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It was time. The Gala was finally happening. Tonight. The entire school had been bussing with excitement all week. It didn’t help that I was no closer to finding out what Wednesday Addams was up to this time. It seemed both her and her brother seemed to have a penchant for disrupting order. It was almost enviable. Almost.
I had choosen a blue corset dress, maching with Isadora Capri. We were both teachers at Nevermore, and would occasionally have coffee at the Weathervane. I always found her voice soothing, and her eyes seemed to find me before I found her.
“What’s my favorite vampire thinking about now?” Isadora’s silky voice reached my ears as I heard the door open.
“How much I hate these things.” I motioned to the corset.
“I used to wear one of these everyday for about a hundred years. Then, I threw myself into the ocean wearing one. Unfortunately, I was pulled from the water before I drowned.”
“I know you’re being sarcastic, but you could make your sarcasm a little more clearer of the students.”
“I think I like scaring the students. If just a little.” She laughed, and went to tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.
“I think we should head down.” I said, shying away from her touch. She looped her arm through mine, and we both headed down the stairs to the ballroom.
We were early, but I didn’t care much. I could find a spot, and stay there the entire night watching the festivities. I had chosen the balcony, that way I could see anything happening and intervene if I needed to.
About halfway through the gala, my eyes were drawn to another person on the balcony opposite me. He was wearing a red mask, and a red and black suit. Something about him seemed familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place his face. I felt his eyes on me for a while before I met his gaze. He smiled at me, and his eyes watched my lips as I raised my champagne glass to my lips.
I wanted him to take off his mask, so I could see his face. To see if I knew him. Deep down, I had a feeling I did know him, but haven’t seen him in years or even decades. As a vampire, I meet and leave over a hundred people a year. But for some reason, I was sure I knew him.
I raised my own hand to my mask, taking it off, and gestured for him to do the same. I saw him smile and shake his head. He ran his hand through his hair; I blinked and he was gone. I used my speed, going down the stairs, and running down the hall right below the other balcony. I saw a figure disappear into one of the classrooms. I walked, my heels clicking on the floor.
The door to the classroom was slightly ajar, and I peered into the room. He was standing in front of one of the windows, looking about it at the forest. This was the best room to see the forest, at least on this floor.
“You found me, y/n.” My eyes shot back to him, looking him in the eye. He was still wearing his mask.
“You know my name. Yet I do not know yours.” The way I spoke never really changed since the 1800s. It cost me some friends, and even some boyfriends just because of the way I spoke.
“You know me. We were what you’d call best friends at our time at Nevermore.”
“You were a student here? In the 90s?” That would explain why he chose this classroom. But I was starting to recognize his voice as I stepped close with each passing minute.
“You look exactly the same, as do I.”
“I don’t recall a vampire that looked like you.”
“I’m not a vampire, mon papillon.” He took off his mask, smirking.
I stared at him in shock. In front of me stood Isaac. Isaac Night, who had died over thirty years ago.
“How?” He leaned against the window.
“Pugsley Addams. Seems he earned the same gift his father once had. Brought me back to life as a zombie.” My gaze went from his eyes, to his nose, to his mouth, his hair.
I rushed towards him and hugged him. He stood there, still for a couple seconds before he wrapped his arms around me. I felt him take a deep breath, his breath hitting my shoulder as he breathed out. He held me tighter, pulling me even closer to him.
“I’ve missed you.” I whisper in his ear, my lips brushing against his neck. His hand drop lower on my waist.
Back in the 90s, we were always together. After school, in Iago Tower, as Isaac worked on whatever project occupied his mind, I was there with him. There were multiple rumors that we were a couple, but I never gave them much light. Secretly, I had always been a little bit too in love with him.
But the way he was touching me now, with his hand, was not the way a friend would touch another friend.
“That woman you walked in with, is she your girlfriend?” I lifted my head to look into his eyes. His chocolate brown eyes. The same eyes what made my legs feel like jelly and butterflies swim in my stomach.
“No.” He smiled, and leaned in closer. “Good.”
His lips attached to mine feverishly, his hand gripping my hip, pulling me closer to him as he ran his tongue along my bottom lip. I parted my lips and our kiss turned heated. I had him pressed against the glass of the window, but in one swift motion I was pinned against the glass as our kiss turned even more heated. He tasted like berries and cinnamon, and the faint taste of blood was on his tongue.
My hands still on his neck, I pulled away.
“We should have done that earlier, Night.”
“Yes, much earlier.” He tucked a stray piece of my hair behind my ear.