Valentine

1- Crimson Red

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Water trickled down in a relentless rhythm, cascading over pale red skin and through thick black hair. Red dye tinted the water at the shower floor and silky white shampoo was scrubbed in to lock the color in at least until the next dye job.

Steam fogged the mirror and clear shower door. Suddenly, the door opened and a yelp of shock interrupts a moment of peace.
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"How many times have I told you to stop taking showers in the dark?!" His mother scolded as she washed the dishes in the sink. His father read the daily newspaper at the kitchen island.
(a fancy counter in the middle of the kitchen, you imbecile.)

The younger vampire rolls his eyes as he looks in the fridge for lamb blood. Sweet innocent things..
"You're the one who never knocks."

"And you're the one who never locks doors!"
His mother fumed but took deep breaths to keep from overreacting. While she was doing that, her son was practically under-reacting.

Kieran scoffs but doesn't say much else. His mother was clearly irritated, and the last thing he needed was to get in trouble over something so insignificant.
Before his mother can comment on his lazy attire he walks out the kitchen entry and upstairs to his room, sucking on the blood pouch as he does.

Valentine entered his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He flipped his desk chair before taking a seat and the back hit the edge of the desk.
He zoned out as he suckled on the pouch.

Come morning he would officially start his education at Monster High. With his competitiveness and insecurity, he took whatever heart landed in his cold hands.
Stealing many hearts meant changing schools once the reputation came crashing. Hopefully this one will linger...

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Morning came. More specifically, the vampire arose at the very reasonable time of 3'o clock. Either get up before the sun shines or struggle to simply step outside...

He takes a morning shower, the steamed water providing warmth a vampire will never produce. Something that made him sulk a little. But he could always use someone's body for that, then take their heart and break their spirit. Whoops.

Although Val wanted to stay in the shower longer, it wasn't smart in terms of time. He finishes up and dries off, leaving him clad in the towel with damp hair. He looks in the mirror, his muscles a privilege given by his powers.

(Vampires have a fixed weakness to silver and cannot see their reflection in silver-back-lined mirrors. Some modern mirrors don't have silver.)

He first pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and socks. His pants and white button down were next, with his black boots fastened on before his suit jacket was slipped on.

He checks himself in the mirror again, smoothing out the lapels and tugging a little on his jacket. He buttoned three, unbuttoned one then buttoned it again. Fuck.

Calm down Valentine, you're not some normie. You're a vampire, a charming one at that-

Of course, his thoughts get cut off by his mother calling his name from the kitchen. Valentine sprays some cologne and smoothens his hair. He checks for his phone in his pocket and then heads downstairs.

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"Oh Kieran, you're growing up so quickly," She wipes an invisible tear.

"Mhm." Valentine nods once and grabs a blood pouch, suckling on it as he starts walking out to the sleek black limousine.

His father was already gone to work, not like he wondered on his whereabouts. Ever.

The car-ride was smooth and quiet. Peace. Silence for the anticipation to simmer and catch you off guard...

Shit.

He snaps out of his thoughts and looks out the window to see Monster high, right in all its glory. Fortunately it was cloudy with a storm, perfect for the sensitive skin on the pale subject.

He disposed of the pouch and braces himself. The driver comes 'round to open the door, and Valentine slips out like a celebrity. Like the most important person on that campus.

He runs a hand through his hair, the shine and volume of his hair emphasized and flaunted like each strand was pure gold.
His pale skin unblemished and smooth, his eyes sharp and narrow with rubies for irises. His eyelashes were long and full, just as his eyebrows that gave his face an even more emasculated look. His jawline was sharp with a curve of skin to separate it from the rest of his neck.

He was charming with all of his features, and his appearance gave him the look of a nice guy. His manners only elevated his act.

Though he was attractive to the T, he also held a breath of authority. Intimidation. His narrow eyes could stone Medusa herself.

His amble towards the school doors felt like a traipse, but he kept the doll face and walked in like the moon demanding to be seen, admired and praised for its fullness. Valentine's beauty is like that of the moon. A privilege.

Wasn't long before ghouls crowded him. Other... Guy monsters came up, few being actual wimps given the same attention as the ghouls giving Valentine puppy eyes, or wolfish eyes. Eyes ready to devour and savor, ruin and create.

Valentine walks over to Draculaura. Her heart was so full... Yet, not full enough.

Seems she was only grabbing some things from her locker. Valentine times it right, reaching a hand out to hold the locker open when Draculaura goes to close it.

Her eyes were as bright as amethyst crystals fresh from a geode, and they were doe-like. The perfect, sweet prey...
She looks up at him, pink skin flushing pinker on her cheeks. With a snap, Valentine had a bouquet of roses. Pink roses mixed with baby's breath to keep a pastel and cute appearance.

Women love cute objects, not cute men.

Speaking of-

Clawd makes his way to Draculaura, putting his arm around her and he glances at the bouquet before looking back at Valentine.

They stared at each other for a moment. Boyfriend. His heart is innocent and pure, filled but not full... Two birds but only one stone.

Two hearts and only one chance.

Draculaura, the sweet thing stutters a bit before speaking in that sweet, softly accented voice. "Uh- Clawd this is..."

She trails off. It was then I remembered how rudely my courting was interrupted. Still, my corner lip was curved into a lopsided smirk and I introduce myself like I was bowing to a God.
"Kieran Valentine, please call me Val or Valentine."

The furball was no better than a puppy, eager to be friendly. "Clawd Wolf," He spoke with a smile and continued, "You new?"

The question was worded grammatically incorrect. Not proper for a vampire, but expected from a stupid dog-

"Yes, transferred from Belfry Prep." The vampire school.

Clawd gives an 'oh' of acknowledgment and clearly adds that to his memory. Hm. Mindful yet brainless.

Valentine refocuses on Draculaura and gives her a gentle smile. Friendly. "Would you mind taking me to Headmistress Bloodgood? I need my schedule."

Draculaura quickly nods and puts the bouquet in her locker, putting the padlock on to seal it in safe. She quickly says her goodbyes with Clawd and takes Valentine down the hall. Of course, Valentine earns stares.

Perfect, fresh start...

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Right, I'm going to bed. Update tomorrow maybe.
Thanks for anyone reading.