Blood Red Klance

Reconciliation

Chapter 3: Reconciliation

I couldn't think of a better title shut up. This is the last chapter guys! Excitement. I've been awake for almost a whole day and I'm kinda loopy but this bitch is almost done yo! My bois are gonna be happy! My excitement knows no limits. I'm thrilled. Also Imma do art for this fic because I really love it and I got a heckin pressure sensitive pen for Christmas this year so yeah. Have fun!

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Keith sighed as he walked, for the second week, the long way to his classes. He'd been avoiding Lance and the group, and he knew it was upsetting people. But how was he supposed to tell Lance that he was a vampire and he could easily kill everyone in the room? How was he supposed to say 'hey guys, I know you're mad at me for ignoring you but actually I might have just murdered a person' when he was so scared? Lotor still hadn't come back, and it absolutely terrified him.

From somewhere behind him he heard a familiar voice call his name. Once, twice, three times. Definitely Lance, and Keith was definitely avoiding it. He tried to quickly turn a corner and lose him in the larger crowds, but Lance wasn't having it. There was a cool hand on his wrist, stopping him from moving. He didn't turn around.

"Keith, please! Please talk to me! What happened?" His voice was filled with concern and sadness. How quickly will that change, when I finally give in and tell him? What'll he do to me? He sighed. He'd known this would happen.

"Lance, why does it have to be right now?" He asked the simple question, turning to face the other boy. His face was even more gorgeous after not seeing him for two weeks. Gorgeous, and so sad. His face was scrunched in pain and worry.

"Why?" Lance said, exasperation creeping into his voice. "Because I want an explanation and I don't want you to run away from it like I know you will! That's why!"

"Lance," Keith said, in one last attempt to delay the pain that was to come. "We'll be late to class."

"I don't think one class is a big deal, I want an explanation Keith." Lance looked so frustrated and worried and pained, it hurt Keith to know he'd done it to him.

"Fine...just please don't freak out on me. I mean you can be mad, but please don't yell. I know what I did." He pulled Lance toward one of the empty classrooms.

They stood in silence for a bit, Lance sitting on a desk and Keith standing closer to the door. He heard the bell ring, telling them they were late for class. The last class of the day. Lance was right, it didn't matter.

"Keith, you're gonna need to talk sometime," Lance said quietly. "Take as long as you need, but this is happening today." There was a final note to his voice that reminded Keith exactly what was going to happen. He was going to tell Lance, Lance was going to blow up, and Keith would have to suffer for his mistakes. I should suffer for them, I should. I could've killed the guy. I avoided Lance. I gave everyone else Hell to run away from my problems, it's only fair I pay for that.

He took a deep breath to steady himself and he started. "Lance, first I just want to say I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have avoided you guys like I did, that wasn't fair. You all deserve an explanation, you the most." Lance didn't say anything, but his features softened slightly.

"I don't know what happened with Lotor. Truthfully, I barely remember it. I remember being mad, and him telling Axca to kill herself...remember how upset you were. I just snapped. Not that what I did was okay, I don't even know if he's okay--"

"He is, he got out of the hospital last week sometime."

"Oh, that's so good. I was worried. I never wanted to hurt him, he just crossed a few too many lines and just, just, just y'know."

"Yeah, but what about the fangs and sucking blood shit?"

"I'm a vampire. I usually take a little here and there, but I never kill or turn others and I could have very easily with Lotor. So, yeah," he finished lamely. "There's that."

"So...you're a vampire. That lives off of blood. And doesn't burn in the sun?" Lance questioned, hopping off the desk and moving to stand in front of Keith. He was doing the flirty, get in your space thing again. It was working.

"That's...not how it works? We just get really burnt super easily? Like, we don't turn into ashes."

"Oh, okay. That makes sense."

"Yeah."

Lance frowned, lost in thought. He surprised Keith as he quickly started to speak, "Uhm, hey Keith? Just curious, would you drink my blood? Like not to hurt me or anything, but like if you needed the blood. I'd let you, just so you know."

Keith flushed, even though he knew Lance was completely oblivious to what he was implying. He's basically telling me he'd be my boyfriend and he doesn't know. I suppose it doesn't count then? Why would he let me drink his blood? That's so stupid. Why would you say that to a creature that drinks blood to live, knowing the implications or not. I'm so dead. I have such a big crush. I don't think I've ever felt so many emotions.

"Sorry," Lance said quickly, probably having figured out what he just implied at figuring he'd gone too far (that is, if Keith knew him the way he thought he did.)

Before he knew it, Keith had his hand on Lance's cheek. He was barely even listening to the apology, which abruptly stopped as Keith got closer.

"Hey Lance?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you?"

Lance didn't answer until they stopped kissing, "Yes, fuck yes. Anytime you want."

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It's done...oh my heck it's done. Happy Holidays. I hope this was satisfying. My hurting heart is healed. Night/morning/mid-day guys. Have them. Just...have a day. Bye.