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“Hey Anti-Cosmo-“ you started to say but he cut you off and ignored you at the same time.
“And you, my little doll, I’m making you young again and I don’t get so much as a thank you?” he asked the old lady who now looked terribly young. You thought she had actually had turned into a doll, but her face still moved like a human, despite the perfect glass looking skin.
She didn’t say anything, but sat, quivering with fear. “I was always afraid you’d come back for me…” She told him.
“Why would you say that, you were always one of my favorites.” He frowned and leaned forward to her with a finger outstretched. As soon as his finger touched her nose, her whole face suddenly broke, cracks formed starting from her nose and all across her face. Small pieces of what looked like porcelain fell from the cracks. She shrieked in pain, and that’s when you couldn’t take it and grabbed Anti-Cosmo’s shoulder and yanked him away from her. Her face reformed to perfection when his finger lifted from her nose.
Anti-Cosmo looked at you with annoyance. “I believe I was in the middle of something.” He scowled.
“Well now you’re talking to me, because obviously you aren’t going to leave me alone anytime soon, so I want to enter in a contract with you.” You told him
His eyebrows raised. “Really?” He faced you, arms folded. “and what exactly inspired this feeling?” he asked suspiciously.
With his arms folded, this was the perfect time to catch him off guard. You snatched his wand from his hands and held it tightly away from him.
His eyes went wide as soon as he realized the wand was missing. “Wait! Give that back!!” he said and swiped at it, trying to get it back from you. You kept it out of his short arm’s reach and pushed him away with your other hand.
“You will listen to me.” You glared. He flinched and finally looked away from his wand to look you in the eye. He realized he wasn’t going to get his wand back until you spoke, so he stood up straight and pouted.
“Fine. Say what you want.” He huffed.
“First of all, drink my blood.” You told him. He narrowed his eyes at you.
“You complained so extensively about it earlier, and now it’s a demand?” he asked skeptically.
“Because earlier you took it without consent, but now it’s my choice.”
“It wouldn’t happen to be your choice because you know if I do, you would be owed a wish?” he frowned.
“That being said, the more blood you drink, the bigger the magic used for the wish, right?” you asked.
He narrowed his eyes at you before sighing with an eye roll. “Yes…”
“What are you upset about? You’re the one who shared too much.” You said and tucked the wand up your shirt into the back of your bra. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wouldn’t make it easy for him to snatch it back. “So that being said, start drinking. I have two decent sized wished.”
He glared a minute before leaning closer to bite you. You quickly took both his hands and interlocked your fingers with his. He flinched from surprised and looked at your hands, then back at your face with curious annoyance.
“So you don’t get wandering hands.” You glared. “now drink.”
“You’re lucky you’re blood actually recharges my magic faster than human blood.” He huffed and leaned in again and bit your neck. While trying to distract you from the pain, you looked around for something else to focus on. You saw the two women who were just recently being tortured by the Anti-fairy. The young woman chained down struggled to get lose, while the porcelain lady tried to untie her, but her fingers started to chip like glass from scraping at the metal.
Anti-Cosmo started to pull away after one sip, but you wrapped your arms (and his) behind his back and pulled him against your body. He flinched, looking very startled. He struggled slightly, but you held him still. “More…” you glared with a warning tone.
“I don’t like my women so bossy.” He huffed.
“And yet every women in here, you wanted to have boss you around. DRINK.” You commanded again.
He hissed angrily but obeyed and drank more blood. You started to feel lightheaded, but kept your consciousness about you. “That should be enough.” You told him but he stepped closer and pushed you against the wall, still drinking more. “Hey! I said that’s enough!” you yelled and yanked him off, but still held his hands tightly. He you shoved back into the wall, making his wand poke you in the back. “Knock it off! You owe me now, remember?!”
“Like you, I won’t obey so perfectly.” He insisted. “Now you’ve made your payments, give me my wand back!” he glared.
You pushed him away at arms length then let go of his hands. He agreeably let go of yours and held one hand out expectantly.
You slowly reached back and grabbed the wand, pulling it out of your shirt. “The first spell you cast will be my wish, got it?” you glared.
“Oh? And how will you garentee that?” he frowned.
“Because you’re not a liar. You twist your words and others, but you don’t tell flat out lies. You dodge the question a lot too. Now I repeat, You will agree to the first magic you use when you get your wand back, will be my wish.”
He sighed in exasperation. “Fine, I agree!”
You finally handed it over. He took his wand from you and saw a little blood on one of the star point. He smirked and licked it off.
“Alright, so what is this big wish you have in mind?” he asked, looking cocky again.
“Get your wand ready to grant it as soon as I’m done saying it.” You said.
“You seem confident that it’ll stump and or upset me.” He said cockily. “You drastically underestimate me. And I’m sure you won’t wish me back into a safe in the ocean, you saw the effects of last time, you’re too nice~”
You took a deep breath. It was time. “I wish that you are unable to touch or hurt me, unless it’s life saving efforts or I give permission. I wish that after every wish, spell, use of magic, your wand automatically comes to me, and that this is the only wand you can use until I die.”
His eyes went wide with shock but smoke erupted around you two and his wand was missing when the smoke cleared. Something cold was wrapped around your neck. You felt it to find a thin chain with a single black star on it. In the back where the links were was what seemed to be the handle of the wand.
“My wand!” Anti-Cosmo said with desperation and reached for you but his hand was repelled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” he said, seeming more shocked than angry.
“I’ve made myself the only possible master you could have forever.” You smiled.
“You’ve CURSED YOURSELF!” He emphasized. “WITH ME!”
“Effective.” You smirked. You reached back to the necklace’s wand handle. As soon as you closed your fist around it and pulled, the wand changed back into it’s original form. You held it out to him again. “Now I wish you’d restore those two back to their healthy normal forms.” You said, pointing to the porcelain woman and chained down woman.
He choked, seeming too stunned to do anything for a moment. Then, to your great shock, he smiled and snatched his wand away. “You cheeky little thing.” He smirked waved it for your wish. The two women were back to exactly how you found them, and the wand was back around your neck.
“As annoyed as I am that my revenge has been disturbed, I can’t help but feel a little…joyous.” He smirked at you. “Though taking my wand like that is making me a little more than annoyed.” He huffed slightly.
You were disappointed he wasn’t throwing a tantrum or anything. You were hoping for a better reaction. He seemed more satisfied than you were.
“What shall we do now little master?” he said in a mocking tone.
“You’re shockingly calm for someone who was just swindled out of their magic, and freedom.” You frowned.
“Only pure stupidity infuriates me. Being bested by someone clever…honestly brings me delight.” He smiled. “I can outlive you anyways.”
“Can you though?” you smirked back. “You can’t hurt or touch me. You’ll have to wait for someone else to off me. I can’t die of old age either.”
“Every woman around me dies. Every last one of them.” He whispered the last part, making you curious.
“For now, just take us home.” You said and removed the wand from your neck and handed it to him again.
“Ooooh~ our home?” he smirked. He took his wand from you and swung it around playfully. He waved it and you both wound up back at your penthouse. “I’m fine with the sound of that~”
“Wow, you go from ‘I can’t wait to get away and get revenge’ to ‘oh goodie we’re living together as master and slave’!” you growled and felt the wand, back around your neck.
“And you went from ‘oh you’re the worst!’ to…well, not too far off from that, but now you want to spend eternity with me~”
“You’re definitely still the worst. What I don’t get is why don’t you go find a woman of your own kind instead of constantly hunting terminal humans?” you asked.
He actually hesitated and looked away. “…I had a bride…”
You looked back at him in surprise. “w…an anti-fairy one? What happened? Divorced?”
“No no…that’s not really a…thing with us.”
“Then…what?” you asked expectantly.
He was quiet a minute before smiling again. “She died…probably the first Anti-fairy in centuries to accomplish that.”
“How?? Wooden stake?”
He actually laughed. “We’re not that alike! Besides…there’s a lot you don’t understand about the fae and Anti-Fae…”
“We’re going to be together for a long time. May as well.” You sat down.
He fluttered up and sat in midair. “Its not like you’d find my fairy counterpart anyways. Despite being an idiot he hides very well, as all fairies do, anti or not. First of all, you may or may not have noticed this, but I have a scar. I usually use magic to keep it hidden cause it’s a bit unsightly, but…” he lifted his shirt to see a bizarre star shaped scar on his stomach. “Despite being a fairy, the doctor was an imbecilic making such a massive unnecessary incision.”
“Whoa, I thought you healed fast! You didn’t have any scars from your deep sea adventure!” you said and looked at the scar closer.
“That because we are linked to our fairy counterpart’s. He didn’t have a deep sea adventure, so no scars. This scar was from an organ transplant. He took mine, I took his. While his organ was failing, mine was exceeding the use needed for an anti-fairy. It was mutually beneficial and I got out of fairy-worlds highest security prison as a bonus. But the only reason I got a scar, is because the same exact thing happened to him. Because we were inflicted the same injuries, permanent damage was done to us both.”
“So…your wife, did she die because her fairy half died too? And how?? Can’t imagine much that could cause real damage to you.”
“Care for a cautionary tale told between the Anti-fairy and fairy? It’s told as a reminder why the two Species don’t intermingle.” he smirked.
“A Fairy and an Anti, had one thing Akin
They both had same species folk, who’s lives were a sin.
So they combined their magic, mixed pure with perverse
But when the moment was done,
The trust was then none,
And they parted ways by hearse”
You blinked at him. “So…if the two species combine their magic, it can make a weapon that can kill them?”
“Basically, but there’s an anomaly…the story was they made bullets for their own enemies. They each took their share, but both shot each other at the same time. They say if one was honest, and the other shot at them, then they both would have survived. It’s only because they both planned to kill each other did they succeed. They made many bullets and only two were used. It’s said that after that, the fairies trapped us anti's to ensure their immortality. Only on Friday the 13th were some of us powerful enough to escape, but we were usually captured shortly after. Eventually we all escaped with the aid of a stupid child.”
He stepped towards your bed and laid on it, looking up at the ceiling. He held his hand out to you. “may I?”
You hesitated but gave him the wand. He waved his wand, and shadows began to form, some looking like him, another was identical women with curly hair, and the other was a tall crooked man. “ It was during on of my schemes to make the life of my species better. My wife, her fairy half, both were captured by some crackpot grade school teacher. Their capture only meant to hold them hostage, but he misaimed his bullet and hit both with the same bullet. It was pure …luck.” He said looking off into the distance as his shadows and wand vanished after acting out the scene he described. “They had no corpse’s. Unlike the rhyme, there was no hearse. No funeral. The Fairies…and the Anti-fairies. We all didn’t even know what to do…such a thing was only ever heard of in a story about not trusting one another.”
“That must have been painful. Have you mourned her properly?” you asked.
“I simply felt…no, nothing.” He looked away, rolling into his side. His wings cling to his back protectively, and his legs lifted closer to his body.
“Oh no. You’ve proven to not be the heartless monster you’ve tried to make yourself look like. You may have torture those women, but that was out of revenge. This was your wife, a being meant to live as long as you, probably the person closest to you. You’ve never really had to mourn before then, right?” you said, pulling him back to look at you. His face looked very sad and a little confused. “Why don’t we have an empty casket funeral? Maybe it’d help give you closure.”
He hesitated then his face cracked into a smiled. “I don’t need that, I need revenge. And now I know who to address my wrath to!”
“Did killing the human who killed your wife make you feel better?” you frowned, making his smile vanish. “Don’t tell me you didn’t seek revenge, not with how you’re acting now.”
“I did, but I have yet to find out how he found the bullets or even knew to look for them. Killing him was the most I could do for her. She often slowed me down anyways.”
“This is why you hunt women isn’t it?” you asked and he flinched. “You miss your wife but are constantly disappointed by the ones you come across. Let me guess, too breakable?”
“It doesn’t mater!”
“Oh yeah? What was your wife’s name?” you asked expectantly.
He hesitated a and looked away. “I-it doesn’t matter.” He said again.
“If it doesn’t matter, then just tell me. Or does it hurt too much to say her name?”
He got up from the bed and walked to the window. “I’m going for a flight.” He said as he opened the window.
“Avoiding me won’t help. I’ll still keep asking.” You said.
“Then maybe I won’t come back.” He glared.
“Without your precious wand?” you asked.
“I’ll get another one.”
“Part of my wish was this could be you one and only wand forever. So I doubt that.”
“Maybe I’ll learn to live without.”
“Good luck with your magical crashes.”
His fist clenched but he stepped into the window sill and vanished.
You decided not to worry about it for now and got busy. It was hard to find things to keep you busy since you’ve lived for so long, so lately you opted to videogames.
You sat on your couch and began to play a zombie killing game. You weren’t sure how long you played for, but eventually you heard the shutters open and bat wings flutter. You didn’t bother looking. You pretended to not notice and kept playing.
“Might I make a request?” he asked softly.
You paused the game and looked up expectantly.
“…another controller?” he asked and pointed to the one in your hand.
You rose your eyebrows but held the wand out to him. “I wish you had a matching controller.” You said as soon as he held it. In an instant, his wand was replaced with a gaming controller and he sat in the air with his legs crossed.
“So…how does this work?” he asked, trying to mimic how you held your controller.
You gave him quick short instructions and you both began to play till morning. The light hit his face first and his hissed before setting the controller down and rubbed his eyes.
“So…nice flight?” you asked as you set your own controller down.
“…Her name was Anti-Wanda.” He finally said. He reached into his coat and held a wallet out to you. You took it curiously but only found photos inside. There was pictures of him with a similarly colored woman with crooked teeth and curly blue hair. Her bright pink eyes stood out, just like Anti-Cosmo’s green eyes. She was using her feet to do odd things in some pictures, like holding a sandwich. All the pictures they were close and looked happy.
“You two look happy.” You commented with a smile.
“Id like to think so. I was always trying to make the conditions better for my kingdom and wife, but after she passed, well…I saw no reason to anymore, and just decided to hunt on my own.” He shrugged. “It was because of one of my schemes that she got caught anyways.”
“You didn’t expect anyone to be ready and waiting to catch her. Or be dumb enough to shoot his hostages. Stop blaming yourself. Besides, you have a designated food source now.” You told him. “We can go on our own adventures.”
“What about Anti-Binky?” he asked. “My revenge?”
“I don’t know about revenge, but maybe some justice is in order.” You said.
He cringed at the sound of the word “Justice”, but nodded. “That might be enough I suppose…”
You hung the girly costume in your closet, thinking you’d give it away or modify it for Halloween. Small arms wrapped around you, making you try to swat at the owner.
“Aw, you missed me!” Anti-Cosmo grinned. “I’ve repaid my debt and can now roam as I please!” he said, sounding a little too pleased with himself.
“Good for you. Now how does that ‘We’ll go our separate ways' thing sound?” you huffed.
“Aw, come now! Surely you've come to like me a little.” He poked at you with his wand.
“Knock it off! You’re more like an annoying little brother!” you said and walked from him.
“I can be big if I want to!” he said as his body morphed into the shape of an adult human male. You tried not to look impressed and went to the fridge for some blood. “See? More like a hot step-brother.” He said and winked.
You glanced back and sighed. “Fine, I’ll give you that.”
“So…you know what it’s like to have a brother I take it? Did you have one?” Anti-Cosmo asked.
You shot him a mild glare.
“Come now, I’ve been open with you, now it’s you’re turn!” he insisted.
“Fine, yes I had a brother. Lost him to Polio.” You huffed.
“Polio huh? Let’s see, the vaccine was made in 1954, so your brother passed away before then~?” he asked.
“What’s with that tone?” you glared.
“Just trying to figure out your age~ not simply ‘decades’ old are you?” he teased.
“Neither are you Mr. Centuries!” you huffed.
“Want to know a secret? I’m the youngest Anti-fairy in existence.” He stated proudly.
“What?? Are you serious?” you frowned.
“Indeed, an Anti-fairy can only be born when a fairy is born. Ever since my counterpart was born and destroyed countless cities and lives, the fairies ban themselves from having anymore children. We’re all immortal anyways so it’s not like having more offspring is too terribly important.”
“So you’ll never have kids?”
“Never.” He concluded firmly. “Even if I did want children, it’s not up to me. And my counterpart would be the last fairy alive they’d choose to have the first baby in centuries.”
“Huh…that’s sad.”
“If you knew him you’d know it’d be for the best.”
“I know you, and I can tell you certainly don’t deserve children.”
“Sticks and stones darling. Now then, it’s time to go find the one who put me in that safe.” Anti-Cosmo said and cracked his knuckles.
“You’re going to find her?” you asked eagerly.
“One turn deserves another “ he said and poofed up a spinning grindstone wheel and sharpened his wand against it for a minute.
“…I’m going with you.” You said.
He looked at you surprised. “I thought you didn’t care about me.”
“Well maybe I want to congratulate her.” You said sarcastically. “or learn her secrets.”
“Perfect, so do I. There is no way she could have known all of that information of my weaknesses just from what her grandmother knew. I never even told my doll about butterfly nets! Ooh, and maybe if she’s still alive, I’d see her too…” he grinned wickedly.
“She’d be an old lady.” You told him.
“No doubt, I’m used to that fact.” He shrugged. “I could easily make her much younger in an instant anyhow, so either way it doesn’t matter to me.” He said, swinging his wand slightly.
“That easy huh?” you asked in surprise.
“It would be easier to have an extra drink of blood.” He said, looking at you expectantly.
“No way bozo, you’re as dumb as your counterpart if you think I’d agree to that.” You folded his arms. His eye twitches at the insult.
“I need some kind of payment for you coming along to my revenge plan, it takes magic to teleport things to other places you know. Think of it as gas money.” He said and held his hand out to you.
You glared at his hand then at him again.
“Let me have some blood or you get to stay here while I go after the *beep* who locked me away.” He glared back, now looking impatient.
“Well look who got all entitled after I saved you from said safe.” You snarled. “for someone who preached about equal exchange, I haven’t received much thanks other than unwarranted touching and mocking.”
“Oh sweet summer child…” he said and your blood suddenly went cold. Not just a shivering feeling, your blood literally felt cold, as if it was freezing, slowing and hardening. Anti-Cosmo’s wand glowed with a vicious darkness. “What makes you think I owe you anything after you bit me?” he asked.
“I-if you hold you o-own b-blood in such high reg-gard…” you shivered before leaning forward and biting his arm, breaking the skin through his sleeve. The black shimmering blood escaped his flesh and tingled in your mouth, soaking his clothing.
He stared at you with amusement. “Well, you can’t deny now that we’re even. But if this is what it takes to avoid hurting your pride…” he shrugged and pulled his arm and your face closer before biting your shoulder. You grunted, unused to the sensation and started to feel light headed as your blood warmed and ran into his mouth. You started to struggle and bite harder, but he only laughed at you.
He took one last swallow before letting you go. “There now, I have my payment and you didn’t have to agree to it.” He smirked.
You let go of his arm. “That is not how deals work!!”
“You bit me, so I assumed it was fine to bite you back. What else was I supposed to assume?”
“Listen here you-“
“Magic for blood is my deal you asked for magic, so I took my payment.” He frowned and folded his arms. “You took my blood for releasing me. That made us even. Now that you’ve asked me to use my magic to help you come with me, it’s a deal.”
“Then hurry and finish up your end!” you growled, rubbing your bite mark.
“Nobody likes a whiner.” He huffed and waved his wand, making it glow darkly like it did before.
You felt your feet remove themselves from the ground and fell in a fancy old house. You stumbled from the strange Sensation of being picked up and set down magically. The house looked as though it was starting to be neglected, as if there was a single maid to do everything and wasn’t keeping up. The fact it was night didn’t help with how scary it was looking either.
“My my it has been quite some time~” Anti-Cosmo mused and began to walk around. “Looking a bit more haunted than I remember, but it no doubt belongs to my doll.”
“Does she still live here?” you frowned.
“Hmm…” Anti-Cosmo grinned and started to walk across the floor towards the stairs. He began to step upwards with a rhythmic sway and started to hum for a minute before beginning to sing.
“Places, places, get in your places~ throw on your dress and put on your doll faces…” he chimed, dancing up the stairs in a dancing manor. “Everyone, thinks that you’re perfect, please don’t let them look through the surface.”
He made it to the top of the stairs. He kept stepping to the beat of the song he sang so creepily, his voice echoing through the haunted halls. “Picture, picture, smile for the picture~ Pose with your brother, won’t you be a good SISTER?!” He yelled the last word and you heard a loud shriek echo through the house. You both could hear a set of footprint run from upstairs.
Anti-Cosmo giggled softly and motioned you to follow him. You swallowed and followed him up to a hallway with a room at the end. Inside the room, you could hear a woman crying and another comforting her. Anti-Cosmo grinned cruelly and became to sing again as he walked down the hall slowly.
“D-o-l-l h-o-u-s-e, I see things that nobody else sees. D-o-l-l h-o-u-s-e, I see things that nobody else sees.” He sang creepily before opening the door. Inside was a grown woman, comforting an old lady with hair curlers and lots of scars on her neck. They looked like bite marks, from a child sized mouth. “Hello again, my little doll.” Anti-Cosmo grinned wickedly.
The old lady whimpered at the sight of him, shrinking away and trying to hide behind the younger one.
“You…I buried you in the ocean, how are you here?!” the younger woman said.
“Ah yes, well this lovely dear freed me. We have a lot in common you see~” he said as he touched your face. You slapped his hand away.
“Knock it off you creep.” You huffed.
“I have never called you back…go away, I don’t want anything from you…” the old woman sobbed.
“Yet you send your lovely grand daughter to hunt me down and disengage my interaction with human lives?” he frowned.
“I did not send her…”
“I went on my own! Grandmother told the stories of everything awful you did! Creating worst problems than what she had before you came! You are an evil creature that doesn’t deserve life!” the younger woman yelled at him.
“She knew the price when making a deal with the devil.” Anti-Cosmo yawned. “What do you think, does granny deserves another life? I certainly think so, she used to have the most perfect porcelain face…” he said before waving his wand.
The grandma suddenly began to grow younger, but not just that, you noticed her skin began to shine and her eyes gloss over, looking more and more like a real ceramic doll.
“No! Leave her alone!! I’m the one you want!” the younger woman insisted. “I trapped you!”
“Indeed you did.” He glared and waved his wand at her. Her arms were suddenly chained down to the floor. Walls of a safe began to enclose around her, making her panic. They suddenly stopped.
Anti-Cosmo stepped closer to her. He waved away the safe wall that was in front of him so he could look her in the eye. “How did you know my weaknesses?” he glared. “You knew with too much exactness, and I never told your granny such things. Not even most fairies know as much as you did.” He glared and pointed his wand at her.
“I…I tried to Summon you.” She admitted. “Granny said you were everything opposite to Fairies, so I looked up ways to Summon fairies and…did the opposite of them. I even did it on a Friday the 13th…”
Anti-Cosmo narrowed his eyes. “Clever, but obviously you didn’t succeed.”
“Actually I did, just not in summoning you.” She said and hissed in pain as the chains around her arms tightened. You felt pity for these two women the Anti-fairy tormented and tried to think of a way to get AC off their backs.
“Who did you summon?” Anti-Cosmo hissed. “NAME THEM.”
“Ah…Anti-Binky…” she whimpered.
You almost laughed at the silly sounding name, but seeing the rage in Anti-Cosmo’s face got ride of that feeling. “He told you how to imprison me?!” he asked angrily.
“H-he said to pick a Sunday the 7th…that you’d be the most weak on that day, and to be sure I was your only target…to have the safe lined with butterfly netting and to keep your wand far from you…”
You started making mental notes of said weaknesses just in case. Especially with the plan you decided to put in place to save these two.
“I see…” Anti-Cosmo said before stepping back. “Well then, I know who to go for next. That little boil have been seeking my crown for centuries.” He huffed. The walls of the safe around the younger woman began to close in around her again.
Anti-cosmo stayed in the suite, knowing you had to come back sometime, especially since you told him you were a day out to land. You dreaded coming back to your room but found him on the computer on a social media site.
“Is there a Anti-fairy Facebook page?” you asked sarcastically.
“Anti-Fairies, as well as Fairies, are very well connected believe it or not. You just need to know the right sites to look for. And even then, only magical beings can use it, if you’re mortal you only see a blank page.” He explained, not looking up at you. “Won’t be long now.”
“Won’t be long till what?” you frowned.
“Till my wand comes to me. My subordinates are going to help bring it back here, by magic or whatever means it takes.”
“Where were your subordinates when you were in the safe?” you folded your arms.
“I go off on my own a lot, they probably assumed I was following a chosen victim.” He shrugged and turned away from the screen for a minute to face you.
“Is that how you got in that safe in the first place?” you asked expectantly.
His eye twitches slightly. “Hunting requires risk, surely you know that. They had just set up an…elaborate trap I was completely unprepared for. A descendant from one of my victims. One of the only victims I left alive. No matter, I won’t make the same mistake.” He insisted with dignity.
“Why did you let them live in the first place?” you asked curiously.
He sat quietly before picking up a pencil and started doodling on a nearby notebook. He drew a young girl with ringlets and a frilly dress. She looked almost like a sweet porcelain doll.
“My perfect little Doll…in her perfect little dollhouse...” he said fondly.
“Why did she need your help if she was perfect?” you frowned.
“Her family was so painfully flawed, she was trying to save them from their own stupid actions.” He explained. “Then one day, she decided she was done cleaning up after them, left to make her own perfect house, and sent me away. Most of the time my victims call me back, whether conscious or in their hearts, but she never did. The last I saw her was at a ball she threw. I had a lovely time.” He said, looking at the pictures longingly before starting to sketch another woman.
“Who’s that?”
“She was my date to that ball…” he sighed. “I actually might have fallen in love with her…alas, she was human and it didn’t last. I probably could have granted her my immortality but…” he sighed and set down the pencil. He glanced at the computer screen, looking for a response or message for him.
“But…?” you asked expectantly.
He sighed at your persistence, but smiled. “She slit her wrists one night. Humans have such limited mental capacities, and Misfortune follows in my wake. It was probably inevitable.”
“You couldn’t bring her back with magic?” you asked curiously.
“I am not so cruel, I let the dead stay dead. After all, there are plenty of living to choose from.” He shrugged.
He stayed by the computer for the rest of the trip to the harbor. You found a trench coat to wear that you cut the bottom off to fit him better, and hide the fact that he wasn’t wearing pants. You felt he was your responsibility and lead him to your penthouse in the busy metropolis.
“My my my, not such a fancy pants that you own your own place eh? Just a simple flat?” he teased.
“It’s the best you can get in such a place jack*beep*.” You glared. “Besides it’s not my only one, and I do have a house, just not here.”
“Boring.” He rolled his eyes and checked the phone you gave him to monitor his messages. So far there was still nothing, making him huff.
“Alright now, what is there to do around here?” he asked carelessly.
“Why don’t you go check out my closet? You’d look lovely in one of my ball gowns.” You smirked as you greeted your cat.
Anti-Cosmo rose an eyebrow. “You’re just jealous cause I probably would.” He mumbled. “I doubt you have my color.”
“Why don’t you tell me more about yourself. Like, what’s with the Anti in front of everything?”
“We are Anti-Fairy dear, we are the equal and opposite forces of the regular fairies. Spelling our names backwards to prove that doesn’t always work. For some it does, but it’s often just easier to say Anti.” He stated simply.
“What, so there’s a regular fairy version of you?”
Anti-cosmo cringed slightly. “He’s an absolute idiot. A goodie goodie nuisance to all he meets. I want nothing to do with him.”
“So if you’re opposites, and you’re the annoying one…” you smirked as he shot you a glare. “Also, if you’re an all powerful magical being, why do you need to drink human blood?”
“Mostly to prevent a magic crash.” He shrugged.
“A what?” you frowned.
“Oh dear, do I need to explain what a crash is?” he sighed.
“No I know how drugs work.”
“Not those kind of drugs!” he insisted with annoyance. “I told you I am full of magic in my veins, correct? So are Fairies. Only they can only let so much build up before exploding. So it’s just called ‘magical build up’. They use the wands and become godparents to help expel the magic as well as do, what they hope is good, by making children happy.” He said with disgust.
“And you what? Use your build-up for evil?”
“Have you not been listening? I am the equal and complete opposite power that is my fairy counterpart! Meaning, my magic regenerates when used, but it is usually at max capacity, that’s normal for an anti-fairy. That being said, when I cast a spell, it takes longer to build back up. If I use too much magic, I will run out, causing a magical crash.”
“Do you explode from mortality?” you teased.
“No.” he huffed then stayed quiet for a minute. “…I implode. It is reversible so it’s not possibly to kill us that way.”
“And you drinking blood comes into play where?”
“I’ve discovered that nothing makes ones magic regenerate faster than human blood.” He licked his lips. “ESEPCIALLY the blood of the misfortunate. Just the thought of meeting a poor soul who’s never succeeded in anything makes my mouth water! Anyways, I always use magic, for everything, so it’s convenient to have a blood supply nearby. However I doubt you’ll have the same effect, so after I get my wand back I will be bidding you a fond farewell.”
“Sounds just fine to me.” You huffed.
“So, what to do till then?” Anti-Cosmo said thoughtfully. “Go to a rave? Go night shopping? Hunt for ghosts in the park~?” he smirked and waved his fingers at you.
“How about sleep? It’s been a long exciting day and I’m exhausted.” You huffed and started getting ready for bed.
“Oh, you can sleep when you’re dead!” he whined and pulled at your sleeve.
“Why don’t you get back online and catch up on the past 15 years worth of memes?” you said and got into bed.
“Oh please, nothing could be funnier than the troll faces that say “u mad?”” he waved his hand at you.
“Oh buddy, you’ve got a lot to learn.” You smirked and went to sleep.
He stared at your sleeping form, his eyes gleaming mischievously. “Soon my sweet…so I will have my way with you, you lovely immortal thing~” He licked his lips. He then checked for messages for his lackies and found nothing. “*BEEP*.” He pouted.
In the morning, you laid on your back and Anti-Cosmo was flouting above you. You frowned at the sight of his face and turned over. “Its bad enough I’ve had to deal with you till late last night, but now you have to flout over me while I’m asleep like a creeper?” you huffed.
“What can I say? You enchant me.” He said and started walking his fingers up your back. You shivered and swatted his hand away.
“Still nothing from your people?” you asked and sat up
He sighed and leaned back. “No…which is really odd.”
“Maybe you can try again? Post something else?”
“That would make me look whiny and desperate, then more of them would be less inclined to help me.” He huffed. “Besides, I’d much rather wait and possibly get some breakfast.” He said, looking at you hungrily.
“Oh for crying out…don’t even think about it!” you glared and got up. “You want blood, you’ve got to go to the fridge for a bloodbag.” You said as you walked to the closet.
“People healthy enough to donate blood rarely have enough misfortune to satisfy me.” He pouted.
“Boo hoo, you’ll have to have your cocktails AIDS-free then.” You rolled your eyes. “And if that’s the case, my blood would be nowhere near satisfying.”
“You think living eternally alone is a blessing?” he asked with his eyebrows raised. This did stop you in your tracks.
He drifted towards you, suddenly shrinking down and sitting on your shoulder. “Come on now, you got to taste my blood! I’ve never had Vampire blood before, I’m curious!” he urged.
You hesitated dispute knowing you’d get no benefit from this exchange, as well as you know darn well you owed him nothing. Before you could decide however, a ding came from the phone on the bedside.
Anti-Cosmo zoomed to it, growing to his original size as he snatched it up and read the notification. His mouth grew to a twisted grin, his eyes shimmering with joy.
“Ah, Anti-Juandissimo, you never fail me dear friend.” He smirked.
He suddenly stood up and held up his hand. A black wand with a star at the end appeared in his blue skinned hand. His face broke into a villainous grin as he spun it around and gave it a wave. Magic erupted from it and made his old clothes appear on his body, but they were new and pristine. His monocle returned, dangling from his earlobe before swinging up to it’s place over his eye. Small silver jewelry were placed on his clothes, ear, and wing. Lastly a bowler hat flouted above his hair.
He sighed with relief and stretched slightly. “Yes…perfect. I feel whole again~”
“You look like a Magical girl transforming.” You chuckled.
He looked back at you before waving his wand at you. Suddenly, there was a flash of light, smoke surrounded you, and your clothes changed into a vampire themed Magical girl outfit. Short skirt, a cape, even little bat wings on your head. Your costume was also adorned in silver jewelry and mirrored Anti-Cosmo’s black and blue.
“There, now we match.” He smirked.
You tried to pull the skirt down to cover your legs. “What the *Beep*?!” you yelled at him.
“What? You look cute~ oh yes, I have a wish to grant, be right back.” He grinned and vanished.
You huffed in irritation and immediately started stripping the cutesie outfit off. “What an *beep*!” you whispered angrily. “I thought he was awful before the wand…”
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“So, you’re saying you work on a ship, and your boss was paid by some woman to drop a safe in the ocean?” You frowned at the man. “And…that’s significant?”
The scruffy seaman took out his phone. “Yeah, look!” He said and showed you a video of a very large safe being dropped into the ocean
“...And…?” You frowned unimpressed. “What was in it?”
“That’s the thing, she refused to say! We were paid for our silence, but I wrote down the coordinates cause I knew there was either something really good or bad in there! In the very least something of Value!”
“Why would she drop something of Value in the ocean like that?” You frowned.
“Well she certainly didn’t pay us thousands of dollars to toss nothing in the ocean.”
You thought about it for a minute. He wasn’t wrong, not one would lock trash in a safe and toss it in the ocean, it’d have to be significant. But what would they want to get rid of so badly? Maybe it’s a dead body or evidence. Either way, your curiosity was growing.
“Alright Mr…bade? How long ago was this?”
“About 15 years ago.”
You stared at him a minute. “and you only decided to come forward with this now…why?” you glared, feeling annoyed because now whatever was in the safe had time to deteriorate.
He looked a little bashful at this. “Well…I knew if I came forward boss would fire me…but I was fired last Friday so I figured…it was worth looking into now.” He said with a slight shrug.
You took a deep breath and sighed with irritation but decided it wasn’t worth getting mad over. “Fine, I’ll fund an expedition for your buried treasure, but since I’m paying for everything I get 90%.” You said.
“I only get ten percent?!”
“You’re honestly lucky to get that much. There is no guarantee there’s a profit to be made! It could just be a body disposal, then what do we get?”
“A reward from the police?” he asked hopefully.
“if that, and even if then it’d be minimal.” You frowned. “I’m doing this out of curiosity and boredom. If we find nothing, I will make your life Hell.” You assured. “I am older than I look and hate my time being wasted.”
He shivered but agreed, seeming very confident in the treasures for this endeavor. “Yeah, keep me updated! And I want to be there for the safe opening, I want to be sure I’m not being fooled!”
“Yeah yeah, get out while I make some calls.” You waved him off.
You were rich, you had connections, and you have eternity to spend, but that won’t stop you from tearing out the throat of Mr. Bade if there was nothing good or interesting in the safe. You didn’t mind your time or money being wasted if you get that much out of it, but you did make him a promise. And you kept your promises. Cross your heartless chest, you were an honest vampire.
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You easily had the voyage set up, a ship rented, a secure crew, and a plenty long enough cord to bring up the fabled Safe. A deep water submarine was attached to the boat with a robot crew, and a remote control way for it to find and guide the safe back up.
You and Mr. Bade were aboard, and although you were feeling a bit seasick, he seemed to be perfectly fine with the situation.
“haven’t been on the sea much?” he laughed at you.
“Not for years…” you huffed. Well, specifically decades but you didn’t advertise that.
You waited in the cabin for to pass the time before you were told that the ship had reached the coordinates.
You went to the room where The submarine camera footage was being recorded. You watched it get dropped into the water and descend into the darkness, shining it’s little lights around.
The sub seemed to take forever, drifting downward farther and farther till it found the floor of the ocean. It began to crawl along, searching for the man made object.
You actually started to drift to sleep before Mr. Bade jumped from his chair. “There it is!! That’s the safe!” he said with excitement.
You looked at the screen to see, sure enough, a mossy Safe that looked big enough to hide either a lot of treasure in it, or a body. “Bring it up then!” you ordered.
There was a lot of waiting involved, but no boredom as you watched the subs robot arms linking the chain around the safe. Then it followed the safe back up to the surface so you could see the progress and keep it from getting loose.
You saw the sunlight began to shine on it and went outside to see it starting to be lifted from the water slowly. Water poured from the cracks of the safe and seaweed and moss hung from the walls.
You grinned as you watched it slowly get set on the deck. “alright, let’s crack it open!” you declared and called forward your expert for getting the safe open.
It didn’t look high tech, in fact with the safe being at least 15 years old or more, it took your safe cracker almost no time at all. Mr. Bade rushed up to see what kind of treasure he had lead you to.
The door of the safe creaked open, more water poured out, and inside was a small man chained to the back wall, and drooping with a dead weight. He was covered in moss and tiny barnacles, his dark clothes slightly tattered from the water damage and small organisms that crawled around it.
A collective gasp went throughout the people of the deck and Mr. Bade swore under his breath.
“So it was a corpse…” you sighed in disappointment. “I half expected it…go get the coroner.” You called to a crewmate.
While waiting, you walked up to the drooping wet body to look closer, hoping there would be more inside. He wore dark blue clothes that looked almost Victorian. His hair was dark, looked almost blue, and upon closer inspection so did his skin, but you assumed it was discoloration from suffocating or perhaps the moss that grew on him. Not to mention an odd looking thing in his mouth, maybe a ball gag.
You squinted at the back of the safe to see a “do not feed the animals” sign behind him and gave a soft laugh. “Buddy, what in the world did you do to deserve this?” you laughed to yourself in disbelief. Maybe he was a cheating husband or something.
The coroner came over and looked around. “Well, any evidence will have been eaten or washed away at this point…let’s just get him out of there so I can inspect him farther on my table.” He said and called over the two policemen that accompanied him.
They used bolt cutters to cut the chains and ease the body out, pulling him onto a gurney. It was odd that he showed no signs of stiffness, but was still very droopy and almost ragdoll like.
You stepped forward curiously, looking closer at him. You noticed some weird black leather on his back. “what are those things on his coat?” you frowned and pointed to them.
The coroner blinked and looked closer. Just as he reached for them, suddenly they erected straight out, making you all jump back from the body.
The man’s red bloodshot eyes suddenly opened and he jolted up. His body convulsed a second before his hands came up and ripped off the ball gag off quickly. He got on his hands and knees and he began coughing up the water in his lungs. Everyone sat back, watching in shock as he gasped and puked up water and other particles of sea life.
“N…not possible…” the coroner said in shock as you watched the man catch his breath.
You walked closer to him, wondering what kind of being could survive 15 years underwater in a safe. Your mind started to race with excitement at the thought of him possibly being a vampire like you. There weren’t many of your kind left after all.
After he coughed up as much water as he could, he sat a minute, not moving besides breathing hard with an occasional cough. The black leathery wings on his back at reached weakly but started to droop once again.
You touched his back and he jumped back from you, baring fangs that made your heart soar. He glared at you with red rimmed neon green eyes. He coughed again before attempting to talk.
“what….year…is it…?” he said hoarsely.
“You’ve been in there for 15 years. That fellow over there watched you get dropped in the ocean before and lead us back.” You motioned to Mr. Bade.
“…wand.” He rasped out.
“Wand??” you asked in confusion and looked at Mr. Bade.
“Oh…I don’t know about a wand, but we dropped another smaller safe somewhere else, but I don’t have any clue where…” he frowned.
The supposed dead man growled in anger, but he tried to sit up.
“Sir, please stay on the gurney! You’re in terrible condition!” the Coroner told him urgently.
He started to lash out at everyone nearby, so you approached him and talked softly.
“You’re hungry aren’t you? You need blood to heal, right?” you asked softly.
His eyes widened but he didn’t say anything, just staring at you. At least he stopped attacking. “Its okay, we can help, okay? Just please calm down.” You told him. “Just…get on the gurney, and I’ll get what you need.”
“I…fine…” he frowned rasply and he sat on the gurney. He looked like he wanted to argue but didn’t have the energy for it. They carefully lifted him up and began to carry him to the medical room. You followed with excitement at finding another vampire. It’s always been so lonely and hard to find other vampires.
He let them bring him to the room before sitting up and curling up into a ball. The coroner tried to get closer but he snarled angrily, making him back off. You came closer with a blood bag, but if anything, he looked more annoyed and angry about it.
“Here you go.” You held it out to him.
He huffed and took the bag, drinking from it. He coughed again and even though he only took a sip, he set the bag aside.
“Hey, you should drink it! You’ll feel better!” you told him.
“Wrong kin-“ he said before breaking into a coughing fit.
“Wrong kind? Can you only have one kind of blood type?” you frowned.
He got up in frustration and took the bag with him. He walked over to the bare wall and spilt the blood on his hands and started writing on the wall furiously.
When he was done, he was breathing hard and looked back at you angrily. On the pale walls, he wrote:
“BLOOD OF THE UNFORTUNATE”
“Um…a misfortunate persons blood?” You asked in confusion. “Why would you need-“
He hissed in frustration and anger and began shoving people out of the way and rushed out the door.
“Sir! Get back here!” you called after him. You followed him. He kept grabbing people and breathing in their scent before shoving them away. He seemed to be going crazy, not finding what he wanted. “Sir!” you yelled again.
He stopped and looked back at you in a frenzy. “I! AM! ANTI-COSMO!!” He screamed, his voice sounding stronger than before, his anger tearing through the pain he was no doubt feeling.
“He is mad with hunger…” you realized and ran at him, tackling him to the ground. “Settle down!”
“Bad luck! I need bad luck!!” he screamed and fought back. You were able to get on top of him and attempt to hold him down as he thrashed. “I need bad luck!!” he insisted again.
“I think you’ve had enough!” you demanded and bit him in the neck.
He gasped and his grip got loose with shock. His attempts to fight back were nothing but weak flailing now. You held him down, making him lose whatever strength or fight he had left.
You have never tasted blood like his before, it was unreal. It tingled on your tongue and burned down your throat. It even started to make you feel giddy. Anti-Cosmo gasped and began to lay back and relax, seeming to be too weak to fight anymore.
You pulled away and studied his features, discovering that the blue skin you thought was moss, was his actual skin color that you could see. His eyes were still ringed red with signs of suffocation, and his ears were elfish, with earrings and a cracked monocle attached to one. You looked at the monocle to see it had to be prescription, so you unclipped it and called someone over so see if anyone could fashion a replacement, as well as find someone with bad luck. It must be frustrating not being able to see and you hoped it would help him settle down.
He pulled away from you and curled up, making you realize how small of a person he was, almost child like in size and proportions. His small wings retracted and clung to him sadly.
“I…used to be…a god…” he said softly.
“Hey, it’s okay…” you told him gently and scooted closer. “you’re…not a vampire are you?”
“I’m…an…Anti-Fairy.” He said slowly, the hoarseness in his voice becoming more faint. “I’m…powerless without my wand…” he said quietly and curled up tighter.
“No, you have wings and survived the safe and water pressure. You’re stronger than you think.” You told him and tried to get closer, but he let out a soft hissing screech.
“Even if I could find an unfortunate soul to feed from…I cannot pay them back.” He sighed. “I need to…to have perfect exchange.”
“How do you pay them back?” you asked.
“With my wand!” he said upsetly. “I need it!”
“Okay okay, we’ll look for it.” You promised. “Can you take blood and repay them later?”
“…yes.” He sighed in defeat.
“Then settle down. We’ll find someone to feed you.”
“Before I feed we must write down what they want from me with a guarantee of no change. Debts can change with time, but not if they’re perfectly agreed upon with proof of agreement.” He told you. Now that he was speaking more clearly you could hear a British accent in his voice.
“Okay then…what are you, a lawyer?”
“A dealmaker.” He stated.
“Like a demon?”
He actually smirked at this, his mouth twisting upward and showing off his fangs. “Yes…of a sort. But instead of a soul, I simply get blood.”
“Not a bad deal.” You nodded.
“As far as you know.” His eyes shimmered slightly with mischief. He then leaned slightly closer to you.
“What?” you frowned, starting to feel slightly uncomfortable.
“You bit me.” He simply stated.
“To…calm you down.” You stated.
“How did my blood taste? Like magic?” he whispered as someone came up.
“Um…ma’am?” he asked. “You said you needed someone with misfortune. Uh, Bill’s got a lotta health issues and too many medical bills to deal with…does that count as bad luck?” he asked.
You looked at Anti-cosmo expectantly. He took a deep breath and sighed.
“Yes, that will do.” He agreed. “We need some paper to write up his wish, so I know exactly what I’m exchanging for.”
“Wish? Like, a genie wish?” you asked
“Not too far off my dear.” He said and adjusted his collar.
“I’ll get you dry clothes if you want, maybe a shower…” you offered. “After you eat of course.”
He sighed, looking annoyed but significantly calmer than before. “Yes, fine.” He agreed. “But I can’t see a thing without my monocle.” He huffed.
You were able to find him glasses of close to the right prescription. He popped out the left lens and put them on with a sigh. “It’ll suffice.” He said.
You got Anti-cosmo paper and he wrote up a whole contract with almost printer-like speed.
“That was fast…” you blinked.
“I don’t do this normally. Usually the wisher says the right words, I grant it, then I take the blood as needed. But in this case, I am taking no chances.” He said and pushed the paper to the crewman.
“Uh…is there limits? Like, rules?” The crewman asked cautiously.
“Bigger the wish, the more blood I get. I’ve gone so long without I’d appreciate nothing small.” AC stated. “It doesn’t have to be huge though.”
“Uh…okay. How about a wish for good health?” He asked.
“Decent.” AC responded flatly.
“Uh…r-right…” he nodded, feeling awkward from the hard stares AC gave him with his sickly neon green eyes. He wrote down his wish and name on the paper.
Anti-cosmo began to stare at him hungrily as the doctor started to draw blood from him. You recognized the blood lust and started to worry that he’d get impatient and attack the man. You took his hand, making him flinch and look at you. He narrowed his eyes at you, almost suspiciously.
“And how old are you?” he asked.
“Its rude to ask a lady that.” You stated. You knew he must have known or at least suspected you were a vampire, but it was like he was messing with you. You certainly didn’t want it advertised and you wondered if he planned on messing with you the whole time about it.
“I am thousands of years old.” He offered, which certainly made you double glance at him.
“Then I’m decades old.” You offered, making him snicker.
“So vague.” He said with amusement. He was then offered a half pint blood bag by the on-site medic. His eyes lit up as he started to drink it happily. As he started to drink, the hemorrhaging around his eyes started to instantly heal and he started to look a little less deathly, but still blue skinned.
He finished and sighed with satisfaction.
“You okay now?” you asked.
“Very much so. I won’t be perfect till I get my wand though.” He sighed. “In the meantime, I’d appreciate that shower.”
“Yes of course.” You nodded.
You allowed him to use the shower in your suite and had the crew look for clothes that fit him while his were washed and dried. You weren’t sure they were worth saving considering the moss and water damage, but he was so petit, it was difficult to find anything to fit him.
You came into your suite with clothes you hoped would fit him but wasn’t sure. He walked out of the bathroom wearing only a towel. Even with his small stature, he certainly didn’t have a child body. He was most definitely mature. You supposed he had to be after 1000 years if he wasn’t lying about his age. You blushed at the sight of him, but he then ran into the door.
He cursed and squinted at the door and held his face.
“Oh, do you need your glasses?” you asked. “You set them over here.” You said and picked them up. You came over and set them on his face, making him blink and look at you curiously again.
He reached up and put a hand on your face before moving your lip up to see your fangs. You tried to pull away. “Stop it! Yes I’m a vampire okay?!” You huffed.
“What was it like? Drinking my blood?” he asked in a soft yet frightening voice. “I have never been fed upon before.” He said darkly.
“Yeah it was weird okay?! I only did it to knock some sense into you. I was excited at first when we met cause I thought you were a vampire too, but now I see you’re…” you paused when seeing his wings flex. “…different.”
“We’re not so different.” He said and tried to move into your line of sight. His height seeming to grow suddenly, but his wings weren’t flapping. You looked down to see he was levitating, but also about to lose his towel.
You looked back up in embarrassment but realized he made no effort to stop the towel from falling. “Would you cover yourself?! This is highly inappropriate!” you huffed.
“You invited me to your room.” He said, placing the blame on you as he touched your face again.
You turned away from him and tossed him the clothes you brought him. “Just get dressed!” you said, feeling slightly humiliated and annoyed.
“Oh, what gaudy clothes…” he complained.
“I’d sooner toss you back in the ocean than let you walk around naked.” You told him.
He sighed in defeat. “Oh fine. How is the search for my wand anyways?”
“Not good, it’s not like we have a giant metal detector that can find a small safe in the vast ocean. You may be stuck without.”
“I’ll find a way.” He insisted with confidence.
“I thought you said you’re worthless without it.”
“I still have minions I can use to help.” He shrugged. “It’s just finding them is the key.”
You heard his groan in in Disgust. “These clothes barely fit.” He complained.
You glanced back to see him only wearing a shirt but it was long enough to keep him covered. “Where are my other clothes?”
“Being washed and possibly condemned.” You frowned.
“If I had my wand this wouldn’t be a problem.” He huffed.
“Well you don’t, so it is. Get over it and deal with what we have till we get to land.” You said, getting annoyed with his complaining.
He looked surprised at your outburst and came over. “Even though I usually prefer to stay more modest, I must say I don’t mind in your company.” He said and you felt a finger run up your spine.
You flinched and quickly stepped away from him. “What the *beep* is wrong with you?!” you huffed. “horny *beep*!” you cussed at him, but he just laughed.
“What can I say? I feel more…loose around you.” He smirked, fluttering in place.
“Well you’re no helpless creature you pretend to be.” you huffed.
“You have questions for me I assume?” he asked, laying belly down in the air.
“Yeah…like if you’re powerless without your wand, how are you doing that?”
“I am a magical being with magic coursing through my veins, it’s does have its perks. Like how I can still do this without my wand.” He said and changed his form in a puff of smoke. He now stood in front of you as a black cat, strutting happily.
“You can shapeshift?” you asked.
“I can do little things for myself is all. I can’t help anyone else.” He said and changed again in front of you in the single shirt again. “Of course, I suppose I have my hands to work with.” He smirked at you.
“Couldn’t you shapeshift into a more modest outfit?” you glared.
“Oh dear, you’ve found me out.” He said sarcastically. “No, I can change my body and that’s it.”
“Well maybe I’ll make you stay a cat or a goat.” You folded your arms.
“Oh? And how will you do that?” he asked, leaning closer to you as he flouted up in the air.
You thought for a minute. Throwing him back in the ocean wouldn’t do much with his wings, and it’s be sadistic to lock him up considering he just got out of the safe. Then you thought of something.
“You grant wishes for blood right?” you asked.
“You’d give me blood to keep me modest?” he rose an eyebrow at you curiously.
“You’re the one being ridiculous! You won’t stop flirting with me!” You glared
“You bit me first.” He smirked, making you blush. He reached forward and stroked a finger down your neck. “Besides, I can’t be sure your blood would be satisfying anyways.”
You slapped his hands away. “That’s it, I’m going up deck. Stay here, float around, do whatever!” you said angrily and walked out.
He watched you leave with amusement. It has been so long since he’s got to toy with anyone, and you were just fun. Not to mention, it’s been even longer since he met another blood drinking fanged person. Which made you twice as interesting.
And he certainly had no intention of letting you go.
Anti-Cosmo X reader: why can't I have you? 2nd part
It’s been a couple weeks now since I started stalking ________, and no advancements have been made towards her asking for my services. And so, I’ve been stuck with feeding off Micky or whatever his name is, and he’s only smart enough to not make big wishes so I’ve hardly had any energy at all!
I really should just give up this venture and find a different target but…I guess I just can’t get over ______ denying me like that. Even people who have EVERYTHING want something, and she has almost nothing! It infuriates me and hurts my pride!
I watched her walk home again, As I always do, but I’m never seen. I’ve dropped by as my human self a couple times, but she remains cheerful as far as I can see. I can’t even find the magic 8 ball I gave her to contact me. Part of me wonders if it’s in a drawer, or actually tossed out.
I fluttered behind her, her scent driving me more crazy than normal. I was feeling desperate even. I started to fly after her faster. Ricky’s misfortune was truly minimal, and mostly just consequences of his actions, not actual bad luck. Bad Luck is Random, often undeserving. A consequence is firm and true.
As I got closer to _______, I decided to ask only one last time to grant her a wish, if I couldn’t convince her, then I suppose I’ll be forced to find someone else. I can tell I’ve lost some weight from the lack of a proper meal.
Just when I got close enough to start talking to her, she suddenly spun around to look at me. I froze awkwardly but held my ground, even when seeing _______ Keep her hand in her purse, as if expecting an attacker to pepper spray.
“Um…Me again…” I said with a wave. “I didn’t mean to scare you…”
“Really?” She asked in disbelief.
“I just…I need to know if you’ll ever need me is all. I have to have a master of sorts, and I had picked you, but if I can’t be useful, I suppose I’ll just be on my way.” I told her.
“Well…nothing I can think of right now. Sorry…” She shrugged.
My shoulders slumped in disappointment, knowing there was nothing more I could do. “So that’s how it is…” I sighed. “Well then, Goodbye.” I nodded to her and started to turn away.
“Wait! I just thought of something!” She said suddenly.
I spun back around to face her in excitement, only to be horrified by the feeling of a butterfly net crashing down around me. “H-hey! What’s the meaning of this?!” I said, now feeling angry at being tricked.
“My wish. The only wish I will ever ask of you.” She glared.
“I can’t grant you anything while being in here!” I huffed at her.
“My wish is for you to be in there stupid!”
I recoiled form surprise. “What…what on earth are you talking about! I haven’t done you any harm, why would you do this to me??”
“Not me harm, but you planned to, didn’t you?” She glared.
I glared back for a second before trying not to act as scared as I was. I looked at my nails, pretending to have no interest. “You have no proof of that.” I said plainly.
“I have all the proof I need from the people who’s lives you’ve already ruined.” She told me, making me look up curiously. Usually I kill my victims, so there’s no one to tell their stories.
“Oh?” I shrugged.
“My grandmother. Perhaps you know her? You called her your little doll.”
I froze in realization. That was the one and only victim I left alive. She had demanded I leave, and she never called me back. Her life got better, so I had no use for her. I can’t believe I forgot about her!
“She told me stories about you, all of them! How you tricked her into needing you, so you could take a ton of blood from her, and even when she used you, you made her life more and more miserable!” She glared at me. I must admit, I was now starting to feel intimidated, but I kept a strong face.
“And…? Now that you do have me, what will you do? I am the lord of all the anti-fairies, the God of Misfortune! I cannot die, and even injuries heal in no time at all.” I shrugged carelessly.
“But you’re super weak right now, aren’t you?” She asked, making me even more scared. “Grandma told me, you feed off misfortune, not karma. And the only misfortune your past couple meals is Ricky’s stupidity, huh? Even if this wasn’t a butterfly net, you couldn’t escape. So all I need to do, is keep you weak.”
“N-now ________, Darling, why be so brash? I only do what I need to survive…” I told her nervously.
“Says the immortal Anti-Fairy.” She said, looking unimpressed.
“if I don’t do it them I’m unable to do magic! Very bad for a powerful being such as I to not have an outlet!” I reasoned.
“A powerful being such as yourself shouldn’t exist.” She glared and tied the butterfly net opening shut. She started to drag me along, but considering I was floating it wasn’t hard. It didn’t appear she was taking me back to her place either.
“How did you even know I would come after you? There’s billions of unfortunate people out there, what made you think I’d come to you specifically?” I glared, still angry at myself for letting her get the best of me.
“Grandma said you like revisiting the same areas, so I made myself a target here. After hearing stories about you, you weren’t hard to figure out. You’re nothing but a demented, vile, con-man!”
I started to struggle more, pulling at the netting, trying to break it.
“and look at you now. Cowering, desperate, trapped like the wild bloodthirsty animal you are.” She mused as she brought me inside an unfamiliar place.
“Where are we?!” I demanded. “what are you planning?!”
“I’m planning you to never see the light of day again.” She snarled and brought me into an area where there was what looked like a huge safe. The walls were lined with butterfly netting, and in the back, there were shackles that had short chains.
“What, you’re going to lock me away forever? I’ll be found eventually.” I snarled back.
“No. No you won’t.” she shook her head. “I’ve got connections. Once I have you good and locked in here, you’ll be dropped to the deepest part of the ocean. No humans to guard you, feed you, or use your services. Nothing but the crushing depths.”
I started to get my hopes up when she tore open the bag, but they were gone when it was only a small hole that she used to snatch out my wand. Now I truly am helpless it seems.
She then pulled me out and pushed me into the safe, keeping me from getting out with her own body. She twisted my arms behind me and locked them into the shackles she had prepared in the safe, keeping my hands to my elbows.
“This is rather Kinky don’t you think?” I spat bitterly.
“No, but this is.” She stepped back and took out what looked like a ball gag, even with holes for where my fangs would go.
I could actually feel myself sweat.
“Why didn’t you just keep me in the butterfly net, it would have worked just as well, not to mention be less effort!” I yelled, feeling humiliated.
“A few reasons actually, one, this is so if you are somehow found, you can’t use that honey tongue to get your way. And secondly…” she forced the ball gag into my mouth and strapped it tightly to my head, the struggle making me drop my monocle. I could barely see, but there was an unmistakable flash of a camera. “Granny is still alive, and I promised her pictures.”
She set what looked like a “Do not feed the animals” sign above my head, snickering as she took a couple more pictures.
She set my wand in a separate safe. “Probably just going to drop this in the ocean too, just farther then where you are. Maybe even opposite side of the world.” She shrugged.
I lowered my head as she creeked the door slightly. “Your own Karma has finally caught up with you. And with that, I bid you adieu.” She said and slammed the door shut.
In the darkness I waited. I would hear occasional sounds, sometimes I’d feel the safe being moved, but never for long.
I don’t know how long I was here when I finally heard a crane, and chains being latched to the top of the safe. I drank in the excitement, knowing it would probably be the last I would feel for possibly centuries.
The safe began to rock gently back and forth, letting me know that I was now suspended in the air. Now all there was left, was the fall. I felt it begin, then the crash as I hit he water. As I felt the water pressure get harder and harder on me, my feet started to get wet. The water getting higher, chilling my legs, torso, and was soon to my chin.
I actually chuckled. Not even the fairies could lock away a being such as I. This might be a setback, but this will not keep me away forever. I’ll be back.
The water covered my head and I was completely enveloped in the cold, silent, darkness.
I walked down the street, not being seen at all by my anti-magic. I didn’t mind, as I dodged people with ease, using my wings to flout around quickly. I came across a stripper bar and looked at it curiously.
“Hmm, Never actually been in one of these before…can’t be too many truly fortunate souls in here…especially among the employees…” I said thoughtfully before smirking.
I slipped through the door and rushed pasted the bouncer to the bathroom for a bit of privacy. I changed into a human form, but kept my clothing, hair and eye color the same. I made my monocle into glasses as well before walking out.
My newly tanned skin flashed from the lights that emitted around the large room. The booming music wasn’t as loud to my human ears so I was grateful of that. The room reeked of a mixture of Perfume and cologne (among other things), but with my nose, I am able to pushed all of it and began to sniff out the most misfortunate soul in this dumpster fire.
I walked around, glancing at the dancing bodies with a neutral expression. There were many delicious smells. Lonely divorcee’s, trying to forget. Men who just wanted to feel loved but don’t know how. Then there’s the strippers. Most just have the job to get by, and many have creepy men try to touch them or do other inappropriate things to them.”
I smirked, eyeing the best candidates, when suddenly, a strong whiff of something incredibly delicious hit my nose, making my mouth water almost immediately start to water. “Who is that…?” I said quietly, looking around.
“Her name is ______.” The man next to me said, making me look to where he was looking. That’s when I saw a girl strut out on stage, provocative music starting to play as she danced. It was definitely her. And she smelled so delicious.
While all attention was on her, I stepped back and shed my human appearance and became invisible to the world once again. I came up on stage and observed the woman called _______. I assume it to be a striper name considering the amount of attention she was getting. No doubt she wouldn’t want to take that home.
I continued to smell her misfortune, recognizing each scent. “Stalkers…terrible boss…barely making ends meet…” I whispered. “This woman…has had a terrible life!” I grinned wickedly. I thought I smelled something a little off about her, but I ignored it, her scent was too delicious to concern myself with little oddities.
I walked by the door of the dressing room, ignoring everyone who passed me. _______ came in once her shift was done, and after she got her clothes on quickly, she started walking out to a junky looking car. I laughed the myself and continued to follow her to the apartment she called home. After seeing her stand in front of what I assumed was her door to unlock it, I rushed to her neighbor’s house and froze all of the inhabitants, which just seemed to be a poor college student. Either way, I regained my human form and walked out.
“Oh, hello! I’m your neighbor’s new flatmate!” I grinned at her, making her flinch.
“Oh…hello, nice to meet you.” She smiled with a nod.
“What’s your name?” I asked friendly.
“Uh…_______.” she said, giving a different name than what I heard at the club.
“I see, Well I’m Cosmo! It’s nice to meet you!” I grinned with a wave.
“Yeah…you too…” she nodded and rushed into her home.
I slipped back into the apartment I froze and bopped the college boy’s head. “I am your new flatmate. My name is Cosmo Cosma, and you’ve known me for years. I work in retail, and am a law major, which is why I’m gone so often. I come from a rich family that makes me work hard.” I told him, making up a back story just in case ________ asks about me to him when I’m not a around. I threw a couple other suggested thoughts in his head about me for good measure before unfreezing him.
“So, we’re roomies now huh? Let’s try not to annoy each other, right?” I smiled friendly.
He blinked at me and looks around at the room I made appear. “Oh…right yeah.” He laughed. “So uh, want to swim Netflix?”
“Sorry old chap, I’ve got homework, maybe next time.” I smiled and waved.
“Come on man, you just moved in, we need a little house warming party!” he grinned, sitting up. Obviously he was coming out of the frozen haze and acting more like his old self.
“I have a test this week and cannot fail.” I lied with a huff. I quickly slipped into the bedroom I made for myself. “maybe tomorrow!”
I listened to the door a minute before being sure he had let it go. I sighed in irritation before becoming an anti-fairy again and slipping through the vent in a tiny form, going straight to ________’s.
I came into her house to see her eating Ramen while reading a textbook. So she’s going to school too then eh? There’s a misfortune I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I started to wonder if I should just observe her for a bit before showing myself, but the smell of her bad luck was starting to drive me crazy. I stayed in my small form and got inside a magic 8 ball that was just out of her focused sight. Cliché perhaps, but has a good dramatic flair. As well as it let’s me diagnose the extent of her feelings of her misfortune.
I rocked the ball slightly to get her attention. She stared at the ball a minute before reaching for it curiously. “Where did this come from…?” she frowned and looked at it.
“Go on, ask it something~” I grinned to myself in anticipation.
“Reina must have left it here or something.” She sighed and set it down, making me pout.
I rocked the ball slightly some more, making her look at it again. “…if Reina brought in another cursed item…” she glared before reaching for the ball.
I rolled it out of her reach, making it fall on the floor and crack open, releasing me in a puff of smoke.
_______ jumped back from surprise as I gained a larger form. I grinned my fangs at her charmingly, waving my wand about. “Double double toil and trouble, something burdened this way come~”
“What the…oh no a genie?? Get back in there, I want nothing to do with you!” she huffed.
“Oh no no my darling, I’m an anti-fairy!” I told her sweetly. “I’m here to help you! I have no wish limit, and my only wish is to make your life better!” I told her.
“Better…?” she frowned.
“Yes! I’ve looked into your life and seems what a miserable one it is, and I’m here to help!” I grinned.
“…Actually, I’m good.”
I froze in shock. “you…what??” I asked in confusion.
“I said I’m good. No help needed.” She shrugged.
“But…love you’re eating ramen!”
“I like ramen.” She shrugged.
“You work at a strip club!”
“I have a job. Better than my leech neighbor. I’m independent. I betcha his new roommate is rich or something.”
“But what about your deadbeat boss??”
“You said it, but so long as he pays me there’s no problems.”
“but you could have a better job, with better pay and a better boss!”
“I know, I’m working on it.” She pointed at her textbook.
“Oh come now love, surely there’s something you need! You’ve had a lot of misfortune's in your life!”
“Yeah, I have, but I’m over them thank you.” She huffed. “I’m grateful I can go to school, have a job, and my own place. No regrets here.”
I couldn’t believe it, anyone who I’ve made that offer to would have jumped on that chance so hard, yet this woman, who had so little, who’s life no one would want, just told me no.
“I…I see…” I nodded. “Well then…if you ever do need anything, you just shake my magic eight ball, okay? I’ll come super fast and fix everything for you, alright?”
“I don’t need it, but okay.” She shrugged, making me feel upset that I couldn’t have her right away, but I went back into the ball, hoping she’d at least entertain the idea. I watched her study for hours before going to bed, making the world so quiet and alone for me.
She left for school the next morning, barely giving my ball a glance. While she was gone, I slipped back to my flat mates again. He wasn’t home, but that didn’t last long. I sat on the couch, feeling very confused.
“Heeeeey! Cosmo my man!” he grinned. “whats up, you study so hard your brain stopped working again?”
“Uh…well …” I was so confused I could barely speak or think. “I…had a fight with my girlfriend is all…”
“You okay?” He frowned. “You need a drink…?”
I have never had human alcohol, never been interested in it. It’s a depressant, so it’s usually a problem of victims of mine, but never had it before. In my shock and confusion, I looked up at the man I had decided to live with and said. “Alright…I need something strong.” I nodded and stood up.
“Awesome! I know just the place for a heavyweight like you!” He grinned and slapped my back.
“Wait…isn’t drinking a nightly game or something?” I asked curiously.
“Nah man! Noon is close enough am I right?” He grinned.
“Uh…I suppose…” I shrugged and followed him. That’s when I realized I didn’t know his name. Maybe people will know him at this pub and I can just pick it up from them.
He took me to a pub where we sat down at the bar. “Hey Henry! Got a heavyweight here!” He grinned. “Got that stuff?”
“So long as he’s willing to sign a waiver.” The bar keeper came up.
“Give it.” I told him. “I’ve been rejected in a way that is so foreign to me I can barely think straight.”
“Okay shakespear.” The Bar keep handed me a paper to sign, just saying I know this is strong enough to possibly kill a horse, but me being immortal, I couldn’t care less.
I was given a small glass of neon green liquid.
“Take it slow, you really can’t chug it all at once, got it?” The bar keep told me. I almost chugged it anyways, but decided to take his advice, just so no one would suspect.
I sipped some and swallowed hard. It was definitely powerful, almost painful. “Wow…” I inhaled.
“Feel like falling on your butt?” My flatmate asked with a grin.
“Just about…” I chuckled, showing my fangs.
“Man, your teeth will never not freak me out I think.” He laughed, making me feel a little self-conscious about them, an unfamiliar feeling.
“Can’t help what I was born with.” I decided to say. “Mum wanted to file them down, but I am quite proud of them.”
“Yeah…well, helps with the vampire obsessed ladies am I right?” He chuckled.
“Those are the nuts though aren’t they?” I smirked, taking another sip.
“Crazy ones are the hot ones.” He nodded, grabbing a beer.
“Fair that is, man.” I nodded and held my glass to his bottle and he clicked the glass in agreement. “This stuff is nice, why have I never tried this before…?” He asked, looking at the strong alcohol.
“Have I never taken you here before?” He asked.
“Mmm…no…say what’s your name?” I asked him, already feeling slightly loopy.
“Huh? Dude did you forget my name already?” He laughed. “That stuff must be strong! I’m your bro, Ricky!”
“Right right, Micky…” I nodded and took another sip. “Oooooh this stuff is amazing…”
“You’re going to have one heck of a hanghover!” Ricky laughed at me.
“Oh no I won’t, I’m not a mortal like you.” I smirked at him.
“Oh yeah, are you a real vampire, been lying to me?” He grinned.
“No you idiot, I’m an anti-Fairy! I’ve got magic and everything!” I told him and tried to find my wand but gave up since I couldn’t even find my pockets. “Oh goodness my fingers feel numb…”
“You’re so drunk, that’s hilarious!” Ricky grinned. “Maybe we should cut you off now.”
“You take this drink from me and I will suck your blood.” I threatened. “Let me finish it first.”
“…Alright then, no need to threaten. Of all the things to declare I’m surprised Fairy is one of them…”
“Oh no, don’t you compare me to them! I am an ANTI-Fairy, not fairy.” I told him sternly.
“Uh…okay man, what’s the difference…” Ricky asked looking somewhat nervously.
I leaned close to his face. “EVERYTHING.”
He stayed quiet until I was done with my drink, then he helped me home.
“I guess I’ll just take you to your room then, huh?” He asked.
I just followed him along, not saying anything until we passed by _______’s apartment. “…Why can’t I have her…?” I asked sadly.
“Who? Your girlfriend?” Ricky asked, bringing me into our apartment.
“Not my girlfriend…I asked and she said no…no ones ever told me no…I have so much to offer, why can’t she see that…?” I continued.
“She will man, you’re worthwhile!” Ricky assured. “You’re handsome, rich, hard worker. Anyone would want you! Heck, if you were a girl I’d want you!” He chuckled.
I grabbed his shoulder harshly and looked him in the eye. “You don’t have to be female…” I said, eyeing him hungrily.
“W…w-wait what? Ow!” He recoiled from my grip on his shoulder. “L-look man, if you swing both ways that’s fine by me, but I’m not-”
“Don’t you make fun of me because I am in no mood to be denied again!” I glared and took out my magic wand, pointing it right at his face. “Especially when you haven’t heard the whole deal.”
“D-deal…?” Ricky squeaked, putting his hands up defensively.
“I crave misfortune. And even though I have a different target, she’s proving to be more difficult than expected. Your misfortune is brought on by your own laziness but that certainly won’t stop me from making a deal. I can grant you anything you wish for your blood.”
“B…blood? So it’s blood you want?” He asked, looking slightly relieved.
“Of course I want blood, do you think these fangs are for decoration?!” I hissed.
“N-no you just…uh…the conversation just kind of…went in a weird direction is all…” He laughed awkwardly. “Um…what do you mean grant me any wish…?”
“Fairies may have rules, but Anti-Fairies do not. I can grant you anything you’d like, in exchange for your blood.” I told him.
“You can make me rich?” He asked hopefully.
“Bigger the wish, the more blood I need.” I told him. “And I’ve used a lot of magic lately, I need blood soon.”
“…How about an easy job with little hours that pays a lot?” He asked.
“Is that what you wish?” I rose an eyebrow at him.
“…Do I have to say I wish or something?”
“I’m not so picky! Just say its what you want!” I growled, feeling impatient and drunk.
“I-I wish I had an easy, short hours, but high paying job!” He said quickly.
I Lunged into his shoulder, swallowing as much blood as I could in a few gulps before backing away and finally having the energy to wave my wand. Equipment filled the apartment, making him look around confusedly, but holding his shoulder in pain.
“W…what’s all this…?” He looked around.
“Your career. Congratulations, you’re a DJ.” I told him, breathing hard and wiping my mouth.
“A DJ?? They make good money?”
“Can make 500$ In a single night.” I shrugged.
“Whoa, seriously??”
“You bet. And a gig could only be a couple hours long. Not to mention the chance to party..”
“Dude that’s awesome! Thanks Cosmo!”
“ANTI-Cosmo.” I huffed. “I’m sick of not being called by my full name.”
“Oh…okay then AC.”
I took a deep breath. “That’s fine…You’d better look into your new profession, I’m off to bed.”
Ricky got up and started getting familiar with his new equipment while I walked into my bedroom. His blood gave me energy, but it was more than less than satisfying. I tried to let the idea of Ricky having a terrible time getting a gig with his new job, or just fail by not doing the job well. It didn’t really help my mood, and to make it worst, the vent came on, bringing _______’s scent with the cool air.
I slumped against the door, breathing in her scent longingly. That’s when I caught the whiff of something strange, the same scent that She had before but I ignored. It was something That I usually run from the minute I smell it on someone. I really should have known after talking to her, hearing what she had to say. I finally identified the smell through the thick fog of misfortune.
Gratitude.
She has a miserable life, but because of her being grateful for what little she does have, there’s no way I could touch her, not without risking debt to her that she’d hang over my head. I’ve made that mistake once before, taking blood then expecting wishes that almost didn’t come. Creates an Anti-magic build up, which is so very not good for one such as me.
I considered attempting to try to make her life worst. Fail her in classes, make her lose her job, anything she was happy about. I know that people like that are hard to crack though, it wouldn’t be worth the effort I think. I suppose I’m stuck with what’s-his-name in there for now. I’ll keep an eye on _______ in the meantime, but I need to focus on my need for misfortune in order to not grow too weak. It’s been slim lately, and I have to do something for my food. As undesirable as it is.
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