Adore // Oneshots

Not Today (Joshler)

CATEGORY: Halloween, fluff
FEATURING: vampire!Tyler and friendly!Josh
TRIGGER WARNINGS: BLOOD (because of vampires)
PROMPT: Tyler is a vampire at a bar, looking for a victim, and he finds Josh.
WORD COUNT: Approximately 740 (short)

Tyler Joseph sits on a stool at the bar counter. He's been here for almost an hour, but he's only had one drink, and that's more so the barkeep will leave him to his own devices. Instead, Tyler smokes the occasional cigarette, and watches the other people in the bar.

Tyler is a vampire, has been since he was turned in the 1950's. He's here at the bar tonight to find someone to drink blood from.

It's crude, and Tyler has always found it so. But it must be done.

There aren't too many vampires in the world, only about 2,000. Tyler only knows two other vampires personally--Brendon Urie, who was turned sometime in the 1800s, and Dallon Weekes, whom Brendon turned not long after being turned himself. Tyler's never turned anybody--the process is long and painful, and requires the mixing of human blood and vampire blood.

Tyler hangs out with Brendon and Dallon now and then, though he's not particularly a fan of either. Brendon is too loud and boisterous for his taste, and Dallon is so quiet that it's hard to talk to him.

Unlike his so-called friends, Tyler is selective about the humans he drinks blood from. When a vampire drinks the blood of a human, their victims almost always die, so Tyler chooses to drink from people who he feels could deserve it. He's drank the blood of a lot of homophobes, whores, and general assholes. He doesn't like killing people, but he feels that if he's going to do it, he may as well leave the nice people alone.

Tyler hasn't had any blood in about a week, and he's starting to feel that old primal urge, the need for blood. So he sits there, in the bar, watching the people there and looking for a possible victim.

He glances over the crowds of people, half-thinking. Nobody here so far seems to stand out from the others, in a bad way. Or a good way, for that matter. Perhaps he should get up and go try to mingle among the patrons.

Before Tyler can do this, however, someone sits next to him at the bar, capturing Tyler's attention for a moment. He has red hair, dyed, but not firetruck red; more like blood, something Tyler sees way too much of. He wears a black jacket over a red shirt, black skinny jeans, and black shoes. In fact, he looks more like a vampire than Tyler does. The undead boy wears a plain button-up, skinny jeans, and black vans, in order to blend in.

"Hey," the stranger says simply.

Tyler lights another cigarette, and thinks briefly that no matter how much he smokes, it will never kill him. "Hey."

If the stranger is at all put off by Tyler's smoking, he doesn't show it. "Can I order you a drink?"

Tyler sizes up the stranger a bit. He doesn't seem particularly good or bad, but sometimes it's hard to tell when you first meet someone. Seeing as he hasn't found anyone he's entirely willing to drain the blood of yet, he'll try this stranger. "Yes, thank you."

The stranger orders two generic drinks, one for Tyler and one for himself. While the barkeep tends to his order, the stranger glances to Tyler. He has dark brown eyes. "Can I get a name?"

Normally, Tyler wouldn't tell a victim his real name. Something about this one, though, feels a little different. He refuses to believe that he has any attraction towards him. "Tyler."

The stranger smiles. "Josh."

The two get to talking, and soon warm up to each other, soon getting to their interests and hobbies. Tyler has been a vampire for a very long time, and so has had loads of time for hobbies. He's taken up painting, raising rabbits, gardening, basketball, the ukulele, and several other things over the years. His most recent hobby is music, of any kind, and as it turns out, Josh is a drummer. The two of them bond over their tastes in music, as well.

Before Tyler knows it, the bar is closing for the night. He starts to feel panicky; he hasn't decided whether or not he's going to drink this stranger's blood. If he is, he's going to have to work it out quick. 

As he and Josh leave the bar, Tyler's mind scrambles to make a choice. Should he follow Josh home, attack him? Or should he ask him out? He's not been on a date in at least thirty years. Would Josh even say yes?

Before Tyler can say a word, Josh speaks. "It was really nice to meet you, Tyler. Would you maybe like to...do something with me this weekend?"

And with that, Tyler realizes Josh has just made his decision for him. 

"Yes. I really would."