#soft-vampy

The porch creeked under the soft padding of their best friend. No matter how hard they tried to be quiet, the porch seemed to be a built-in alarm.

"Psst," Friend unnecessarily whispered. "Wanna get fucked up?"

"Do I ever not?" The vampire whispers back equally unnecessary. Super hearing and all that jazz.

Now, forty minutes later, the pool table became an impromptu counter.

The paper mache bats strewn about all over were a product of friend's intoxication. Every time they got drunk, they wanted to paper mache.

So the vampire sat and drank a vodka and coke they'd mixed for themselves.

Friend preferred tequila mixed with all kinds nonsense to make it old-fashioned.

Friend's long hair always fell in their face, so the vampire had clumsily pulled it up.

Never having been around anyone with long hair for their foreseeable future, they'd better start learning, or that's what Friend told them.

But something glinting caught their eyes. Scissors. When did Friend find the scissors?

They'd made sure to cut up all the supplies that need to be cut before they started drinking. Friend hadn't been watching them, or so they'd thought...

"What're you doin'? You don't need those." The vampire hollars suddenly rousing their lean friend.

Who'd been nearly stabbing themselves with the scissors trying to cut towards themselves.

"I'm cutting!" They hollared back with renewed vigor and a jolt.

A jolt that send the tip of the dual blades down their forearm.

Though nothing was pierced, luckily, there was still a mile long scratch with blood welling up.

Friend kissed their teeth, sloppily taking some colored tissue paper to the cut.

The vampire gave up watching the television, the music videos forgotten in favor of preying on helping their friend.

Who was audibly chocking back cries suddenly terrified by whatever they saw, looking back at them.

A picture-perfect predator, apex to the rest.

Author's Note: Thank you for your ask 😄