Waverly POV
When we arrived at the Gardner mansion, we carried the coffin to the basement leaving it there for later as Petra told us. We headed up the stairs to find the party in full swing, Jeremy had headed off to find Ebbe and Nicole and I grabbed a glass of champagne. "How long has that slinky little number been hiding at the back of your closet?" I asked linking are arms together and taking a sip of my drink.
"Well, I was saving it for our one-year anniversary, but... this is so much more important." Nicole replied as we walked together to a space.
"This is royal wedding level. And we're here... together, for now." I said taking her hand and moving so I was facing her.
"I love you, Waverly Earp, and nothing will ever tear us apart. But, if it has to be something,
at least it's hot European vampires." Nicole said sweetly.
"Totally. But I don't think I can watch you get eaten. Be a victim." I said.
"I've never been a victim. I'm a survivor. No, I'm the survivor." She said, which I was confused with.
"Please enjoy yourselves this evening. One way or another, it will be your last. You may not realise it but this place you call home is special. Haunted, yes. But also blessed. It is a tragedy that this triangle has been wasted on you ranch dressing, smothering masses of flesh. Though we appreciate the obvious efforts you've made to fatten yourselves up." One of the male vampires explained.
"Do you think he's nearly finished? My spanx are riding up." I said.
"The good news is... he will return to save this place. And we are here to watch him do so." The vampire finished as Jeremy walked up to us. "Ooh! You went bowtie!"
"You gotta rock out with your knot out. Hey, where's Wynonna? I kinda promised Ebbe
that I knew her." He asked looking over his shoulder. "Hey!"
"Oh, so cute!" I said.
"Yeah." Nicole agreed.
"I think we're getting to first base tonight." He said. We chatted a little while before the vampire who spoke before interrupted again.
"It is time. Everyone who is a descendant of the original Purgatory families those who lived in terror under Bulshar when he was Sheriff Clootie and then stood by as Wyatt Earp and Robert Svane shot and entombed him - please make your way into the VIP area." The vampire explained and a few people headed towards the VIP area.
"What do I do? I'm not really an Earp." I said.
"So? They don't know that." Nicole said.
"Hey! Could I pass for an Earp?" Jeremy asked us.
"Probably not." Nicole and I both said together.
"VIPs will be offered up to Bulshar himself, as a tribute. For him to do with what he may. The rest of you are for us... to eat." The vampire finished explaining.
We heard a crash and Wynonna crashed through the window interrupting the Vampire. She said. "I'll tell you what you can eat. A dick."
"I beg your pardon?" The vampire asked.
"You heard what I said. Don't make me say it again. Please." Wynonna replied.
"Darling, how do you expect to defeat Bulshar when you can't even resist us?"
"Hold that thought, Vengabus. Waverly, who's your favourite vampire?" Wynonna asked me.
"I gotta go with Petra." I relied moving to her and linking arms with her.
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Wayhaught Love
RomanceA love story about Waverly and Nicole. Some ideas are from Wynonna Earp and some are from other stories I have read but I have made them my own. This their life story.
