#vampiremoss

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.

“What is it this time?” As he stands, there’s 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. There’s even a couple bloody handprints near one of the plates and on the counter.

Magda tosses his head back and audibly groans in annoyance. “Antonioooo.“

There’s 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. “A squirrel?! Are you kidding me?!”

Moss doesn’t 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 doesn’t 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 Moss’s 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, “Oh no you don’t! You made a mess in the house and hurt your hand chasing One little menace, I’m not going to let you go chasing after another.” Moss let’s out a loud whine in protest and tries to wriggle out of the older vamp’s grasp.

Suddenly, Magda catches whiff of something foul and tentatively sniffs Moss. “UGH! Dios Antonio, were you rolling in feces!? You need a bath, Now!”

In his grip, Moss starts panicking and squirming, whining and crying loudly! “Oh calm down! It won’t hurt!” Not wanting to deal with his squirming, Magda threw Moss over his shoulder and held his legs tightly.

His boyfriend’s protests did not cease at all, but didn’t stop Magda from getting him into the bathroom.

Magda didn’t 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 Moss’s naked body, but it wouldn’t really be appropriate since Moss wouldn’t respond to it.

Eventually, Moss calmed down, and Magda delved into his own thoughts. At some point in time, this would’ve been a much more sensual experience, but, since Moss had lost his memory, he’d basically become an enourmous child. He’d done a lot of research, but still couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t stand the bed being so cold and empty without Moss sleeping next to him, but then he’d have to look at Moss, who usually slept by the fireplace, all night. Magda knew he definitely wouldn’t 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 couldn’t help it, as much as he tried, he couldn’t. 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 didn’t dare stop it. His love didn’t even recognize him, he didn’t 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 would’ve killed him if he’d still been human. Thankfully, the forgetful vampire didn’t 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 Moss’s face in his hands. “I know you don’t 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.” Moss didn’t 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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Moss’s POV:

Around 5 in the afternoon, Moss was wandering around in the woods just past the edge of the nice, older vampire’s property when he spotted a rabbit.

Drool quickly formed and dribbled down his chin. He crawled after it, inching closer, before he Pounced! ...Unfortunately, the bunny was faster. So Moss ran after it in a frenzy, not looking where he was going, but only at the yummy bunny ahead of him. In his distracted, hunger-driven state, he did not correctly gauge how far he had to duck to chase the bunny into a low cave, and smacked his head on the rocks at the entrance... Hard!

He awoke a few hours later, dazed, and with a major headache. “Uuuuggghhhh... oh dios mio... who did I lose a drinking contest with?” Slowly, he sat up and checked his surroundings. Trees? Wait? I’m not on the Mary? Then where-?

Quickly, the events of the last two years came back to him, aggravating his headache. Once it had calmed down a bit, Moss attempted to stand, and staggered back to the house as best he could. When he got there, he found some of Magda’s medicine and took some stuff for his headache, then cleaned up the wound in the bathroom.

When the headache finally cleared, he remembered something. Magda! He had to go tell him the good news! He ran around the house until he found Magda passed out in his chair, surrounded by books. Moss recalls from his amnesiac state how Magda was always lost in those books, but he’d been unable to understand what it was he was reading at the time.

As he examined the titles, Moss started to understand why Magda spent most of the last 2 years reading. Whenever Magda was faced with a problem with the crew that was in any way medical, he’d obsessed over it until he found a cure. If he didn’t find one in the first few months, he’d start forgetting to eat or sleep, and Salazar and the others had to physically separate him from those books until he returned to a normal schedule.

Although Moss knew what had been happening over the last 2 years, it was a bit of a blur, so he had no idea how long Magda had been doing this, or how bad his habits had gotten. One look at him, however, confirmed his fears.

He looked pale, even for a vampire, and there were deep bags under his eyes. The poor thing looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks, and the sounds from his stomach confirmed he hadn’t been eating either.

Moss felt his heart drop like a dead weight. “Oh no. Mi amor... I-...I’m so sorry...” Magda didn’t even stir, too exhausted to hear him. Moss doubted if even canon fire would wake him.

Feeling guilty for causing Magda to run himself ragged, Moss trudged off outside to find Magda something to eat. Since Moss had his memory back, Magda would stop obsessing and get his appetite back.

After a while, Moss managed to capture and kill two full-grown deer and hauled them back to the house, careful not to spill too much blood. Magda would need it.

He wandered back into the house to find Magda had woken up and was upstairs, staring at the letters... again, Moss realized. He could just faintly hear Magda crying, and realized there was a very easy way to cheer him up.

He snuck up behind him and started purring. Magda shook his head, not turning around, “Please, Antonio. That doesn’t help anymore. Just stop.” Moss could hear his choked sob a little louder now and knew he had to just come right out and give him the good news.

He wrapped his arms around Magda’s waist and said, “Awww, are you sure, Cariño? Oohhh... I remember that one. You couldn’t stop touching me after you read that one. Hahaha. We woke up the entire crew that night.”

About halfway through, Magda had gone stiff as a board in his arms and had almost stopped breathing. “A-....Antonio? Is... Is that really you?” Moss could hear the tears again, but knew that these weren’t the same as a few moments ago. “Yes Miguel. It’s me, and... thank you for taking care of me. I know I can be a-mmmh!”

Magda had turned around almost violently quick and knocked them to the floor, desperately capturing Moss in a passionate kiss. He seemed afraid to stop, like Moss would evaporate into dust if he stopped kissing him. Eventually though, Moss managed to pull away to breathe.

Panting, Magda didn’t stop, though Moss managed to keep him isolated to his cheek and neck this time. Magda was trying to talk between kisses, but it came out in panting breaths and broken by breaks to kiss him again. All strung together, it came out a broken version of; “I can’t believe it. It’s a miracle. I was starting to think you’d never come back. How did this happen? When did it happen? Oh Moss! I missed you so much, you have no idea.”

Moss just laughed. “Oh Cariño. It’s okay, calm down. I’m not going anywhere. It just happened today, a few hours ago. I would’ve woken you, but you looked so tired, I didn’t want to bother you.”

“Oh my love, you could never! I’m just so happy to have you back.” Magda sat up and pulled him into a crushing hug, still kissing him as though life itself depended on it.

“Ahahaha. Okay Miguel. Now listen, I Know you haven’t eaten in a while, so I got you some deer, they’re downstairs! Go eat ‘em love! I’ve got a surprise planned for you when you’re done.”

Groaning a little, Magda agreed. As soon as he was gone, Moss got up and made Magda some of his favorite tea. Then he fixed a hot bath for him and mixed in some lemongrass-scented oils to help him relax. It did not take long for Magda to join him upstairs and discover his surprise.

He quickly got undressed and took a long, hot bath. Moss even stayed in the room and read to him from one of Magda’s books, not the medical books of course, but one of his poetry books. Although, he kept having to stop to prevent Magda from falling asleep in the bath.

Eventually, he got Magda out of the bath and helped him to bed. It took him only a minute to put the book away, but by the time he turned around, Magda was passed out.

Moss happily climbed into bed with him and wrapped his arms around his torso, snuggling in close. “Goodnight mi amor. I am sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused you over the past 2 years, but I’m going to spend the next few weeks making it up to you, I promise.” Magda let out a little moan in response. “Hehehe, I love you too Magda.” Moss kissed the back of his shoulder before snuggling back against him to sleep.