The Big Vampire

Chapter 8 ~ This Means War.

    Now howling wind shook through the window. Causing the sweet kiss to abruptly end due to the crashing of the curtain. Nothing but a forced cough came from the blond, both boys dodging each other's side eyes like knives. Tony quickly shut the window, effectively blocking out the cold wind from seeping in. He picked up the fallen curtain and attempted to hang it back up, however the attempt was futile due to both the burning gaze of the vampire behind him and lack of objects around. Readjusting his posture, Tony sharply turned to the vampiric boy behind him.

    "Hang this back up for me. Please." The embarrassment and shame bubbling to the surface in his voice. Bowing his head he peaked through his hair, only to see Rudolf start chucking at him.

    "I don't need anymore reason to be embarrassed! Please just hang it back up since you can fly!"

    "Of course, now if you must know I wasn't laughing at you. Just the entire situation. It's quite comical from a different perspective." Rudolf's blue tinted fingers brush the palm of the Aryan boy. Almost caressing his palm. A shiver of pure distaste went through Tony, hating the sudden chill of the vampire's hand.

    "What's not comical is your frostbit hands, the only this place needs is a heater."

    "Why would we invest in a heater? We legitimately fly against wind like this. I'd say cold isn't as effective against our bloodless bodies."

    "Lucky for you guys, unfortunately your very human guests haven't found the ability to regulate their own temperatures." Tony grabs a blanket from the foot of his unmade bed, snapping it out to unfold it. His legs curl underneath him as he curls into the blanket and settles on the trunk. Blue eyes death stare into the red ones of the vampire. They follow him as he goes to the left of the blond. Turing his head, and soon enough his body, he looks at Rudolf to see he's grabbed a pillow. On the verge of questioning him, he opens his mouth only to be lightly hit by the plushness. Grabbing it off his face he looks at the vampire with annoyance.

    "You said you were cold, would a pillow fight warm you up? If your too chicken then just say you don't want to." The challenge brings a spark to the deep blue eyes. Suddenly, almost as quick as the question was asked, a pillow not so lightly bashes into the back of the vampire's skull. Instantly making him slump down.

    "This means war Rudolf."

A/N: ... whoops. Looks like it's been a while, I didn't realize it till I looked at the chapters. Anyways since my summer has started I think I'll try to write in this a little more. Maybe people will actually see this!

With a new name change, the author~ Strawberry_Sponge 😘