Who: Danny Whitechapel x @bloodofthewitch Where: House of the Horn God Shop What: In search of specific ingredients he needs for a spell of a local witch - yes, to cause hell upon Damien - Daniel is sent to the shop on the errand run. Annoying, but whatever. What the vampire didn’t expect was to run into a ghost of his past.
The Anderson coven was known for being extremely large and exceedingly powerful. Danny had grown up in that world - long before Damien had turned him against his will. It was another reason he had been so bitter about it. Daniel had planned to extend his life to be with the other but things had changed. Regardless of that, however, his heritage meant that he had extensive knowledge of magic and spells. It’s what gave him more of an advantage than Damien realized.
Sure, his sire had his home bound by magic so he couldn’t cross the threshold, even if he had already been invited in, but that didn’t mean that the spell couldn’t be outdone. It was a theory but one Danny was interested in. This spell took a lot of ingredients and his witch buddy had sent him an errand run for the things they needed. Normally, Danny would have scoffed back at the audacity but for once, his filter kicked in and he did as he was told.
Look for Oliver at House of the Horn God. The instruction had made Daniel pause when first given - a moment of deep shock rendering the vampire comatose. What were the odds that this would be the same Oliver? He had deemed it impossible but now, as he stood outside the shop, there was no way to deny it. Oliver’s intoxicating scent invaded Danny’s nose - so deeply familiar and never forgotten but yet, he refused to believe it.
Danny didn’t love the way normies do. He couldn’t - and he was aware of that to a degree. It’s why his marriage worked - they were equals and loved in similar ways. It was a rarity whenever he did find himself liking someone - let alone loving them. It had only happened with Syd since his turning. That is until he ran into Oliver Sanders - a young witch that was the embodiment of sunshine. Olive got under Danny’s skin and he doesn’t know how it happened but it did. Thankfully, his marriage had allowed for such a relationship to even happen but there had been times Daniel wished Syd had just said no. They had been together for five years some hundred years or so ago but despite being happy, Danny knew one thing - he could never give Oliver what he truly wanted.
In the rarest show of selflessness and slight empathy - a fact he’d deny later on and gag over - Danny had let go of Oliver and, for his own sake, had a witch erase his memories of their time together. An act to save Oliver from further pain. He hadn’t seen the young witch since and he had assumed the other had long passed - Daniel had grieved him, in his own way, for a decade and though he hadn’t pined for long, Oliver never strayed much from his mind.
The vampire’s feet finally carried him into the store and he had to hold his breath to not be overwhelmed with Oliver’s scent - fuck, he had always smelled so good. Keen eyes searched through the store, and it took him a second before he finally spotted the witch. It was his Oliver. Oli looked the same as he had a century ago - sweet, innocent, beautiful and those doe eyes Danny adored were still his biggest weapon. If he hadn’t been holding his breath, Danny swore it would have been stolen. His pipsqueak had always disarmed the vampire in a similar way only his husband had the capacity to do. Clearing his throat, Danny approached the counter and tried to clear his head. Was the spell still intact? Did Oliver still not remember them? “Hey there, sweets. Mind lending me a hand?” Danny asked, placing the list of things he needed on the counter and giving Oliver the most charming smile he had - the same one that had made the other fall for him all those years ago.