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“And that’s how we met…” the vampire was holding an old portrait sketch of another young Vampire, with pigtails, and a notable heart shaped mark on her cheek. “…it was her birthday on the night I was supposed to break her heart, but… she had to flee town, and I never saw her again…”
He looked down at the picture, Draculaura, he remembered. From what his friend was saying she seemed nice. He felt bad about his friend losing out on a good meal, but he was also glad that she escaped the heartbreak. He knew his friend had to eat, everyone did. So he wasn’t gonna judge, no point in getting mad at the lion for eating the gazelle. But he could still feel bad about it…
“…maybe it’s a good thing, she seems nice, she doesn’t deserve that. Well, no one does but- …you know what I mean.” He always seemed to have trouble articulating how he felt, especially when it came to his best friend. Which maybe one of the reasons he hasn’t told him that- “I suppose you’re right…” the vampire looked, disappointed, in a way that told him his friend believed him, but didn’t want to.
“Still can’t believe your defence against her being a witch was that she was too ‘kind and pretty’” he tried to lighten the mood, using a sing song voice on the last line.
“It was a different time!” The vampire defended himself. “If I had to call you Sweet and handsome to save you from being hung, you wouldn’t be complaining.”
…he was just gonna ignore how his friend had just implied he thought he was ‘sweet and handsome.’ Didn’t have the time to unpack that…
“Oh so you must think I’m sooo ugly and mean…?” He teased his friend, leaning into his face with a raised eyebrow. “Well If you’re gonna keep making fun of me…”
They both got comfortable in a fit of giggles. These were his favourite moment, nothing special, just existing together.
Truth was, he had been madly in love with the Vampire since the day they met, 3 years ago. He had seen the poor boy trip over his own 2 feet and nearly throw himself into a lake of water, luckily, he was there to catch the vampire. And when he looked into his bright pink eyes… let’s just say the clumsy Vamp wasn’t the only one who fell that day. They quickly got on like a forest on fire. He made sure to ask for the other boys number, and they had been practically glued to each other’s side since. And in the beginning Spelldon had planned on telling his crush how he felt, but then… he found out the boy wasn’t a normal Vampire, he was an emotional one. He fed off of broken hearts, Ghouls broken hearts… when he found out, the Vampire was scared the witch was mad, and was going to leave him. But he couldn’t… he couldn’t blame his friend for not wanting to starve. And he couldn’t stop loving him, no matter how much it hurt.
“hey Val-“
Before he could finish his sentence, The old Landline phone started ringing through the room.
“Ah, hold that thought!” His friend held up a finger towards him to stop him speaking. The vampire got up from the heart shaped couch they were sitting on to go answer his phone. He sat down in his heart shaped chair, in front of his desk with his heart shaped phone on it.
…gods he loved how dramatically on theme this Vamp was. If it wasn’t hearts, it was roses. Everything in the Vamps room was romance themed, with reds and pinks. and it’s not like he did it to keep up his reputation. The witch was the only one he invited over, So the aesthetic was genuine, which he thought was really cute.
He watched the vampire pick up the phone, and by doing so, breaking the heart in half. it felt poetic. Is it weird to relate to a phone?
The Vamp answered the phone with his classic “Valentine, how may I romance you?” In a attempt at a Southern Belle accent, made him more charming apparently. he snorted a laugh and rolled his eyes at the cringe line. But that didn’t stop him from thinking of 1000 ways to answer it…
“WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO ON THE PHONE?!” Came the yelling from the other side of the house and through the phone. The Vampire jumped up at the sound. That’s the problem with still using an old landline- “MOM! I GOT IT! Jeez…” your mother could join a 3-way call anytime she wanted. Valentine’s mother was, overbearing, to say the least… she wanted her son to be a good heartbreaker, but she also couldn’t help wanting to get in his way. It was painful to watch.
Val held the phone back up to ear and his eyes widened at the voice on the other side, “DraculaurAHH” his friends cute bewildered voice turned into a yelp as he tried to sit back in his chair, and tipped it all the way backwards to the floor.
He covered his mouth to try and Stop Val from seeing him chuckle at his friends failure. “Nice one Casanova.” He teased anyway. Valentine gave him a displeased look, but ignored his comment, continuing his conversation. “Ah sugar! I have been waiting ages to hear your sweet buttery tones-“
“WHO ARE YOU TALKING TO ON THE TELEPHONE?!” Val’s attempts at flirting got interrupted again by ‘the devil’ as Spelldon, mentally, referred to her as. “MOM! GET OFF THE LINE!” Gods, it was like watching a car crash…
The vampire got up and started to walk around. “You want me to transferred to Monster High? Surely, anything for you Darlin’!” He knew it was all an act, a fake persona to lure in prey. …but it didn’t make him any less jealous. He wished one day he could get that sweetheart treatment from Valentine, even if it was fake, even if he ended up with a numb and broken heart. Maybe then it would hurt less…
“YOU HEAR ME? If you don’t cleanup all this batguna!”
“yes Mom! Chores first! HANG UP!” It was truly a show to watch Val go back and forth from his Romantic character to his true self. he was probably one of the only monsters who got the privilege of seeing who Valentine was under all the social makeup. The vampire’s romantic side was sweet, even if it did always ended in tragedy. but it was the squeaky voice cracks, and the somehow always genuine melodrama that he truly fell in love with.
“apologies.” The vampire quickly went back to the phone. His friend soon finished the conversation, and excitedly turned around to face him. Val opened his mouth to speak but before he could get a word out- “IF YOU DON’T CLEAN UP YOUR BATGUNA, IT’S SUNLIGHT FOR YOU SON!” The Vampire physically flinched at the loud noise, “YES, MOM, I KNOW!” His friend matched her in volume. the cute boy rolled his eyes before they landed back on him, making eye contact again, they shared a giggle.
“it was her! The ghoul I was just talking about, she wants me to go to her school!” Val finally got out without interruption. And he swears he didn’t mean to sound so jealous when he responded “…how lovely” through gritted teeth.
“…what makes her so special anyway? You know, besides being ‘the one who got away’” he couldn’t help but question. I mean from what he heard, she seems like any other Ghoul Val would tempt into disaster.
“Because she has the Biggest Heart of any monster I have ever seen!” The Vamp dramatically waved his arm as he was talking, to emphasise his point. Valentine had completely dropped the accent and flirting, back to his true excitable personality, the one that he adored.
“…and that matters, why…?” I mean, he supposes that he already knows, if you’re a creature that feeds off love, bigger heart, means more lunch, I guess…
“Ah Because! She could be the one!” Val said it like the situation was obvious, but he just looked at his friend confused. “…the one for what, Val?”
Valentine dramatically sighed, tilting his head back like he was bored. “The one to fix me!” The boy motioned to himself, like it wasn’t already obvious who he was talking about.
“…Fix what? You don’t need fixing Val” he was just getting more and more confused, he got that Valentine needed to eat, but this was obviously more than that. Why did his friend think he needed to be ‘Fixed’?
“Fix this- This Hunger!” Val put his hands over his stomach, and while the performance was obviously for the drama, you could still see the real pain hidden in it. “All these years I’ve been feeding on hearts, no matter what I do, I always feel empty…” the boy walked over to the cabinets at the end of his room. A morbid display of trophies, years of broken hearts. “But this one, maybe if I get hers, I’ll finally feel, complete.” The Vampire stared into the glass doors sternly. “…and all this won’t hurt anymore…” his friends voice made him depressed just hearing it, and He had a feeling Val wasn’t just talking about the hunger…
“…and how’s that gonna work?” He should really stop asking questions, but he always was a curious one. Luckily he wasn’t a cat. The vampire turned back around to face him. “Like any other heart. I fill it completely with love, then I break it…” if that was the case, his heart must be able to be snapped like a twig. And he couldn’t help but pick up on the discomfort the last words obviously left in Valentine’s mouth. He had to ask.
“If it never seems to work, have you ever thought, that maybe, it’s not what you’re meant to be doing?”
The Vamp raised his head up to look at him curiously, with a little pout. Cute…
“it has to be! It’s what emotional vampires do!” His friend defended himself. “And This can’t be a coincidence! you’re a witch right Spelldon, you believe everything happens for a reason, why would I get that call right now! when we were just talking about her, if it wasn’t destiny?” He looked down, avoiding Val’s gaze, it was impossible to think straight when looking into those pretty eyes… “…I suppose you’re right…” he admitted defeat. Maybe he was really just jealous and the heartache was making him go looking for excuses. He leaned back against the couch. “I just… something seems off about this Val, I don’t know if I trust it…” it was true, his gut instinct was telling him that something was seriously wrong, but then again, his instincts also made him fall madly in love with a Manster who could never love him back, so, maybe he had lost it…
The vampire looked like he was actually considering his words carefully. Valentine would never admit it, but it was obvious he cared about Spelldon’s opinions. The vampire quickly shook his head, like he was trying to throw off the thoughts he didn’t want to acknowledge. He watched his friend walk over to the door with his head down. “It doesn’t matter, you know what i have to do, what I am, …I can’t change that …I’m sorry Spell.” The Vampire’s voice was melancholic, soft and genuine in its delivery. The other boy exited the room and Spelldon was left alone, with only the crackling fireplace for company.
…well that wasn’t completely true.
He looked over to the cabinets of trophies. He finally got up from his seat and walked over to it, staring into the glass like his friend had done earlier. Of course He felt bad for the poor ghouls, but selfishly? He felt worse for himself… his gaze shifted, looking from the broken hearts and into his own eyes reflection.
He couldn’t help but think his own shattered heart would be sitting amongst them one day, whether Valentine meant for it to happen or not…
———
Somehow he found himself standing outside a big & old purple brick building. Monster high.
Standing a little off to the side of him, was his best friend. Who is currently being swarmed by Ghouls gushing over him. It didn’t help that Valentine was playing into the attention, posing dramatically and flirting with them.
He couldn’t help but roll his eyes, I mean sure, Spelldon had enough self-respect to admit he would be the first in line to present his essay “Kieran Valentine, the most attractive Manster ever: a thesis.” But- actually he couldn’t defend himself, little did anyone, including Valentine himself, know that his best friend, Spelldon, was actually his biggest simp. He just wasn’t brave enough to act on it.
Once Valentine had finished refuelling his ego, they finally started walking into the school building, seeing even more Ghouls flustering over the vampire next to him. he Tried not to judge them, he hated being a hypocrite, after all, he was the only one currently following Valentine around like a lost duckling or puppy who had found their new favourite person. He jokes, but, it was an accurate description… he didn’t have to follow the vampire here, Val had never asked for Spelldon to come, but of course he tagged along anyway…
Before he could get anymore lost in his thoughts, an another Ghoul, an orange werecat he noted, came up to Val.
“I’m Toralei.” She introduced herself, and Spelldon already didn’t trust it… his friend straightened his posture, ready to put on his full charming act again. “pleased to meet you, Darlin’ I’m Val-“
“Valentine, yes. I know all about you.” She interrupted. Dragging out her last words. He saw Val fight back his surprise. An Unnoticeable action to anyone who didn’t know all his quirks, not like Spelldon did.
“I see my reputation proceeds me.” The Vamp played along well, he’ll give him that.
“And I know you’re here for Draculaura’s heart.” The werecat, Toralei he corrected, accused. It was then both of the boys couldn’t hold back their shock. He Looked over at Valentine with wide eyes, waiting for his response.
“Hush now!” He watched Val put his hands up in defence, and walk backwards over to a wall. Hiding behind it. Toralei calmly followed. Spelldon was too stunned to remember to follow his friend. Probably a good thing… he couldn’t quite overhear the conversation, but he could see Valentine’s dramatic reactions from where he was standing. He was sure his face turned sour when he saw the Ghoul grab his friend by the jaw, turning his head to where she wanted him to look. And if looks could kill she’d be dust on the floor the moment she pet the Vampire’s cheek.
And he could handle his own jealousy, he had done so a thousand times over the last 3 years, but it was the fact Valentine also looked uncomfortable with the interaction that made him really upset.
He somehow managed to continue to stand and wait for Valentine and Toralei to finish talking, without popping a blood vessel or two. when finally, Val walked back over to him.
“Ok so, weird news and bad news.” The vampire sure always knew how to open a conversation. “Go on…?” Spelldon invited him to continue with a curious voice. “Sooo apparently Toralei was the one to call me, she’s a good copy cat I’ll give her that.” Well, there was one shoe. “Annndddd, she wants me to break Draculaura’s heart, because apparently she wasn’t invited to the birthday party.” And there was the other… he knew something was off about this.
“I haven’t heard of something that petty since a Fairy didn’t get invited to a baby shower.” he mumbled And Val looked up at him confused. “What…?”
“Nothing, go on.”
“And bad news is-“ that wasn’t the bad news? “Draculaura has a boyfriend.” He blankly stared down at his friend.
…good. Was his first thought.
That isn’t gonna stop you, is it? Was his second.
“…well, we tried, let’s go home.” He attempted anyway and started to turn around and walk away, hoping his friend would follow, but instead of footsteps he heard-
“Clawd doesn’t have a romantic tuft of fur on his whole body, he’s no threat.” He stopped his stride suddenly, Processing the words coming from behind him. “That’s what Toralei said, I still have a chance.” …and it broke Spelldon’s heart to hear how desperate his friend sounded. Valentine really thought this would make everything right in his little world. Spelldon didn’t believe it, but Val did. And he was too weak for this…
He let a deep sigh escape him. “…you’re really not gonna let this go, are you…?” He didn’t even turn back around to talk to his friend’s face. He couldn’t bear to look at it, didn’t want Val to see his either…
“…please… you understand, right…?”
And the sad thing was, he did. Spelldon didn’t have any ground to stand on with this. There was barely any research on emotional vampires he could find, and you best believe that he looked. So he could only trust what Valentine and his mother, the only emotional vampires he knew, had said. They had to harvest broken hearts to survive. And all the gods knew he wanted Valentine to live. …but that didn’t mean he had to like it…
“…good luck then…” Deciding he couldn’t follow his best friend around anymore. he continued to walk away, not looking back.
He didn’t want Valentine to see him cry.
———
Spelldon was weak.
He stuck around to watch the chaos unfold in front of him. He was leaning against the lockers down the hallway from where Valentine and Draculaura were. looking at his friend romance a poor Ghoul who had no idea what was coming for her.
He felt bad for the little pink Vampire with pigtails, so full of innocent joy. Yet he selfishly felt worse for himself… he knew this would all end in tragedy, for both of them, it seemed. And yet he couldn’t take his eyes away from it.
he watched on, seeing his 3 year long crush summon hearts with his illusion magic, Spelldon’s witch self couldn’t help but admire its beauty. while the emotional Vampire was also saying words laced with sweet lies, his specialty, it seemed.
He was thinking foolishly, he was self-aware enough to know that, but it didn’t stop him… He was starting to wonder, would mine be enough…? If she can’t cure you of this curse, can I? Oh how Spelldon would gladly serve his heart on a golden platter, if it meant his Valentine never went hungry again. He had a bleeding heart for the vampire , if only he was the type to drink blood…
…His stomach felt empty, yet his throat felt tight. Is this how Val felt…? This… aching, for something more. he couldn’t breathe, and his eyes hurt from holding back tears. Would it take your pain, if you took my heart? Would it help us both? if you harvested my undying love so I never had to feel this torture again?
He saw Valentine walking off down the corner with his poor victim. He couldn’t even bring himself to feel bad for her anymore. He was just jealous. It was stupid, it was sick and twisted, and he’s sure he was going crazy, if he wasn’t already, but…
Spelldon walked away, going the opposite direction of the vampires, down the long hallways, thinking,
‘That should be me…’
It was the next day and he was aimlessly walking the hallways, looking down in shame, When he ran into Valentine again, …He admits he’d been avoiding the other boy, being smart enough to try and not hurt himself even more. But He stopped in his tracks to see Draculaura hanging off his friend’s shoulder. And he could tell something was wrong…
“Ah Spelldon, fancy seeing you here.” Val sounded nervous, his charming accent fading, not unusual when they were alone, but he’d never let it slip when they were in public, not unless…
“Valentine… what did you do…?” He interrogated sternly.
The Vampire let out an anxious chuckle, something he only did when he knew he messed up and Spelldon would be pissed. Spelldon then took notice of the smaller vampire clinging onto Val’s arm like a lifeline. He could sense magic on her, strong magic…
He looked into her eyes and she stared right through him. Realisation dawned on him, eyes wide he looked back up to his friend.
“Val… you didn’t…” he tried to sound mad, he knew he just sounded disappointed. The vampire had enough sense to look guilty.
“I-“ he stuttered trying to explain himself. “I’m sorry, I had to alright!” he defended.
That confirmed it then, Valentine had hypnotised her… he knew Val had the ability, he’d just never seen it in person before. Val said he didn’t like doing it because it put an unnecessary time limit on the heart he was after. 3 days… if he couldn’t harvest the heart within three days it would disappear forever, leaving the victim numb to feeling anything ever again… and maybe Spelldon was insane for thinking he wouldn’t mind that, but Draculaura didn’t deserve such a fate. having a broken heart was bad enough, but if Valentine couldn’t pull through, all this would be for nothing…
“…are you sure about this Val…?”
“…yes, I’ve done it before, it’ll be fine…” the vampire didn’t sound like he was convincing anyone. Spelldon couldn’t keep quiet about it anymore.
“…Val, …I don’t like this, it’s not right.” He finally admitted how he truly felt, stepping closer to valentine, like his mere presence would talk some sense into his friend.
“Spell, you said you understood, you said you wouldn’t judge.” The vampire was more serious than Spelldon had ever heard him, he sounded slightly annoyed too.
“I know, but-“ he tried to argue back, but got cut off quickly.
“Then stay out of my way.” he had never heard Valentine so mad at him before. Spelldon was left standing stunned as The vampire sidestepped him and continued down the hallway, with his ‘Ghoulfriend’ following beside him, filling the same space where Spelldon would normally be…
“…alright then…” he said after the vampires were already long gone, Talking to no one but himself. Continuing to stare forward at where his friend just stood. He finally remembered he had legs, and left…
When he was walking down the main hall he overheard a conversation between some ghouls.
“I’ve never seen a monster with powers like his!” He looked up in surprise, was that..? “One arrow won’t be strong enough to break the spell!” It was, it was Cupid. he knew her because of who his mother was. All the Greek gods had occasional ‘family gatherings’ where they would get together for lunch. It was nice, but Spelldon wasn’t much of a socialite, so he didn’t talk much. But Cupid always made sure to say hi to him. he remembered the last time they spoke, she said she was going to Monster High, so he shouldn’t be too surprised to see her here.
What he was surprised to see, was her pointing her godly weapon up at his friend, well, more likely the Ghoul standing next to him.
“Use two then! We’re running out of time!” Said a werewolf Ghoul standing next to the love Demigod.
Spelldon was smart enough to know what was happening, they were trying to override Valentine’s love magic with Cupid’s. He had two minds about this…
On one hand, maybe he should help, after all, Draculaura really didn’t deserve any of this. But on the other, he knew his friend was just trying to survive, and he would feel bad interfering with that…
He decided to just stay back and watch. Cupid tried to take her shot, but the werecat from earlier, Toralei, knocked her with a paper plane, making her miss. her arrows went flying in all directions, bouncing off the walls before landing on a werewolf boy, he assumed it was that Clawd Val had mentioned earlier. and Cupid herself.
“…That went well.” Came the sarcastic voice of a mummy Ghoul. Spelldon had to agree.
He walked away comprehending what just happened, and he remembered what Cupid said, Valentine’s magic was so powerful that she’d need at least two arrows to override his hypnosis. His friends powers were stronger than a godly weapon…
He was the son of a goddess of magic, Spelldon himself was a witch that was attracted to strong magic.
He knew it wasn’t the right time but,
…He couldn’t stop the hot blush from painting his face.
———
Spelldon, because he obviously couldn’t help himself, had somehow ended up at Draculaura’s birthday party. Also known as ‘Valentine’s Day’ because apparently Valentine was just as endearingly stupid 400 years ago, as he was now. Giving a Ghoul a holiday as a gift, under his own name, because, ‘it would be His perfect day’ …Valentine really thought this would all work out for him, didn’t he? Spelldon hoped so, for the sake of his friend.
He had to admit, it was a pretty cool party. But He was sure he looked like a fish out of water, just standing there waiting for something to happen. Probably for Valentine to break Draculaura’s heart so they could finally go home, Valentine doesn’t even want him here, so he still doesn’t understand why he’s stuck around. …ok that’s a lie. He knows, he knows it’s because he can’t help but love the disaster that was Kieran Valentine.
While he was standing around alone, looking like a total loser, he noticed Toralei up on the catwalks, with Cupid’s bow and arrows. That can’t be good… and that’s when the werecat started randomly shooting at the monsters below her.
‘What the-‘ Spelldon quickly ducked out of the way hoping to avoid the chaos, he’d already been shot by Cupid’s arrow once, even if metaphorically, he didn’t need to go though it again.
He continued to watch the mess unfold from behind a table, hoping to think of a way to stop it. But it seems he didn’t have to. he saw the ghouls from earlier, Draculaura’s friends he concluded, interfere with her troublemaking. He looked up as a Frankenmonster grabbed the bow and broke it, releasing everyone from its magic.
He breathed a sigh of relief, and got out from behind the table now that it was safe.
He really wanted to get the Hell out of here, but he didn’t wanna leave without his friend, he didn’t care what valentine had said, he was going to go look for him.
When he found Valentine, he was with Draculaura still. It Didn’t seem like he’d harvested her heart yet. Guess he’d have to wait a little longer before they got to go.
He had a feeling he should just stay back to observe from a distance. So he looked on as The werewolf boy, Clawd, came up to the Vampires, he was Draculaura’s boyfriend before Valentine interfered, and Spelldon was sure Val was about to get himself into trouble again, but what else was new?
“Draculaura? I have a birthday gift for you.” The Werewolf held up a cardboard box for her. But Valentine was obviously having none of it.
“Get along, little doggy. She made her choice, ya dig?” Came the silly southern accent. “I don’t even know why you try. A mangy mutt like you could never make a ghoul like Draculaura happy.”
Oh Gods, his friend was about to get his ass beat. His suspicion was confirmed when Clawd tried to charge the vampire with a “that’s it! It’s on!” And he was just about to step in to save Val, because even if he probably deserved it, Spelldon didn’t want to have to drag his friend home in a body bag.
But Valentine seemed to be more than capable of defending himself, with just a swipe of his hand, Clawd had dropped the box and was pinned up against the wall with the vampire’s magic.
…and Spelldon was freak enough to admit that made him blush.
He tried to pay attention to the rest of the conversation.
“Let me down! You don’t know anything about her! I did make her happy!” Clawd defended himself. “Draculaura! Look in the box!” The werewolf yelled down at them, and Draculaura did actually kneel down to look into the box, of what seemed like sentimental items. the little pink vampire looked at all the items, then She looked up at Clawd as the magic over both of them broke. Once the werewolf was let down they ran into each other‘s arms.
Spelldon thought it was sweet, he was happy for them. But then he remembered why he was over here in the first place. He looked over at his friend’s astonished face, he felt bad, he thought it was for the best, but he still knew Val wouldn’t be too happy about it. But before he could go comfort him, Draculaura made a determined stride over towards her new ex.
“You know what, Valentine?” Her walking was making him back up towards a pit of pungent slime. Oh no… “it’s time everyone knew how much your love Stinks!” And Valentine did what he always did best, tripped over himself, almost flying backwards into the pit.
Before Spelldon could even think about what he was doing, he rushed over and grabbed onto Valentine’s arm, holding him just out of reach above the pit.
Valentine looked up at him with the same wide eyes he fell in love with the day they met. Val’s mouth was hanging open, but he didn’t say anything as Spelldon helped the cute Vampire to his feet again. They just stood there, staring into each other‘s eyes for a moment.
…and then he pushed him.
Valentine screamed as he fell back into the smelly lake. He smirked down at his friend as the vampire tried to whip the slime off of himself. Val looked up at him confused and offended, before Spelldon just turned around and walked away.
———
Spelldon was just outside the party, in the hallway of the catacombs. He removed his jacket and leaned against a wall, a common past time of his, it seemed.
He didn’t have to wait long before Valentine was kicked out of the party room door. The Vampire was still covered in slime, as expected. His friend finally looked up at him surprised.
“…you’re still here…?” The Vamp questioned as he got up.
“course I am, can’t just leave you like this, can I?” He held up his jacket for his friend to take. Valentine look down at it confused.
“…that well be a mess if it touches me.” Spelldon rolled his eyes and brought the jacket up to wipe his friend’s face down.
“Yeah well, you’ve always been a mess Val, and yet I’ve kept you around this long, haven’t I?” He smiled down at the vampire as he tried his best to clean him off with the fabric. The vampire let himself be pampered, but was still obviously confused.
“…why did you save me, just to push me in, …and then this…?” The vampire question, as Spelldon finished cleaning him as best as possible, the now matted hair made Val more reminiscent of a wet cat than a vampire. He put his jacket around the cute boy, he remembered the question, and He didn’t have to think too hard about the answer.
“It’s my natural instant to want to care for you,” he admitted. “…but I considered you might deserve it.” He gave Val a teasing smirk.
The Vampire just sighed in defeat, looking down ashamed. “I was a real pain in the fang to everyone, wasn’t I?” The boy looked back up at him with apologetic eyes. “Including you, I’m real sorry, Spell.”
He gave his favourite Vampire a soft smile. “It’s okay Val, and… I’m sorry you missed out on lunch, I guess?” They were both so used to being around each other, that even the awkward laughs were comfortable.
“Well, seems like I won’t be breaking any more heart anytime soon.” the Vamp sounded so disappointed in himself. “my powers are all gone.” Valentine proved it by trying to make an illusion and failing. Ok, now Spelldon felt bad… Val then gestured to himself. “And no one is gonna love me like this.”
Spelldon had an easy solution to that.
“…well… I wouldn’t say no one…” he didn’t even try to hide the love he knew was in his eyes. Luckily he didn’t have to say anything more, as The other boy seemed to pick up on it.
“…you…?” The vamp looked up at him bewildered, he just softly nodded in response. “…how long…?” he was ashamed He didn’t have to think about that.
“…if I said since the day we met?” He confessed. His friend looked like he was about to cry.
“…and, even now…?” His cute vampire looked so scared that the answer would be no. Spelldon was more than happy to relieve his anxiety,
“…more than ever.” He knew damn well he must’ve looked so lovesick. Finally being able to admit it after all these years.
The vampire did start crying at that. “I- I don’t want to take your love…” he knew it wasn’t a rejection, it was concern. Valentine had only ever broken hearts, to feed off of them. And he obviously didn’t want that for Spelldon.
But He was having none of that, he had waited this long, and he wasn’t gonna waste the opportunity now that it was in front of him.
He gently grabbed his vampire by the jaw, making the cute boy look up at him. Val let out a soft gasp of surprise at the action, but didn’t pull back.
“…you wouldn’t be taking it.” Spelldon leaned in closer, and whether Val meant to or not, he was moving closer too. A breath apart.
“I’d be giving it to you.”
Their lips met, and it was like everything clicked into place, everything finally seemed right in the world. Valentine practically melted into his arms, going weightless like Spelldon’s kiss had taken all the tension from the vamp’s body, And maybe it had. Luckily, Spelldon was used to holding his Valentine. Val was also grabbing onto every part of him he could reach, like their first kiss would also be their last, and the smaller boy was trying to make it last forever by clinging onto him, just in case.
And he swears he didn’t mean for the kiss to deepen so much, but his cute little vampire must be starving, so he let it continue, at least, …that was his excuse.
So They stood there in each other’s arms, making out in the catacombs like nothing else mattered to them, because it didn’t.
Spelldon was running out of breath before it looked like it was going to stop. So he reluctantly pulled away just enough to breathe again. And That’s when he realised his mistake.
“Gods, you do actually reek.” he admitted with a giggle, the Vampire looked at him offended, and gave him a playful slap on the chest.
“And whose fault is that?!” His friend? Boyfriend? And wasn’t that a thought. Screeched at him. He laughed and took his vampires hand.
“Come on, I know a potion bath that’ll help.” They gave each other the softest loving smiles, and headed out of the catacombs.
They were leaving the school building, Walking down the footpath next to the road. Finally back to their normal bantering, when Valentine grabbed his stomach contemplatively.
Spelldon reached out for him, “are you okay?” He asked concerned.
“…I don’t feel it anymore, that aching hunger.” Val looked over at him with a terrified expression. “I didn’t? Did-“ he didn’t let valentine finish panicking before he reassured him.
“No.” He comforted his love. “No, I’m pretty sure I still have my heart, I’m still madly in love with you at least.”
Valentine breathed a sigh of relief, before realising what Spelldon had said and started blushing. Despite the shy blush, the vampire still looked confused.
“But… then how…?”
“Remember how I said that, maybe breaking hearts isn’t what you’re meant to be doing?” He looked over at his vampire, and he should’ve felt embarrassed about how much love he was sure was in his gaze. Valentine looked up at him with the cutest bewildered expression, not for the first time today. “Maybe this is what you were made for.” He suggested softly, trying to cradle his Valentine in his words.
But before the intimate moment could continue, he noticed a pink and black car come speeding down the muddy driveway. He moved his body to shield his vampire from becoming dirtier. He already felt bad enough for earlier.
Yet he still was left in shock when he got covered in mud.
Valentine and him shared A look of stunned silence, before they both burst out laughing.
“And that’s why the lady always walks on the inside of the footpath.” The vampire teased in an old-fashioned voice.
“at least now we’re both a mess.” He joked back, with a smile so wide it hurt.
And If Spelldon had to pick only one thing to be able to hear for the rest of this life? With how beautiful the sounds now in the air were dancing together.
it would be their laughter.
~The End~