. Do you not have a home?"

She shook her head, hair fluttering over her eyes. "No, sir."

Wilbur smiled, offering out his hand. "Well, Tallulah, how about you stay with us? Join Nevadas Coven. We'll take good care of you."