Hey everyone! I’m very excited to announce that I’m going to start posting the vampire fic I promised to write (a long time ago), within the next few days! I did a poll on it a decent month ago. I promise I didn’t forget!
This is just a short teaser – it doesn’t contain any spoilers for the actual fic, so don’t worry! Hopefully it will give you all a basic idea of the format the fic will take. I’m very excited to start posting it, as it’s been in the works for quite a while.
Tags: Vampire AU, Spicyhoney, Medieval AU (sort of?)
No warnings necessary here, but the actual fic will definitely contain some heavy themes. I hope you enjoy this little drabble!
I call it Night Terror.
~Below the cut~
Edge watched as the sun dipped
beneath the horizon, its final rays glancing off the silver-leafed trees, and
casting a pale golden light over the landscape. He clung onto those last shreds
of warmth; he had a long, cold night ahead of him.
When the sky had faded to a deep
purple, he turned, heading back inside the abandoned barn. Instinctively, his
hand drifted to the knife at his hip as he stepped into the darkness. He could
vaguely make out the rotting bundles of hay tucked into the corners of the barn—and
the figure fast asleep on top of them.
Edge approached slowly, crouching
beside the vampire and shaking it awake. It opened its eyes blearily. The
lights in its sockets had melted from a cool gold to a deeper shade of amber;
it was growing hungry. But it seemed content to shoot Edge one of its
frustrating grins. Edge had to wonder if it knew how much the sight of its
small fangs chilled him. “i take it the sun is resting for the night?”
“Yes, I’m not an idiot,” Edge
said, callously.
The vampire lifted a brow bone in
dubiety as it rose to its feet. “well. i won’t presume to understand your
definition of intellect, but i do recall that our first day together involved a
bit of sunlight. you do remember that i’m a vampire, do you not?”
Edge sighed stiffly, ignoring the
vampire as they walked outside. His mare was tethered to a fencepost, grazing
on the lush grass sprouting from the muddy earth. He stroked her mane and she
nickered softly, pushing her nose into his hand. “You ate the last apple this
morning,” he reminded her, empathetically. She gave a short whinny, tossing her
head. Edge laughed softly. He was almost certain she was the only thing keeping
him sane. It was nice to have another living creature around.
As if on cue, the vampire chuckled
quietly. Edge turned, irritated to see the creature’s self-satisfied smirk. “you
treat your pet with more dignity than you afford me,” it said, striding forward
to mount the horse.
“She is not a pet,” Edge said,
tersely, swinging himself up behind the vampire. “And you are worth neither
respect nor dignity.”
If Edge’s words cut the vampire,
it showed no sign, only laughing softly as they began to trot in the direction
of the looming mountains ahead. The land was vibrant in these parts, trees
blooming with pale flowers, grass thick and green, and the land alive with the
chittering of small animals. The flora was bathed in a strange shade of purple,
the last remnants of the sun’s light still embellishing the sky.
As the night began to darken, a
cool breeze picked up. The vampire shivered, wrapping its arms around itself as
they trotted over a rocky slope. Edge tilted his head in question, though the
vampire couldn’t see him. “I didn’t realise vampires were prone to the cold,”
he said, coarsely.
The vampire let out a soft huff
of laughter, shaking its head. “you have much to learn then, silver knight.”
Edge clenched his teeth, suddenly
regretting engaging in conversation with the creature. “I’m not a knight,
vampire,” he muttered.
It glanced over its shoulder at
him, its smile illuminated by the moonlight. “and you might recall that i have
a name. it’s stretch. please don’t be afraid to use it.”
Edge’s frustration was beginning
to boil. “You do not command me, vampire,” he hissed in warning, tugging on the
collar still clasped around the vampire’s vertebrae. It tipped its head back in
response, swallowing, but its smile remained smug. “I needn’t remind you that
we aren’t friends. You’re my captive; I suggest you start acting it.”
“perhaps i will,” the vampire
said. “just as soon as you start behaving like a captor.” Edge growled under
his breath, but released the vampire’s collar.
As the moon disappeared behind
the dark mountains in the distance, the night sky became encrusted with
millions of stars. Edge inhaled slowly, basking in the cool night air. Though
he missed the sun, the night wasn’t always a burden.
Edge’s mare began to canter
swiftly as the terrain evened out, grasslands stretching for miles and miles
ahead. Jolted by the sudden increase of pace, the vampire slipped backward, its
tailbone pressing against Edge’s pubic bone. “sorry,” it said, casting a grin
over his shoulder. “lost my balance.”
Edge sighed, shifting backwards
to create more distance between them. Or perhaps the night was just as bad as
the stories said.
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