Cant wait!!

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Oh my god this is so bittersweet

The best of friends...

Sounds like two good friends!

A little so it does not hurt. Any considerate vampire would.

He's dead but Brian suffering from a leech :(

Wait so he normally uses anesthetic

What about Dracula

Agree to reformat

*your punishment

"I thought you didn't have to wait for permission with public spaces?" I asked as I turned off the last of the small computers in the small upstairs area. Gustav waited as only an immortal can, arms crossed behind his back, head bowed slightly, black hair swept back.

"A common misconception," he clarified. Even after centuries in America, there was the faintest hint of his original Swedish still in his voice. "Before we were publicly known, it was Hell trying to visit any library."

"I can only imagine," I said, heading back to the desk, tapping my pockets to make sure I had everything.

"It was a matter of timing," he clarified, looking up, carnelian flashing in his eyes for a moment before vanishing, returning to their normal rich brown. "If I timed it right, someone would be willing to hold the door open for me."

"Small courtesies go a long way," I agreed, nodding, heading towards the vampire. No matter how many times I did this, the moment of thrill as I turned off the light would live with me. Beyond the windows, the lights of the city glittered, distant sparkling topaz, diamond, and emerald. However, I was still alone, in the dark, with an immortal, one who had subsisted on heaven only knew how many lives before artificial blood had been perfected. "Bad timing tonight?" I asked, knowing he could still see me, still knew where I was in the darkness, likely heard the elevation of my pulse.

"Is it so hard to believe Will that I wanted to wait for you? That I enjoy your company?" he asked, cold breath stirring against my right ear. His hand was the cold of a tombstone in winter, but as it wrapped around mine, the chill wasn't the reason I shivered.

"Please, let's get going," I said, knowing I was blushing and wondering what that smelled like to him.

They freaking made their own gosh darn problem.

I looked at the child confused.

“Child you want to play together? Do you know who I am, or why I’m here?”

“No my mom left me here for …. I don’t remember how long, but I want to play. Will you play with me?”

The child didn’t know he had died. It looked to be about 6. It’s a sad sight to see when a child is left to die. I couldn’t do anything for him. I didn’t know what his past was like but now we are here.

“Do you know your name?”

“I think it’s dumb that’s what my mom calls me.”

He smiled at something so sad. This child had done nothing wrong, and still he had a life like this. At this point even my cold dead hands were warm in the eyes of this poor boy.

“Alright let’s play Minecraft child, but you’ll have to teach me ok.”

“That’s ok we will have fun no matter what it’s a little hard to play, but don’t give up.”

People think that death is cold, but you kinda have to be when my job is what it is. Thankfully I can still show compassion. Sometimes death is a kindness. The rest of the time it’s just a part of life.

“Come on mister let’s go we have a lot to build!”

“Alright let’s go!”

I can stop for a bit. Hopefully this one has a better life in heaven. The mother and father I’ll have to deal with them when their time comes. Thankfully I can also be cruel for when time ends for them. Till then I think I have to take my little buddy upstairs after this game of course.

I could see this going for the Dark Hero route. Basically, they are justice but not hope.

YOoooo!

Not sure. An eternal life is maybe better than dying of old age.

She knew you were a vampire when she invited you in, she wanted to be a kindly old grandmother or was tricking you so you didn't harm anyone else. Either way, her plan backfired!

Thank you!

Thanks! I love that movie. I watched it with some work buddies and we refer to it as The Head Squisher movie lol

People underestimate how hard vampire's life is. We have nothing to do in the morning (good luck if you are having insomnia) we have to constantly watch out for garlic, silver , UV light, you name it.

Garlic is specially bothersome. If you live in Italy or the middle east or Mexico you are literally gonna starve to death. Every single human blood is filled with that crap.

And like all that shit was not enough we had to be invited into a house to attack a human. No one is wondering in parks at midnight anymore. And I prefer garlic to blood of a junkie.

And contrary to popular beliefs not all of us are hot sexy charmers. I am an introvert and I hate talking to people.

It all blew up when I went to this old woman's house last week. Stop judging me. I was starving and no one would invite an ugly 6 feet giant into their house.

I saw an old woman watching outside from window. She saw me and waved her hands. So I waved back. Before I know she was at the front door. "Come inside honey! I have pie and hot tea. And it's cold outside."

I thought it was a win-win situation. She was alone and I was hungry. So I came inside. She poured me a cup of tea and served it with a slice of freshly backed apple pie. We talked a little. I didn't want to hurt her so I asked her to turn around. For some reason she was smiling. Then I fed.

So far so good I thought. But it all went to hell from there. Usually my victims were throwing me out of the building. You see, there is something people don't know. We also need permission to exit their house. Yah I know it sounds stupid. Like what idiot would come up with that?

It is usually not that bad though. When you are attacked by something the first thing you say is "leave me alone" or "get out of my house" or something like that. Not this time!

Old hag actually enjoyed her blood being sucked out. I was like : honey I need to go. It will be morning soon. you might die. And she was like: no, I am sure you are still hungry. And giving away some blood is good for my health. So I fed and fed and before you know I was asleep on the couch.

When I woke up it was already morning. I begged her to let me go. Threatened her, sucked her blood without anesthetic, did other evil things but she would not let me go. I stayed at her home for six bloody nights.

So I finally did what I had to! I turned her! Now she is my sidekick and blood child. her name is Greta. Other vampires are laughing at me, "what a hot new blood you got there loser!" But I don't mind. She is annoying as hell and she smells. But hey. You gotta do what you gotta do to survive.

Is just as you said, plus the messy punctuation. As for the story, it feels like it uses or adress the prompt a bit too loosely, compared to the other stories. As if its just an afterthought, if you will.

“Oh, you… You mean to say you sent out that leaflet?” As Leslie slid her visor up, the ill-fitting helmet let out a small creak of protest. She felt her face flush as the lady before her smiled a toothy grin that promised to eat her, although not in which specific way.

“Well, it does get rather lonely out here. And don’t get me wrong: I’m into some rough stuff. Anyone not prepared to slay a dragon is going to have a rather hard time dealing with my particular needs.” Her sheer gown left her scaly hide visible, smooth and hard as her slender dragon snout shifted into a smirk. She slid a claw along her humanoid thigh while purring, “And it looks like I found just the playing I need. Who could have imagined a gryphon’s daughter would answer the call?”

Leslie gulped, knowing her own fur would protect her somewhat, but unsure whose claws would prove sharper. As luck would have it, that’s exactly when the bedroom’s door burst open and the dragon king entered the room.

“Exaline! You’re late to court again! And how many times must I remind you not to send quests to foreign lands asking for someone to rescue the princess from a dragon!? Now go get prepared, you’re the crown princess and expected to rule one day! Leave your plaything here in your room, I’m sure she’ll still be here in a few hours. We have several verdicts to give and I want you there.”

“Aww, Dad…” the dragon princess whined, but smoke billowed from her nose, and her form began to twist and warp within the cloud until she stood, now a quadruped, tall and winged and terrifying to behold. “Please forgive the interruption. Have a bath and wait for me here. Duty calls, but I’ll truly enjoy you when we get back.”

Leslie stared, dumbfounded, as the two dragons left for the throne room. She tapped her lips, casually trying to decide just how far to let this madness go, before making her way into the magnificent bathroom. Golden trim on the onyx fixtures made for a bathroom which was both glimmering and dark at once. The polished stone reflected the light of dozens of candles, and Leslie noticed with some delight that the water was feeding from a nearby hot spring. Soaps of all varieties lined the rim, and she took her time selecting from the different fragrances.

Grime, soot, ash and blood (none of it hers, thankfully) melted away in the hot water, and steam rose around her in wisps as she finally got the last of her long journey removed from her skin. She pulled her hair back in a simple ponytail and drifted, letting the heat and scent of lavender and tea carry her away.

She must have fallen asleep, because she woke up to a very pleased, and very predatory, princess staring at her. The shape she had adopted was much closer to a human this time, but there was no mistaking the heat and desire in her eyes.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. Most knights would have run away, after getting prepared. You simply seem to have prepared yourself for me. Why is that?”

“Well, it’s been an awfully long trip, and it would be a crying shame to leave such a lovely lady wanting. I’m still not sure what to make of all this, or where it will go, but I knew my life was over when I started on this quest. I might as well enjoy seeing all of this to the end. We can decide exactly where to go, together. But for now, I’m sure court drained you, so why not join me for a little while and let me see what I can do to tame the stress you’ve built up deciding the fate of dragons?”

I may regret asking but I'm curious. Why is it difficult to read ? 😅 I wrote this so early this morning I apologize I'm not the best spelling , however any positive criticism is appreciated . As I would love to start writing again. 😸