I Promise
Magda sits on the couch reading one afternoon. Pleasantly enjoying some tea, he sighs contentedly.
But, like all good things, it came to an end. A rather loud, abrupt, and crashy end.
Releasing the reflexive tension from his shoulders, he heaved a heavy sigh and set down the book he was reading.
âWhat is it this time?â As he stands, thereâs an audible yelp of pain, followed by more crashing and thudding.
Following the noise, he eventually finds a trail of mud, sticks, leaves and a bit of blood leading from the front door, into the house. The kitchen is an absolute mess. One of the cabinets knocked off its hinges and broken plates on the floor. Thereâs even a couple bloody handprints near one of the plates and on the counter.
Magda tosses his head back and audibly groans in annoyance. âAntonioooo.â
Thereâs another small crash and Magda follows it, and the trail of dirt, through the house and into the back yard where Moss is chasing a squirrel.
Magda stops in the doorway a moment and just stares at him in utter disbelief, a deadpan expression on his face. âA squirrel?! Are you kidding me?!â
Moss doesnât even react, he just keeps running after the squirrel. His hands and clothes are covered in dirt and blood. His face is an absolute mess. His hair loose, tangled, and filthy with leaves and a few twigs sticking out of it. His mouth is dripping with blood from what was, assumingly, his last victim.
The squirrel runs into a small, hollow log, and Moss attempts to follow it in. Oddly, he doesnât get his head stuck, but he does bang his head on the opening of the log and gets his arm stuck trying to pull the Squirrel out. By the time he even sticks his arm in, the Squirrel was long gone.
Sighing and shaking his head at his boyfriend, Magda walks over to help him, snatching up the escaped squirrel as he walks past it. Moss is attempting to smash the log on the ground to free his arm, and Magda stops him by showing him the squirrel.
While Moss drains the squirrel dry, Magda frees his arm from the log. A bird flies by and catches Mossâs attention the moment Magda has his arm free. Moss is Immediately after the little creature, but Magda is faster.
He snatches Moss up by his collar, âOh no you donât! You made a mess in the house and hurt your hand chasing One little menace, Iâm not going to let you go chasing after another.â Moss letâs out a loud whine in protest and tries to wriggle out of the older vampâs grasp.
Suddenly, Magda catches whiff of something foul and tentatively sniffs Moss. âUGH! Dios Antonio, were you rolling in feces!? You need a bath, Now!â
In his grip, Moss starts panicking and squirming, whining and crying loudly! âOh calm down! It wonât hurt!â Not wanting to deal with his squirming, Magda threw Moss over his shoulder and held his legs tightly.
His boyfriendâs protests did not cease at all, but didnât stop Magda from getting him into the bathroom.
Magda didnât put him down until after he had locked the door. Moss put up a hell of a fight with him the whole time as Magda got him stripped and cleaned up. As much as he wanted to, Magda tried not to spend too much time admiring Mossâs naked body, but it wouldnât really be appropriate since Moss wouldnât respond to it.
Eventually, Moss calmed down, and Magda delved into his own thoughts. At some point in time, this wouldâve been a much more sensual experience, but, since Moss had lost his memory, heâd basically become an enourmous child. Heâd done a lot of research, but still couldnât find any way to undo the spell. He would just have to wait for the effects to ware off.
When he was finally clean, Magda let Moss out of the tub and wrapped him in a towel. ...Well, he tried to wrap him in a towel, but Moss took it in his mouth and ran off into the house with it.
With a sigh, Magda went downstairs and took a bowl of cherries out of the fridge and set it down on the floor by the fireplace. By the time Magda made it back to his chair, Moss was already there with the towel and munching on his favorite treat. He was so distracted that he didnât even react when Magda wrapped a blanket around him and arranged some pillows into something of a nest so Moss would be encouraged to lay by the fire for a while.
Later that evening, Moss has wandered off, so Magda was reading again. Or, rather, he was trying to. Unable to focus, he put the book down and leaned back in the chair. The mess from earlier in the day was all cleaned up, and few could even tell there had been an incident anymore.
Finally, it was time for bed, and Magda went upstairs to put the towel away and get ready. Magda had been contemplating sleeping on the couch for a while now. He just couldnât stand the bed being so cold and empty without Moss sleeping next to him, but then heâd have to look at Moss, who usually slept by the fireplace, all night. Magda knew he definitely wouldnât be able to sleep, seeing him sleeping across the room and ignoring Magda almost entirely would just break his heart even more.
Just when he went to turn out the light, he spotted something on the dresser. An old letter Moss had written him.
Back when they were on the Mary, Moss would leave Magda these little love notes. Some were just to mess with him, others were genuine, especially when Magda had a lot of work that day and Moss would be asleep by the time he finished it all.
He couldnât help it, as much as he tried, he couldnât. The tears were flowing before he even realized his eyes were wet. Would he ever get Moss back? What if the spell never wore off?! Magda usually liked to be in control of his emotions, but, once this started, he didnât dare stop it. His love didnât even recognize him, he didnât even know his own name. He only stayed because Magda gave him cherries and helped him catch his prey.
He was now sitting on the floor, with his back against the bed, sobbing into his hand. Suddenly, he heard something,... purring?
Sniffling, he looked past his hand and saw Moss there, looking at him with worry, and concern. Like a confused puppy silently asking what was wrong. Still sobbing, Magda threw his arms around Moss and dragged him into a hug that probably wouldâve killed him if heâd still been human. Thankfully, the forgetful vampire didnât pull away, but leaned in and nuzzled against Magda, his purring only getting louder.
They stayed like that for what felt like hours, until Magda finally pulled away and held Mossâs face in his hands. âI know you donât really understand, but, thank you, and I promise you cariño, I will see to it that you get your memories back one day. You have my word.â Moss didnât reply, but leaned in so that their foreheads were touching. Maybe, deep down, Moss did remember him after all, or, at least, how much they meant to one another.
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Iâve wanted to post this for a while, but I kept forgetting to finish it. I drew the picture first, and Iâm the midst of making it, I got the idea for this. What if not all the vamps had amnesia? Just some of them? Let me know if you canât see the picture
