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“We ready, boys?”
A howl of affirmation rang out through the main hall. Among those voices was Frank Iero, one of the many sophomores in the House of Wolves who were currently ignoring their assignments due tonight. After all, what they were actually doing was much more fun.
“Alright! Get in and out of there as quick as possible. I’m not taking any responsibility If you get your ass kicked.”
“What’s a vampire gonna do against us?!” Someone in the crowd barked.
“That’s for you to find out, if you want.” A murmur in the crowd indicated that they’d rather not find out. Shrugging that off, the horde rushed out of the main hall doors, using strong hind legs to rush at the house across the road.
The Vampire Mansion. Arch rivals of the House of Wolves, and just kind of assholes in general. That’s Frank’s experience with them, anyways. Tonight, they intended to let off some steam after an exam week by egging the entire mansion.
“Fuck yeah!!!” Frank focused his power to his arms, almost crushing the egg he was currently holding as his grip grew stronger. With a howl, he tossed an egg at the front door, perfectly hitting the bat-shaped door knocker.
“Nice shot, dude.” One of the seniors gave him a high five, grinning. Taking that ego boost, Frank decided to try and aim for some of the old statues that lined the rooftops, hoping they wouldn’t shatter upon impact. He was debating on which one to hit first, when…
“HEY!” An unfamiliar voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up at the source of the noise, ears perked up.
“What the hell are you wolves doing??” The owner of the voice was standing about three levels up, peering out of his window with a disapproving glare. Frank squinted, hoping his night vision would kick in and let him get a better look at the other boy.
He was dressed to the nines, which Frank found odd. He wore a black and red robe with a white dress shirt underneath, along with a strange medallion that caught Frank’s eye. He quickly looked away from it, in case it had some kind of curse. He didn’t know if vampires could curse things, but he wasn’t about to find out tonight. Instead, he focused on the boy’s face.
He was pale, even for a vampire. His jet black hair being a stark contrast to his skin color. He was like the color of cauliflower. Frank fucking hated cauliflower.
But he didn’t hate this guy’s face, not at all. Maybe it was the light, or the lack thereof, but something about the way this boy looked managed to derail Frank’s entire train of thought.
So, naturally, he threw an egg at the boy’s face.
His aim is usually horrendous, so he had no idea how he managed to hit the guy at all, let alone hit him square in the face. Everything seemed to go still for a moment. The other werewolves stopped pelting the house with eggs, the boy didn’t move to clean off his face, and Frank was rooted to the ground in shock.
His first instinct was to run up and apologize, and probably offer to pay for his next three meals, as the usual werewolf apologizes go. But this was different. This was a stranger, a vampire, at that. This guy would kill him if he tried to run up to him now. So, to him, the only other option was to do the very opposite.
With a yelp, he focused his energy to his legs, bolting back to the House and refusing to glance back until he knew he was safe inside. He leaned against the closed door for a moment, his heavy breathing breaking the silence of the main hall. Catching his breath, he let out a deep sigh, reverting back to his humanoid form.
“Boo.” Frank tensed up, throwing a punch in the general direction of the voice. His fist was promptly caught with equal strength.
“Oh!” Every werewolf had a different way of stopping a punch. It was an easy identifier for them, which, to Frank, really proves they need to stop trying to punch each other all the time. “Hey, Ray.”
“Welcome back.” Ray grinned, letting go of Frank’s fist. “Everyone else still out there?”
“Yeah, I just, uh-“
“-just came running in here with your tail between your legs. I saw!” Ray laughed. “What happened? You get bit or something?”
“Well, I-“
Before he could try to explain, the doors flew open, knocking Frank down as a stampede of half-shifted werewolves made their way back into the main hall.
“FRANK! That was fucking crazy, man!” One of the seniors laughed, giving him a pat on the back while Ray helped him up.
“Seriously! That was such a clean shot! Oh god, you shoulda seen that guys face-“
“Well, you couldn’t really see his face, cuz there was egg all over it-“
“Shut up, you get the point!” A small crowd of upperclassmen had formed, all trying to tell their own rendition of what had happened.
“He was pissed, dude! He said he was gonna suck us dry, or something.”
“Pat made sure to make a penis joke.”
“Yeah, he set us up for that penis joke.”
“Dude-and his face after the penis joke was fuckin PRICELESS!”
“Holy shit Frank, it was like nobody had ever told him to suck a dick before.”
“Aren’t vampires supposed to be old as shit? How has this dude gone this long without hearing a penis joke. That’s insane.”
“Yeah, that sounds like something, alright…” Frank murmured. The others didn’t seem to hear him, though, already having moved on to discuss something else. Ray took that chance to drag Frank upstairs, back to their room.
“So…you hit a vampire in the face? And you wonder why I never go out with you guys.” Ray laughed, closing the door. The walls were surprisingly good at blocking out sound. It was probably built like that, since werewolves tend to be loud as hell.
“Ugh…” Frank groaned, collapsing on his bed. “I didn’t even mean to! What if that guy wants to kill me now?!”
“I mean, even if he wants to, he’s probably not gonna kill you.” Ray shrugged. “Hell, you probably won’t even see him again. When would you even have a class together?”
“That’s true…” Werewolves and vampires hardly ever saw each other on campus. Even in Gen Ed classes, the only classes they would realistically have together, it wasn’t common. Vampires tend to take late night classes, while werewolves went for early morning classes. The only time they would ever meet is…
“Ray. Ray, what about art? That’s during twilight.”
“Just call it dusk, dude…”
“I’ll be damned if some random human takes that word from me!” Frank rolled his eyes.
“Whatever. Anyway, that’s one class! So on this whole campus, of all the classes to take during…dusk, this specific vampire that you egged is gonna be there? Doesn’t that sound like a reach?”
“…it does, doesn’t it?” Frank smiled. Ray was always good at calming him down, somehow always having the right thing to say.
“Relax, Frank. You’ll be fine! Besides, you got your fifteen…well, I wouldn’t say fifteen minutes, I don’t think their attention span lasts that long…fifteen seconds of fame!” Ray pointed downstairs, where the faint chatter of the pack could still be heard.
“You’re right, you’re right.” Frank chuckled.
“You good?”
“Yeah, thank you.”
“Cool. Now get some rest! We have an 8am class tomorrow.” Ray turned off the lights, crawling into his bed.
“G’night, Ray.” Frank yawned. His anxiety was already leaving his mind as he fell asleep. Maybe in a few years, if he even remembered this, he’d pass down the inconsequential story of how he accidentally hit some random vampire with an egg his sophomore year. Just some funny part of the past.
“It’s no big deal.” He whispered to himself, drifting off to sleep. “No big deal at all.”