Would you love a Monsterman? (Avdol x Polnareff)

Close encounters of the snacky kind

After the day passed in Fresno (sleeping in the boot of a car was not something Polnareff would miss once this trip was over!) Avdol yawned and stretched. Poking down the folding section of the back seat that allowed access to the front of the car, he wriggled through the gap, and sat himself in the passenger seat. Polnareff turned into a bat, fluttered to the driver's seat, and returned to humanoid form.
"You make quite the adorable bat, did you know that?" Avdol asked.
"Aww, thanks!" Polnareff grinned. He reached into the cooler on the backseat, pulled out a bottle of blood that he'd drained last night off some chipmunks, and took a hearty swig from it.
"Where to now?" Avdol said, applying his daily moisturizer.
"We'll stop at Red Bluff for snacks, then we'll stop for the night once we're past Mount Shasta." Polnareff checked Google maps, then he checked the map he always took with him whilst he was travelling, as it's what he'd used for the past 700 years, and thus he'd grown quite attached to paper maps.
"Something's odd..." Avdol muttered to himself as the car pulled out of the car park.
"What's that?" Polnareff asked, hoping that they didn't get honked at for the rest of the journey.
"We haven't seen any monsters since we've hit the road. Don't you find it odd?"
"Well, lots tend to keep to themselves. After the witch trials in the 1600s and the rise of vampire hunters in the 1800s, we all went into hiding. And whenever we do go out, we disguise ourselves. Still, it's a bit odd that none have made themselves known..."

After a few hours of driving, Red Bluff lay on the horizon. Despite being late at night, no monsters had been seen from either of the travellers. However, from out of the night air, a large neon sign was visible. It was a 24/7 convenience store, and Polnareff gave a toothy grin at the sight of it.
"Snacks ahoy, Avdol! This place is great as long as you don't eat the suspiciously old hotdogs."
Avdol cringed at the thought of this act. Humans really did puzzle him at times! The two of them walked up to the automatic doors, only for them to not open.
"What's going on?" Avdol asked.
"Ah crap, these doors are heat sensitive. They only open if you have body heat... something neither of us do." Polnareff waved his hands at the sensor, but nothing happened. The teen behind the counter wasn't even paying any attention, they were just chewing gum and staring into space.
"Let me solve this." Avdol said, pulling Red from his shoulder. A small flame sparked on top of the bird's head, and it flew up to the sensor on top of the door. The door slid open at the presence of heat, and Red quickly flew in after its master. Avdol invited Polnareff in, and he followed.
"How did it do that?!" Polnareff gasped.
"Red is a bennu bird, an Egyptian phoenix. It's natural that he can create flames."
"Aww, good birdie!" Polnareff cooed. Red hissed in response, as he didn't like being talked down to. He was much like a cat- he didn't have an owner, he had staff.

"WelcometoconvinimarthowcanIhelpyoutoday." The teenager behind the counter droned. Service staff often sound like they're dead inside, because a lifetime of being alternately yelled at by managers and customers really does kill one's ability to care about anything.
"Hi ya! We're just two normal humans off to buy some normal human snacks." Polnareff grinned. He didn't have a reflection in the shiny side of the freezer, but the clerk was paid $15 an hour, which really wasn't enough to care that there was a vampire wandering around. Anyway, he seemed friendly, and nobody would believe them if they said anything, so the clerk just kept their mouth shut.
"What on earth is this?" Avdol said with a confused expression. He was standing in front of a drinks machine, swirling around vats of red, green, blue and yellow slush.
"Oh man, you NEED to try this stuff! It's a slushie, it's fantastic!" Polnareff said. "What's your favourite colour?"
"Orange." Avdol replied.
Polnareff filled a cup with red and yellow slush, and stirred it around.
"Trust me, this stuff is mind-blowing." He grinned. Avdol took the cup, selected a few other snacks from the shelves (he didn't recognise any of them, he just picked whatever looked good) and paid. Polnareff paid for his stuff, then turned to Avdol with a grin.
"Try it!"
The mummy took a tentative sip of his drink.
"It's good! But... it doesn't taste like a real fruit."
"And that, Mon Momie, is the magic of slush drinks."
They turned to leave the shop, before realising that with no body heat, the door wouldn't open. To this day, the clerk behind the counter still loves to tell the story of the two weird guys that came into the store, walked straight into the automatic door, and then waved what appeared to be a dead bird at the sensor until the door opened.

After sticking some newly-bought duct tape over the bumper sticker, Polnareff drove on until Mount Shasta rose overhead like a gigantic monolith. He parked in a little overnight car park next to it, and gazed up at the mountain.
"Let's stop here for the night. It's so pretty..." the vampire smiled. He turned to Avdol, who had gone as stiff as a board.
"What's wrong, Momo?"
"My fortune teller's instincts are telling me that something is very wrong here..." the mummy replied. His pupils were like tiny pinpricks, and even Red had all his feathers standing on end.
"Holy crap, you look like you've seen a ghost!" Polnareff laughed. Avdol extended an arm, and pointed with one trembling finger to something in front of them. Jean Pierre turned his head, and let out a scream as he did so.
There, in front of them, was a young man with long blonde hair, a school-uniform style outfit covered in badges, and a nose ring. That wasn't the scary part however.
The scary part was that he was glowing, and hovering off the ground.

"IS THAT AN ALIEN?!" Avdol screamed, hugging Polnareff close.
"I DON'T WANNA GET THE PROBE!!!" Polnareff screamed back. Red squawked and hid in the glovebox as the alien hovered closer and closer to them, until he was sitting on the bonnet of the car. He leaned closer, and said in a clear voice-
"Can I have your napkin please?"
"Huh?" Polnareff replied.
"I see that you have a paper napkin on your dashboard. If you're not going to eat it, can I please have it?"
"Um... ok." Avdol said, rolling down the window and handing it to the alien. He ate the napkin, and gave a happy grin.
"That was scrumptious! I'm Mikitaka, it's good to meet you."
"Are you an alien?" Polnareff asked.
"Oh yes, I'm from many, many light-years away. I love coming to Earth because despite all the horrible, deadly things you share a planet with- including each other- humans are so friendly. Like that place humans call Australia!"
"Um... ok." Avdol replied. "But why did you want our napkins?"
"Because they taste absolutely delicious to me, like the delicacies of my home planets. Oh, are you ancient Egyptian? How interesting! On my planet, there is a conspiracy theory that the ancient Egyptians built all our monuments."

Mikitaka glowed a cheerful shade of white, then looked up to the skies.
"I'm going to go for a nap now. But it was nice meeting you!"
And he glided off, back to the mountain. Avdol turned to Polnareff, and Polnareff turned to Avdol.
"Momo... perhaps we should spend the night in a motel instead?"
"Couldn't agree more." The vampire replied as he drove off.