Vampire Christmas Gala where the branches of the enormous Christmas Tree have each been tied with a colored string and the nametag of their gifted whumpee's name. Vampire Whumper finds their string--a vermilian green--and the name of their new human. The name begets a snobbish sort of feeling in Whumper, but only until their Whumpee is brought out. The shy, trembling thing is tied completely with deep green ribbons, tastefully concealing anything too lewd for this illustrious party. Their luscious lips are sealed by a perfect golden bow.
Whumper takes them in with one marveling gaze. "Hello, there; aren't you beautiful?"
Whumpee seems to be unsure of what to think. They shudder when Whumper's gloved hand touches their face, but Whumper gently undoes the bow sealing their lips.
"What's your name, then, hm?"
Whumpee's lips appear cracked and they mechanically repeat the name written on the tag.
"Was that your name before they wrapped you up for me?"
A bewildered look crosses Whumpee's face, then a sad frown. "...no."
Whumper shakes their head with a knowing smile, "Petty bastards," they remark, glancing towards the host, "What's your name, then?" they pull Whumpee a little closer, Whumpee's ribbons teasing down dangerously low, "That name?"
Whumpee glances down at their upset ribboning, then inclines their head nearer Whumper's.
"They'll hear it..."
Whumper takes a drought of their scent, "Mmm, I hope they do. But they won't hear if I drink."
Fangs tease Whumpee's neck and Whumper indulges in their veins. With a choked gasp, Whumpee buries their face into the crook of Whumper's shoulder, hiding from the gala, the vampires...themselves.
Whatever name they give Whumper is murmured low enough that no one else hears it.
But Whumper never needs to ask them again what their true name is.
Not that night.
Not ever.
