Cover of Night |A Vampire Mumbo Fic|

The Secret is Out?

Mumbo sighed and slumped into an armchair. He felt his stomach twist. "Come on," he breathed, "I just ate."

He clenched his fists tightly and let out an annoyed groan. As the days went on, he felt himself growing hungrier by each rising moon.

Speaking of the moon, it had been growing closer each night. Every passing night, he felt himself get a strange boost of energy. He also got a boost of hunger.

He and Grian had concluded that something about the moon's approach was affecting Mumbo, and it worried them both.

They decided that they had to find answers somewhere, although they weren't sure where. Mumbo just sat in frustration, hunger gnawing at his stomach. Grian sat across from him, thinking.

"We need to find some kind of information about the moon's cycle," he said thoughtfully.

Mumbo rolled his eyes. "Wow, you really think that's what it is? How'd you guess that one, Sherlock?" he said sarcastically.

Grian crossed his arms and looked at Mumbo unamused. "You're quite temperamental today, aren't you."

"I'm sorry," Mumbo sighed, "I'm just a bit hungry." Grian nodded and rolled down his sleeve. Mumbo looked at him hesitantly.

"I don't know how healthy it is for you to lose this much blood in such a short amount of time." Grian shook his head. "It's fine, really," he replied, "I hardly even notice it."

"Still," Mumbo said, "It doesn't seem good."

"Well, it probably is bad to keep having you tear my wrist open," Grian commented. "But maybe we can just try a different spot?"

Mumbo eyed him curiously. "What did you have in mind?" he asked.

Quietly, Grian pulled the collar of his red jumper. Mumbo immediately protested. "No, Grian, that's too risky."

"It'll be fine," Grian responded, "You're worrying too much."

"You aren't worried enough!" Mumbo retorted. "You are literally playing with fire here, Grian. You don't know if I can control myself. I don't even know if I can control myself."

Part of Grian knew Mumbo was right. He was playing risky here, and giving Mumbo liberties he probably shouldn't, but every once of him wanted to believe in Mumbo.

Even if it was incredibly foolish.

"Well, it's probably safer than having you inject venom into my arm fifty times. Won't that, like, kill my arm or something?"

"I don't know," Mumbo said, "But we shouldn't be taking unnecessary risks."

"Wait, you don't know?" Grian questioned, "But you're the vampire here, shouldn't you know this?"

"Well the things I eat don't normally live, let alone go for round two later," Mumbo said plainly.

They both sat quietly for a moment, the statement weighing heavily on the room. Grian didn't want to think about the fact that Mumbo had killed things, possibly killed people.

Instead, he continued pressing. "I still think it's a better option to go for the neck," he said. Mumbo sighed.

"This isn't a good idea," he mumbled, but ultimately Mumbo gave in and agreed.

As much as Mumbo didn't like the idea of possibly hurting Grian, he could already feel himself losing his inhibitions at the idea of blood. A grim excitement began to plague his mind.

Mumbo was still very hesitant in his movements however, being cautious to not restrict Grian too much. He placed a hand on Grian's shoulder and stood behind him, quietly deciding where to begin.

Mumbo chose a spot and prepared to bite down. Before he began, he turned to Grian. "Remember, if I'm hurting you," he gestured towards the sword on Grian's hip. Grian nodded and said, "I know. But you won't hurt me."

Mumbo didn't like how much faith Grian had in him right now.

Mumbo let himself bite down, his teeth sinking into Grian's neck. Grian let out a sharp breath, his whole body jolting at the rush of pain.

A small part of Mumbo wanted to stop right then, but the rest of him kept going. He listened to Grian's racing pulse and sharp, shallow breaths. He tightened his grip on Grian's shoulder.

Grian already began to feel the strange calmness wash over him, probably from the venom rushing through his blood. His arms began to slack, and the grip he had on his sword weakened.

Mumbo was incredibly focused on everything about Grian. He felt extremely aware of everything about Grian. Every breath, every heartbeat, the way his chest moved up and down, Mumbo was lost in it.

So much so that he hardly noticed the front door opening.

Scar entered the room, holding the top hat he had given to Mumbo in his hands. "Mumbo?" Scar called, "You left your-"

Scar froze as he saw the scene before him. Mumbo looked at Scar, startled, his red eyes locking onto Scar's green ones in shock.

Scar looked between the two, his heart racing. What was going on?

Scar watched in horror as Mumbo lifted his mouth away from Grian's neck, blood dripping down his chin. Oh my stars.. Mumbo was..

Scar turned and sprinted towards the door. "Scar, wait!" Mumbo called out, beginning to rush after him. "I can explain!"

Scar stopped in front of the door. "Explain what?!" he exclaimed, "You're a vampire! Who was just eating Grian!"

"Scar-" Mumbo began, but Scar was already turning to rush out the door. "I'm getting out of h-" Scar's sentence cut off as his face slammed into the closed door.

Scar fell to the ground, unconscious. Mumbo just stared at him before sighing. "Oh, Scar," he said quietly.

Grian walked into the room, his legs shaking. He leaned on the wall for support, but quickly snapped up when he saw the scene before him.

"What happened to Scar?!" Grian exclaimed. "Did you..?

Mumbo shook his head. "No, Scar ran into the door."

"Of course he did," Grian sighed. "Well, we're going to have to figure out how to take care of this."

Mumbo responded with a tired, "Yep."