(The dedication is for giving me the courage I needed to start writing again. So thank you.)
It had been 9 years since, I was turned and Dream's twin was coming to visit. It turns out he too turned his boyfriend. There was a knock at the door.
"I got it!" Dream called. "Who's there?"
"Lettuce." Was all the other person said.
"Lettuce in bro, it's cold out here!" They laughed.
"Nights! Glad to see you bro!" Dream said as he opened the door and hugged someone who looks fairly similar to him, his twin I assume.
"H-heya." Someone else stuttered. "I-I'm Error, I don't d-do physical c-contact." I brought scotchies and blood to the parlor.
"Dream don't keep our guests waiting." I called.
"Come in you two." Dream beckoned them inside and they sat down. "I'd like you to meet Ink."
"Ink why don't you tell us about yourself?" Nightmare asked.
"I was born and bred in Undertown." I started. "I was both an artist and hunter, the kind who got food for the village not the kind that hunted vampires. I had come home from a hunting accident in the woods, I had managed to piss off a bear. Said bear had mauled me a little but a kick to the balls is still a kick to the balls, I came to Dream for first aid, instead I was turned. I wasn't mad about my own vampirism, but rather that he hadn't told me what he is. We had been dating for 11 months when I was turned."
"Well you seem the type my lil' bro would fall for." Nightmare said. "Welcome to the family."
"I'm not that much younger than you and I've been a vampire longer! We're twins remember?" Dream protested.
"In life, vampirism, love and death." Nightmare sighed. "It's been a long decade brother. Both of us found love as well as turn them. I wonder what happens next."
"As do I brother." Dream said wistfully. "Error what's your story?" Error told the story of a young criminal falling in love with a mysterious figure in the dead of night. Who then ran from his life of crime to find the figure he'd fallen for. When the criminal found the figure, he was covered in scrapes and bruises many of them infected. The figure nursed him back to health. The criminal lived with the figure for many months before his past caught up with him. When the figure found him he was on death's door, so the figured did the only thing he could, turn the criminal.
"And n-now I d-do not wish t-to leave his side f-for he saved m-me th-thhree times o-over." Error finshed. "F-for I h-hope I w-will b-be a-able to r-return the f-favors he h-had given t-to me."
"I don't care for favors." Nightmare told him. "I love you and that's what counts, I don't care that you don't like being touched. You are mine and I am yours."
