I just wrote a short little Minicat story, it's been a while since I've written anything for fun and I'm trying to get back into it. Just a short fic where Mini's apartment building catches on fire, so he spends the night with his neighbor, Wildcat. I'll write more if anyone wants to read it. Should I post it?
A vampire au I randomly thought of and had to do it and holy shit prepare one's self for this cuz I going ham on it. Will contain light gore.
By M
The beating of shoes on pavement and exhausted panting were the only things heard on the empty city streets as everyone slept.
A man was bolting down the sidewalk, running as fast as he could, sweat running down his face like a waterfall.
He suddenly swerved and dove into an alleyway, until he suddenly stopped in terror to see it was a dead end.
The man leaned over, gulping air, as he listened for footsteps. Maybe it was because he was breathing so loudly, but the man could not hear any.
He stood there, leaning over and catching his breath for a minute, before he decided to stand up straight and make sure no one was walking his way.
But alas, as he stopped panting and lifted his chest upright, he was grabbed and shoved painfully into the wall behind him.
His mind fuzzy from his head hitting bricks, he weakly groaned and tried to walk away from the wall.
Instead, strong and incredibly cold hands grabbed his shoulders, and the man was shoved back onto the wall.
Luckily his head didn't hit the wall, and his senses had returned. He looked at his attacker and saw it to be the same person he was running from not long ago.
Terror, colder than the hands pinning him, ran throughout his body as he became paralyzed with fear.
The man watched as his attacker got closer to him, and emitted a deep chuckle.
"Nice try running, after kicking me," was stated.
"Unfortunately, you would have had to do a lot more to make me lose me dinner."
The man started trembling.
"D-dinner?" he stuttered. "You're sick!"
"No, just a vampire."
The man would of pissed himself if his bladder weren't empty.
He watched, whimpering, accepting that he was going to die, as the vampire moved towards his neck.
Suddenly, the vampire halted. It leaned away from him, and sniffed the air. The vampire turned towards the street and started growling.
It stopped after a few seconds, and the vampire turned its attention back to that man;
but instead of resuming what it had been doing, the man howled out in pain as the vampire expertly and as fast as a viper moved its legs and pinned his own, snapping the bone.
The man dropped pitifully as the vampire walked towards the street, and another man appeared.
The vampire started growling again, but stopped as soon as the other man also started to growl.
It was another vampire, and the man gripping his broken leg was as shocked as the vampire who broke it.
"You're not from here," the taller vampire of the two, the one who hunted the man stated.
"And you're very stupid," replied the newcomer.
He started to growl, but was cut off by a hand being held up.
"Do you know why?"
Again, a growl, and the hand was put up again.
"First off all, the guy could of started screaming, alerting people. Second, he could of called for help while he caught his breath. Third, you're letting him live as we speak, and if he survives, he can alert everyone of us existing."
The taller vampire started chuckling.
"I know what I'm doing, I've been killing like this since I was turned,"he said.
"Besides, why the hell were you watching me? I'm not sharing him, if that's what your wanting."
There was a snort of amusement as a reply.
"I was passing through, caught your scent. Decided to follow it. Glad I did too; Someone really needs to teach you how to kill better."
The tall vampire growled.
"If you think you're so good, kill him how you think he should be killed."
The sassy vampire grinned, fangs catching the moonlight and blinding the man for a heartbeat.
"I'm not taking your kill, sweetheart. I will make a deal with you however. I'll teach you a few things, if you can't impress me. Deal?"
"What kind of deal is that?" the tall vampire replied. "It's unfair, because I bet I'd impress you in less than a minute!"
"Okay. If I'm impressed, I'll leave. If not, you come with me, and won't leave me until I've taught you to correctly kill."
"Deal."
The man couldn't believe what was happening.
He was sitting in an alley, holding his broken leg, starting to go unconscious from shock, as he watched two vampires flirt.
He was starting to wonder if he had already passed about and was dreaming, but the pain in his leg said otherwise.
So he watched as the tall vampire walked towards him.
The tall vampire lifted the man by his throat and held him to the wall again.
Then, he leaned in and effortlessly ripped the throat out of the man like it was meat on a piece of fried chicken.
He quickly drank some of the blood spilling out, then coated his hand in the dark blood.
He let the body drop and looked at the wall the man was against. The tall vampire started drawing on the wall.
When he was done, the vampire stepped away and started licking the blood off his hand.
The moonlight caught the blood and made it look like ink. On the wall was a sketch of a man, the man who's blood had just been spilt.
The sassy vampire was standing, mouth agape, as he watched the fellow vamp clean his hand.
His mouth and throat, along with the collar of his shirt was stained red.
His hand was to were the blood had been lapped up.
He pushed his glasses back in his face as the other vampire looked to him and smiled, his hand half cleaned.
"Impressed?" He asked, his eyes half-lidded and shining from the moonlight, his tongue flicking out and tracing one of his bloody fingers.
"I am impressed," he replied. "I guess I'll leave you now."
As he turned around and started to the street, he was suddenly stopped by strong arms wrapping around his shoulders, and he was pulled to the other vampire's body, where it felt warm to him.
"Actually, I want to learn a little from you, and just hang. It's been a while since I've seen another vamp. Besides, you're pretty and your scent's nice."
There was no way the vampire could say no.
So, they walked out of the alley and down the sidewalk, the mess forgotten.
It was obvious the sassy vampire had been charmed by the tall one, and the tall one charmed by the other's sentences and fangs.
"Name's Craig," the sassy vampire said.
"Tyler," the tall one replied.
Craig had wondered why Tyler smelled so sweet. That's why he first decided to follow him in the first place.
Now, he realized as he walked, that he read in a book before that everyone has a soulmate, and if both are or have became vampires, their scents smelled sweeter than the finest blood to each other.
Soulmates. Craig like that, and he smiled, as his soulmate and him walked down the sidewalk, the moon shining down, as if approving them finding each other.
