Warmth of the Sun

Chapter 1

*Warning: Suggestive Themes ahead*

Shoot, Shoot, Shoot Shoot!

Viago was in bat form zooming through the night sky trying to reach his home but he feared that he might not make it in time because he noticed that the night sky was beginning to become lighter and lighter by the minute. The pitch-black sky full of countless stars was slowly becoming a dark shade of blue that was only getting lighter, causing the stars to dim along with it.

The vampire had decided to go out hunting alone for a change, leaving his two flatmates, Vladislav and Deacon at home, who already had their fill of blood. They did offer to come with him to keep him company, worrying for his well-being since there was an uprise of vampire hunters in Wellington as of late, but he turned down their kind offer, telling him that he was more than capable of protecting himself. He would also like to have some time alone for a change, wanting to take a calm night stroll after hunting for his meal, forgetting that he missed making time to stroll around Wellington to clear his mind. However, he found that he lost track of time from all the strolling he was doing. It was just about daybreak and the sun would be up any minute. And from the looks of it, he feared that he wouldn't make it to the safety and security of his house.

Viago's wings pound against the wind, flapping as hard as he can, his tiny beaty eyes full of panic when he realizes that he is several miles away from home, causing him to flap faster than ever. He needed to get home. The sky was lighter and lighter with every flap of his tired wings. Any minute now the sun will be up and he's not even halfway to his home.

I have to make it, He thought gliding through the wind before he continued flapping. Just need to-

The vampire bat let out a hiss in pain when the first few rays of the sun broke through the sky causing him to free-fall through the air for a second before he began to flap once more, catching himself from falling. Viago turned his head in horror, seeing that the sun was beginning to rise, rearing its firey head through the horizon. Not only that but his back and wings were smoking, tiny embers of fire dancing up and down his form, able to feel his skin sizzle, shooting pain through his back and wings. He quickly took in his surroundings and saw a cluster of trees below him in his field of vision. Their leaves were thick enough to produce enough shade for him to hide from the sun, long enough to think of a plan at least. Without wasting a second he stopped his flapping and made a b line for the trees, shooting through their leaves and branches, taking human form as he landed.

Once he landed he fell to his knees, huddling into the shade, hugging his arms together hissing from the pain of the sun's harsh rays, and smoke seeping from under his clothing. He looked down at himself with a frown, his two canines poking through his lips as he scanned his form. He wasn't able to see his arms due to his puffy white linen shirt but he could feel burn marks beginning to blister up and down his arms. He could, however, see his hands and noticed a few dark burn marks and blisters that were slowly beginning to heal but not as fast as he wanted. He takes in a breath beginning to lean into a tree for shelter, looking up into the sky that was now not only a lighter shade of blue but there were also beginning to form vibrant hues of orange and purple that even he couldn't deny were beautiful. Even if it was meant to be the color of death for his kind.

One thing that he missed before becoming a vampire was the sunrises and the sunsets. He remembered a time when he would wake up before dusk just so that he could watch the sky dance with vibrant colors as the sun came to claim the day. He also missed the soft heat that the sun used to give off, finding that vampirism makes one extremely cold on account of being undead. He's long since gotten used to the cold by now but every now and then he finds that he missed being able to walk in the daytime. The gentle warmth of the sun's rays is something that Viago still longed for. But he knows that the sun can never be for him anymore. Its loving warmth was now a hatred-filled scorch upon his skin, reminding him that he was now a creature of the night.