A Bloody Mess

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It had been days since Vlad had seen Dorian. The usual nights of the ancient vampire intruding on his time in the belfry had so suddenly stopped after the night at the vampire bar. It saddened Vlad to know Dorian may never come back.

Sighing softly, Vlad grabbed the notebook for his next class and shut his locker. With sluggish feet, he made his way to his mythology class. Taking his place at the back, he pulled out his journal and drew small doodles on the corner of the page he was previously writing on as the class slowly filled with students. He rested his head in his hand, wondering what Dorian could be doing right now. 

Vlad's uncle, Otis, entered the room just as the second bell rang. He scanned his eyes over the students in his class, stopping on his nephews to give him a concerned look. Ignoring his uncle's concerned glance, Vlad shut his journal and sat back in his chair and waited for Otis to start the lesson. All throughout the class, Vlad stared out the window, and Otis consistently sent the boy concerning glances.

Once the bell rang, Vlad fled the room before Otis could stop him.

What is wrong with you? He heard Otis in his mind. You're acting very strange.

Vlad sighed and pushed Otis out of his mind and trudged to lunch where Henry had as many questions as Otis did.

And it stayed that way all day. Countless questions from several people, in which they only got blank stares and disinterested grunts in response.

It was only until his last class when Vlad got the idea to read Dorian's mind.. just to.. you know, see if he's okay.. And see why he was ignoring Vlad. 

Closing his eyes, he thought of Dorian and entered the ancient vampire's mind.

Dorian paced around his room relentlessly. He couldn't rest. He hadn't slept in days, since he'd ki--NO. He shook his head. No. No thinking about Vladimir. He sighed softly, his own mind betraying him. He missed Vladimir. But he was way too afraid of his own feelings to face the Pravus again. Too afraid of being rejected, too afraid of getting attached... again.

Vlad slipped out of Dorian's mind and sighed. Dorian missed him.

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Vlad snuck out of his room and downstairs quietly. He hoped neither Otis--who'd decided to stay with Nelly tonight--nor his aunt would notice him leaving.  He grabbed his coat and a blood bag out of the freezer. 

He silently made his way out of the house, snacking on the cold blood. The night air was crisp. Vlad sighed softly and started for the belfry. Halfway through his walk, he noticed a figure behind him. Trying not to panic, Vlad quickened his pace. He tried to read the persons mind, but was greeted with a mind block and a speedier walk toward him. Then he could feel it. Counting Otis, there were four other vampires in Bathory. 

Vlad panicked internally. The person was definitely a vampire. He walked past the belfry, heading in the direction of his old house--his uncle's home. He couldn't tell, but he could have sworn the vampire started walking even faster. Vlad pulled his key to the house out and decided running the rest of the way to the house seemed a bit more smart, given that at this rate the vampire was definitely gonna catch up with him. And so he did. He ran the rest of the way. He struggled to unlock the door. The vampire creeped up behind him. Vlad, fully aware of him there, finally got the door open and ran inside, closing and locking the door behind him. 

And then he realized he fucked up.

"Evening, Vladimir." came a voice from behind.

He turned the slightest bit. "Alyssa?" was all he was able to muster before the world around him went dark.

When he awoke again, he was lying on the floor of his uncle's living room. He was very aware of a presence above him, but was too weak to open his eyes, much less move.

He felt the person--a vampire--hold their slick, wet, wrist up to his mouth. "Drink." they said. Unable to argue, Vlad did as he was told. The blood was warm and so sweet. It was intoxicatingly good. Addicting, even. The vampire pulled their arm away, and Vlad opened his eyes to see Dorian.

Too stunned to speak, Vlad simply stared at the other vampire. Dorian smiled weakly. "Let's get you home."

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The walk home was quiet. Awkward. Vlad wanted nothing more than to hug Dorian and ask him a million questions. But he supposed that was for another night. 

So they walked in silence. 

When they reached his house, Dorian turned to him. "Is your window unlocked?" Vlad nodded in response. 

Dorian picked up Vlad bridal style and levitated up to his window.

Once inside the younger vampire's room, Vlad looked at Dorian. 

"So--" Before he could speak, Dorian pressed his lips to Vlad's. Once he pulled away, he shook his head. "Shut up, Vlad."

Dorian climbed into Vlad's bed and motioned for Vlad to lie down next to him. Hesitantly, Vlad laid next to Dorian, who instantly wrapped his arms around the halfling. "Sleep," Dorian murmured. 

And soon enough, Vlad did.