A Bloody Mess

Flirting?

Vlad opens his eyes and groans quietly. He blinks a couple of times, looking around. Wait. This isn't home.

The raven-haired teen sits up, taking in the place he was in: black carpet, black walls, gold decor. He was in a queen sized bed, which had a small end table on each side. And that's when he noticed there was someone lying next to him.

Dorian.

Vlad looked over at the cat-like vampire. Dorian grinned, "Problem, Vladimir?" Dorian was wearing the same attire as before—a white dress shirt (which was now halfway unbuttoned) and black pants. But his hair was in a mess, and Vlad oddly wanted to run his fingers through it, and feel how soft it was.

The vampire sat up and cupped Vlad's chin with his hand. "How are you feeling? I didn't mean to take as much blood from you that I had."

"I'm fine. . . How long have I been here."

"A few hours, give or take. You still have a while until your family is awake." Dorian purred.

Vlad blinked. Was. . . Dorian, the ancient vampire, flirting with him? No. He couldn't be. He just thought of Vlad as a friend, and that's why he's wanting to spend more time with him. Yeah, right. Vlad thought.

Dorian tilted his head. "Well?"

"Sure, whatever. But I have to be back before they wake up."

"Great." the copper haired vampire smirked.

Vlad had a feeling he was going to regret doing this.

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Dorian dragged the halfling out of his house. Okay, not dragged, the boy wanted to come. He glanced back at Vladimir to see if the boy was still following him and grinned. Vlad just looked so. . . Ah, whatever. Dorian just knew that Vlad certainly made him ravenous—in two different ways.

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Author's Note:
Hey hey! I'm trying desperately to keep up with this honestly. If you haven't read my other story and blah, I run out of interest/ideas pretty easily. But idk, I really love this ship so much, I might actually finish it. Who knows. Anyways. Please leave me feedback! Thank you!~
-Mare