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It started on a normal night, all things considered. You're relaxing at home the evening after a long day at work, still feeling frazzled and exhausted, when there's a knock at your door.
Anxious because of an unexpected late-night visitor, you cautiously approach the door and check the peephole. On your porch is a cute guy who looks anxious and a little disoriented, like he'd just gotten out of bed, which is honestly a little believable considering how messy his hair is.
You open the door and realize to your surprise that your visitor is wearing a lab coat that's slightly too big on him, and he's holding a clipboard without any papers in his left hand. He's even more cute up close, in a nerdy way. You'd bet he plays Magic or DnD, something like that.
When you opened the door his face lit up and he took a breath before starting to speak. "Hello! I’m Dr. Charlie Slime and I'm conducting some free routine check-ups around the neighbourhood. Are you interested in one?"
‘Oh, this guy's definitely a LARPer, huh?’ You think, amused. You're more than a little charmed by his crooked smile and bright eyes, and you pause to consider before responding. "What kind of check-up is this, Dr. Slime?"
"Oh, please, call me Charlie!" He exclaims, and despite his jovial tone he seems a little anxious about your questioning. "It's just your typical, run-of-the-mill check-up. You know, Americans have some high blood pressure issues, and not all of us get our... uh.. yyyyear...ly... check-ups? So I'm... uh... doing them. For free. Here. If you want. Hah."
Ah. Not LARP, then. You're being propositioned. You're definitely not opposed to feeling up this guy, you're just not sure if it's the right call to let him in your house right away. If you were at a secondary location though, you'd be all over him.
"That works for me, Doctor," you drawl while leaning against the doorframe. "Do you have a practice anywhere we can do this? It may be a little more efficient than my kitchen."
Charlie looks, if possible, even more awkward at this. His face pinched, he apologizes: "I'm actually between offices right now, but we could probably make your kitchen work."
You do your best to telegraph your discomfort and suggest "I don't think that's a suitable option. Are you sure you don't have anywhere else? Do you live nearby?"
Charlie seems even more uncomfortable and starts shifting on the spot, not quite looking at you but instead at a spot to the right of your head. "Ah.. no. I do not live nearby. I promise I can be chivalrous, if you were to let me in I would... do nothing to make you uncomfortable. Intentionally. On purpose. Probably "
With that, he flashes you a lopsided grin and the crow's feet by his eyes show themselves.
Maybe, probably, almost definitely against your better judgement, your shoulders drop and your smile softens. As worried as you were about this stranger at your door, he's cute as all hell and you know you'd regret it if you turned his stupid cosplay down.
"Sure," you acquiesce, breaking character a little. Opening the door a little further, you spread an arm slightly to beckon him in. His smile turns relieved, and you're glad to have assuaged his anxiety, presumably about being rejected.
"Thank you so much," he says gratefully with a play bow and shuts the door behind him. The moment the latch clicks, he launches at you in a blur of limbs. You hit the ground with an "Oomph!" and at least a few new bruises, but Charlie’s hand cradled the back of your head as it thumped against the ground, sparing you a headache later.
As the unnaturally strong man pins your elbows firmly against the floor of your entryway, you loosen up slightly upon realizing he doesn’t mean to hurt you. “Moving a little fast, huh? At least let me get you a drink first!” you exclaim, but it doesn’t seem to reach Charlie’s ears as he stares intently down at you.
You strain to reach a hand up to the arm pinning yours and gently swipe your thumb along his bare skin, hoping to relax him a little, at this point done with questioning the safety of this man. Charlie finally seems to come back to himself a little, looking very guilty and apologetically shifting his grip to the meat of your upper arms, which is considerably more comfortable for you. With a second thought, he removes his hands again to shuck his polyester lab coat, then returns them to your arms. With your wrists now resting against each other right above your head, you look Charlie in the eyes and flutter your eyelids a little, noticing that you’ll need to lead for a minute or two if you want to actually do anything tonight.
Charlie looks, impossibly , even more confused, but his expression shifts to barely-concealed delight at your invitation. He re-adjusts himself over you, and with an eager expression he gestures at your neck and says “I’ll just… go ahead then.”
You tilt your head to give him better access and slightly incline your hips against his, seeking friction through decidedly too many layers. As he leans down you feel his breath, then his taut smile against the skin where your neck meets your shoulder, and then a sudden, icy pain. You jolt, exclaiming sharply and pushing up against him where his hands grip your arms intensely. Charlie hums against your skin, a soft apology, and within a few moments the pain is replaced by a slight buzz of adrenaline and a pang of arousal as Charlie sucks and licks at the crook of your neck.
“Christ, did you just bite me?” you ask breathlessly, and Charlie makes another soft noise against you, this one questioning. After another moment of lapping, he raises his head and leans forward, and you feel his lips brush the shell of your ear.
“How else was this going to happen, dear? I didn’t hear any suggestions from you,” he purrs, and the sound causes heat to pool in your groin. You barely repress a groan and arch your hips further upward, feeling hazy and a little-light headed and the most turned on you’ve been in your life. It could’ve been the stupidest, and possibly last decision of your life to let this LARPer in your home, but you can’t bring yourself to regret it even though Charlie turned out to be much more aggressive in his pursuits than you’d expected.
Wait. He said he needed to bite you? What?
“What?”
Charlie pauses his ministrations and looks at you strangely, and it’s then that you notice, for the first time, a small bead of blood gathered on the corner of his lips. Okay. He did bite you, that kind of makes sense, but you can smell the cloying, heavy scent of iron and you swear there are a few smears of dark red on Charlie’s jaw. Should you be bleeding that much?
You push one arm gently against his hold and he acquiesces, and you gently probe your neck with your fingers until you find a painful, damp spot with two circular pierce-marks. He did this? How did he do this? Shouldn’t there be a broader bite mark, or does this guy just have crazy long canine teeth?
Charlie had been watching you intently as you investigated, and seemed to be waiting on a decision from you. Feeling a little woozy and socially uninhibited, your arm floats to cup Charlie’s cheek and his eyes flutter shut. You gently press your thumb against his upper lip and push it upwards, revealing a very sharp fang and a little more blood. He flinches back a little, but not before you saw what was behind his lip.
“What’s that for?” he questions, seeming to revert back to his earlier anxiety. This time, it’s covered with a thin veneer of anger.
You start to get a little worried, too woozy to put the pieces together but understanding well enough that something seems off. You gently grab Charlie’s hand with yours and meet his eyes softly, then pout slightly and free your other arm. Prodding at your wound again, you grunt with a slight pain, and then with confusion, finally looking back at Charlie questioningly.
“What… how… did you… what’s happening?”
His gaze softens, then flits through several emotions too quickly to identify and settles somewhere near horrified.
“What do you mean, ‘What’s happening?’ You invited me to drink from you! Are you alright? Fuck, did I take too much? I thought I was taking it easy, oh god you probably need water, don’t you? I’ll go get you some water, stay here. Don’t worry! I’ll be right back.”
His rambling continues slightly as he gets off of you and nearly runs to your kitchen, and as you sit up against the wall you hear water trickling, and then quick footsteps back towards you.
“Here, drink this, you’ll feel better. I’m really sorry, I thought I stopped myself in time but I guess not. Maybe I misremembered the amount. I don’t know, I’m really new to this, fuck, I hope I didn’t mess this up.”
You chug the glass while Charlie talks at a hundred miles per hour, and when you’ve drained it you gently set the cup beside you and look up at Charlie, who’s now crouched in front of you and slightly taller.
“Wait, let me… here,” he says, cradling your head and leaning back into your neck. This time, rather than stimulate the wound, he just gently licks the surface, presumably cleaning the blood which had accumulated there. You thought you should find it a little gross, but can’t seem to care because of the tenderness he’s displaying (and maybe a little bit because of the blood loss.)
He detaches from your neck, which will be one giant bruise in the morning, and pulls back to look in your half-lidded eyes.
“Feeling alright?”
“Mmm… yeah, I guess. Dizzy. Are you a vampire or something?” you joke.
“Uh. Yeah, or something. Hah! Definitely. Good one.”
“Um”
“Yeah. So. Do you want… more water? I’ll go get you more water.” rushes Charlie as he snatches the glass and walks quickly back to the kitchen. You don’t hear water running.
Now that you have a moment to think, this guy might actually be a vampire. Wait, no, that’s stupid. Vampires aren’t real. You think. I mean, it’s technically possible. You’ve read Bram Stoker’s Dracula, maybe they’ve been hiding in their big castles this whole time.
Wait. No. Or yes? God, this is confusing. The facts are that Charlie just bit you with sharp fangs and drank your blood, so it’s as good a guess as any to assume he’s a vampire. Maybe. What if this is just an extension of his LARP thing?
Is he pretending to be a vampire doctor? You ponder this and glance at the rumpled lab coat on the ground, and within a minute Charlie is back, red in the face, with another glass of water. Neither of you speak while you slowly drink this glass, and Charlie settles uncertainly on his thighs, occasionally glancing at the front door with movements that he probably meant to be surreptitious but are really very obvious.
“So are you actually a vampire or is this part of your LARPing?”
“What the fuck is a LARP.”
“Uh, the doctor thing. You know? Where you dress up as a character and act like them and whatever? That’s LARP. Anyway. Are you a vampire?”
“Um, no…
Actually, yeah. Yeah, I am.”
“Alright. I would’ve appreciated a little warning, but I guess that’s okay. As long as we still have sex I don’t really care. Wait, this won’t turn me into a vampire, will it? I’m not okay with that, you’ve really gotta give a person some notice on that one!”
Charlie cuts you off before you can continue by lightly encircling your wrist with his lithe fingers. “No, no this won’t turn you into a vampire. I’m just a spawn, so I can’t do any of the fun stuff. Wait, though, you don’t mind? I thought you knew, and then I thought you didn’t know and you would be mad, but you’re not mad?” Charlie looks genuinely concerned that you’ll be upset over this, which you think is an unfair understanding of your character considering that you were willing to have sex with him within 5 minutes of his appearance on your porch. “Wait, we’re having sex?!” He exclaims incredulously.
It’s hard to tell which one of you starts laughing first, but once the dam breaks it’s impossible to stop. You’re both breathless and doubled over by the time your giggling subsides, and when you glance at each other another peal of laughter spills over.
“You didn’t know we were about to fuck?!”
“ You didn’t know I was a vampire?! I have fangs, for fuck’s sake!”
“Well, maybe your teeth are just like that! Ever think of that?”
“No, I didn’t! Wait, do you think that’ll go over well when I do this? Can I just tell people it’s like… a kink thing?”
“That’s kind of what I thought, so yeah, I’d imagine that would work.”
“Oh my god, you just thought I was like, super sadistic and impatient? I mean, if I wasn’t starving a little, I’d have gotten you to bed before sticking my teeth in your neck, jeez.”
“What do you mean, ‘starving’?!”
“Oh, it’s not that bad. I just haven’t fed in a while. I uh, I only just got turned a few weeks ago, so I’m not really used to the… lifestyle, yet. I haven’t killed anyone! By the way! I don’t want you to think I have, I haven’t. I only take a little blood, it’s just that other animals don’t really do anything, it’s like eating paper. It might fill your stomach for a bit, but there’s just nothing I can actually subsist off of in non-human blood.”
“Oh, that sucks a lot actually. Do other people know that vampires are real? And how do you convince anyone to give you blood?”
“It’s not that bad…” Charlie says awkwardly and glances to the ground. “Not many people believe in vampires, like you. And I don’t really convince people per se, I just kind of… take blood… without killing them… and leave. I definitely can’t show my face around town anymore.”
“Oh god, how much blood do you need? Like in an ideal world, how much would you need to be healthy?”
“I don’t know, honestly. I think a decent serving every couple of days would be enough for me, but it’s hard to tell.”
“Huh. That’s doable.”
Charlie does a double-take at this, and then looks astounded and embarrassed at the same time. “You really don’t have to.. I mean, I appreciate it, but I don’t… I can figure it out, y’know? That’s… so kind, though. Very kind of you.” He trails off, wistful but subdued.
You can’t stand this kicked-puppy look, so you reach a hand out and gently lift his chin with your thumb spanning his cheek. You smile and say, “I’m sure I can manage a pint of blood here and there, as long as it’s going to a good cause.”
Charlie looks at you like you’ve hung the stars. Astonishment, mixed with wonder, mixed with relief washes across his face and he stares, a little dumbly, until stammering a little, then pausing abruptly and bringing his hand up to meet yours.
Whatever else needs to be said can be figured out in the morning, as both of you are quite tired and wander to bed. Charlie makes sure you drink another glass of water and have a small snack before conking out, and then cautiously crawls into bed beside you.
I guess you have a vampire to feed, now. And probably lodge. Maybe you adopted a vampire stray cat, but maybe you also got a vampire boyfriend. Who’s to say?