A Bloody Mess

Truly Something

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Vlad woke next to a sleeping Dorian. The vampire was snuggled into Vlad's side, snoring softly. He still wore his prim and proper black dress pants and white button-up shirt. Vlad smiled a little at the sight.

He rose, careful to not wake Dorian, and made his way into the kitchen. On the counter sat a plate of pancakes and a blood-syrup mix bottle with a note on the side. "Otis and I went shopping, here's some breakfast. Love, Nelly (and Otis)"

Vlad sighed and put the pancakes in the microwave, not hungry enough to actually eat. An arm around his waist caused him to freeze and turn around. Dorian stood without a shirt and wearing a pair of Vlad's sweatpants. The ancient vampire grinned. He twirled Vlad around, then pulled the goth boy against him. Vlad gasped, and Dorian's grin widened.

"You know, I missed you," Dorian rested his forehead against the younger one's. This brought a small smile to Vlad's pale face. "I missed you, too," he murmured quietly. He paused, then pulled away from Dorian, his smile dropping. "But that doesn't excuse you leaving me in the dark for so long. You just- You just... You left." Vlad finally stammered out, cursing himself mentally for stumbling over his words so stupidly. He wrapped his skinny arms around himself protectively, trying to keep his voice steady. "You don't get to pick and choose when to be my friend or not, Dorian. Either you're here or you're not."

"Vladimir."

"You can't just... do that..."

"Vladimir..."

By now, the raven-haired boy had started crying. Dorian didn't miss a beat. He wrapped his arms around Vlad, pulling the boys head to his chest. The ancient vampire sighed softly. "I'm not going to leave again, okay? But when I ask you to drop a subject, please do so." Vlad nodded numbly. He had no clue why he felt so strongly about Dorian leaving. But man, he was sure glad the vamp decided to come back.

Not wanting to push the subject even further, Vlad rubbed the spot on his head where he must've gotten hit, and winced. "So, what exactly happened last night?"

Dorian pressed his lips together. "Alyssa decided to pay you a visit. Needless to say, it didn't go well, but..." he smiled, flashing his teeth at the younger vampire. "I took care of it. Although, Alyssa did get away."

Vlad escaped from Dorian's grip. "There's, uhm, something I have to tell you." he said quietly, resulting in a concerned glance from Dorian. Vlad sighed. "Alyssa knows I'm the Pravus. I'm pretty sure that's why she tried to come after me last night." he mumbled. Dorian cursed under his breath. He grabbed the pancakes from out of the microwave and poured the blood-syrup mixture on top of them. Grabbing a fork, he cut into the sweet breakfast food. Before he took a bite, he paused.

"Tell Otis. He needs to know. Don't explain, just tell him that you happened to encounter an angry blonde vampire, and then woke up in his house in pain right after. Unfortunately you'll have to admit you snuck out, but. . ." he took a bite of food. "He will keep you safe."

Vlad blinked in shock. "You're not gonna help me?"

"I can't even be around you, Vladimir..." Dorian sighed.

"Oh. Right. I forgot." Vlad murmured. He bit his lip thoughtfully. He genuinely didn't want to tell Otis about the freakish vampire, but he figured Dorian was right and it was for the best. Although Otis was very much going to be skeptical. It's hard to explain that you think someone is out to get you without having hard, cold proof. Then again, it seems everything Vlad has a hunch about comes true in some sort of way.

Dorian sat the pancake plate in the sink, finishing the last of the food. "Let's go upstairs and cuddle. We'll discuss more about your intervention up there before your aunt and uncle get home and I have to leave." he said firmly. Vlad nodded, exhaling the breath he didn't know he was holding.

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Dorian was gone. Nelly and Otis stayed in the kitchen, putting up groceries. And Vlad? Vlad was pacing back and forth in his bedroom, thinking about all the ways the talk with Otis might go. There were so many things Otis might say or do. Vlad hoped the least he'd receive would be a lecture.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to his room and stood at the top of the stairs. Struggling to make his way downstairs, he gripped the rail, his knuckles white from pressure. At the last minute, he decided to simply call Otis upstairs telepathically. Retreating back to his bedroom, leaving the door wide open, Vlad sat on his bed and took a deep breath. Otis? He called to his uncle. Can you come upstairs? I need to talk to you about something important. Exhaling the breath he didn't know he was holding, he put up the walls in his mind so Otis wouldn't try to pry before Vlad could ever speak to him. God help him if Otis were to find out about Dorian.

A quiet knock on his door made Vlad look up to a very concerned-looking Otis. Closing the door behind him, Otis made his way into the room and sat down on the bed in front of Vlad. "What's wrong?" Otis prompted. "Is this about what's been bothering you?"

Vlad froze. "Er... Uhm.. Yeah," he sputtered. "So.. a couple of nights ago.. I left the house for a little bit to clear my head. And, well... someone followed me. I think their name was Alyssa, and... she called me the Pravus. And threatened to kill me. And... well, she tried to kill me. But she got away—I'm more than certain she's going to come back."

Otis sat in shock, simply staring at Vlad. "Alyssa tried to kill you..."

"Uhm, yeah..." Vlad shifted uncomfortably.

"And you lived."

"Yes."

"How?"

Vlad took a deep breath. "Honestly? I don't know. I just remembered waking up in your house. There was no one there but me."

Otis sat back, sighing. "Vikas must've handled it." he muttered. Suddenly, he let out a loud curse. "I didn't think she would be interested in something as mythical as a Pravus. Shit." Otis stopped and looked at Vlad, who was visibly unsettled. "No more leaving the house at night. At least until we figure this out. Please."

Vlad just simply nodded. And with that, Otis left.

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Dorian unscrewed the cap off of the bottle of white wine he was holding. He debated on grabbing a stemmed glass, but decided against it and took a swig from the bottle. Sighing, he made his way to his bedroom and sat on the bed. He turned the tv on and flipped through channels until he found something interesting. But before he could really focus on the television, he felt a slight nudge in his mind. Dorian. Hey. Asshat. Vlad's voice erupted in his mind.

Dorian laughed. Miss me already, huh? He heard Vlad scoff. Yes, I am totally that clingy. No, ya dummy. I spoke to Otis.

Dorian sat up. He reached for the wine bottle and took another swig. And? he replied. What did he say? What did he do? Vlad sighed. He freaked the fuck out. He seemed shocked I was even alive.

It was Dorian's turn to scoff. She's not that powerful. Another swig of wine. I got her to leave, no problem.

Yeah, but you're also stronger than a lot of us. After all, you are the vampire-blood-drinker.

That made Dorian pause. He was right. Dorian had completely disregarded that fact. Maybe he should be more worried for Vlad than he originally thought. Facing Alyssa would be nothing like facing Diablo. He tipped the bottle of wine back, chugging almost half of the bottle. Looks like he was gonna have to play body guard.

Don't worry. Dorian said to Vlad. This will be fine.

He could hear the smile in Vlad's voice as the boy said, You're truly something, you know?

A/N: Longer chapter to make up for not writing in so long :) Happy new year!