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Wendy did always wonder to herself, why were Webber's fangs are a lot sharper than any other spider she had seen? Are some spiders just like that? She doesn't really think about it much. After all, she has more important things to worry about.
Or, something completely unrelated, are the dead hounds that she keeps seeing behind a select few berry bushes, with 2 puncture marks on their necks, and drained almost entirely of blood. Maybe it was the mosquitoes? They can be pretty... 'Bloodthirsty'. She hasn't seen them in a while though, which can be interpreted as either bad, or good. Strange, but Wendy has seen weirder. Like that giant goose thing, that also kinda looked like a moose. That was a pain to battle.
Anyway, one day, Wendy is out collecting food for herself and Webber, when she hears whimpering coming from behind the bushes. She readies her spear, and goes to investigate. Moving the bush a bit to the side, she sees Webber, crouched down over something, head lowered near the ground.
"Webber? What are you doing in there?"
The sudden noise from Wendy causes Webber to snap his head back in the direction of the sound. Seeing as it's Wendy, Webber speaks up.
"Wait! It- It's not what it looks like!"
Webber's two long, pointy fangs are soaked in crimson red blood. Now, Wendy might have thought that it was the juices from the berries, as Webber was hiding in a berry bush, and could have just as easily eaten a few berries. But Wendy was familiar with the sight and smell of blood.
"Webber, is that blood?"
"Wh- Uh... No?"
"You are a terrible liar. Wait... Are you eating that hound?"
"Er... Well... Not technically."
"Well then, what ARE you doing to it?"
"We're... Um... Looking at it?"
"Webber, you don't have to resort to raw monster meat. Even if you can eat it without turning your stomach upside down, we have food at camp."
"Well, that just doesn't fill us, OK?!"
Okay, this isn't normal. Webber hasn't snapped at Wendy before. Something is wrong.
"Alright, alright. We can talk about this tonight. You just... finish up... what you are doing here. Meet me back at camp in about 7 hours."
And so, they did just that.
Wendy was waiting there for Webber, and when Webber arrived, he was looking a bit sheepish. They both sit down on the ground, and proceed to chat.
Wendy inquired, "So... What was all that about?"
"Well... It isn't easy to explain..."
"Then summarize it."
"Summer-eyes?"
"Just shorten it up."
"Okay... We are... Um... Vampires."
"Creatures of the night?"
"That sounds about right."
"Thou who drains the very life of others?"
"Well, when you say it like THAT, it makes us upset."
"Sorry. It's just... I thought of it to just be folktales. Never thought it was a real thing."
Webber blinked, eyes out of sync.
Well, that answers that. But, how did this happen?
"Webber, how did this come to be?"
"We don't remember... All we know is that we need to drink blood to survive. I don't like it, but I know as well as he does, that it has to be done..."
Webber looked at the ground in shame as he said this, and he starts to cry a little bit.
"Webber..."
"W-What?"
"How long have you been like... this?"
"Ever since we came to this place."
There was a silence between the duo for what seemed like a long time, but was really only about 15 seconds.
"Webber, have you eaten-or rather, drank for the past few days? You were hurt after the Tallbird incident, and bedridden for a while. You ate while recovering, but you said that other food doesn't fill you."
Webber was eyeing Wendy hungrily, so Wendy assumed Webber was about starving at this point.
"Well... no, not other then that hound."
"Well, that was a waste of food..."
"What?"
"Nothing."
Webber is looking pretty weak at this point, and Webber is one of the few people/monsters Wendy feels empathy for. Especially for Webber. So, she said the only reasonable thing to say at the time.
"Bite me."
"What?"
"I said bite me."
"But, what if it hurts? Or if I take too much blood, or-"
"Webber."
"But... we don't want to..."
"But it has to be done."
Drats. She used his logic against him.
"O...Okay... But only a little bit, OK?"
"Take as much as you need, Webber."
Wendy proceeds to tilt her head to the side a bit, offering Webber her neck. Webber scoots over to Wendy, and shakily moves her hair to the side.
"This might nip a bit, Wendy."
"Do as you must."
Webber pushed Wendy's head a bit more to the side with one hand, and holds onto her shoulder with the other, for support. He then moves his mouth near Wendy's neck, and after looking at Wendy, seeing her nod of approval, he slowly but surely, bites into Wendy with his two long fangs. She winces, as it does indeed sting, but like Webber said, only for a little bit.
Webber starts to suck, and after Wendy grunts a little bit, he continues. He has never had human blood before. It was... Amazing! Much better than hound blood! The only thing that could even come close to comparing this was the blood of a Pigman, but he needs to be careful near them. They don't like Webber. Webber wonders if all human blood tastes like this. Man, he could get used to this... It was sweet, but not too sweet. A bit tart, but not sour. It was-
"WEBBER!"
Webber snaps out of his daydream, and pulls himself off of Wendy.
"Webber, you have been going for... a while now. I think you took too much..."
"Oh- Oh my gosh! I am SO sorry, Wendy! I wasn't paying attention, and your blood, it was MUCH better then any other, and-"
"Webber... I am glad that you enjoyed this and all, but I have got to lay down for a bit..."
"Oh, right... Sorry about... You know... Almost drinking all your blood..."
"It's fine... and all that, but I have to go lay down. If you need me, I will be in the tent..."
"OK."
Wendy stumbles her way over to the tent, but before she can go inside, she hears Webber's voice.
"Wendy, wait up!"
"Huh? You need something...?"
"You are bleeding a bit. Lemme just..."
Webber comes over, and licks the wound. The saliva makes it sting a little more, but it closes the wound entirely.
"Alright, that was a bit gross. I am going to take a nap now... or something..."
Webber blushes as Wendy makes her way to the tent. It is getting dark out now, so it might be a good time to hit the hay.
Webber enters the tent with Wendy, and they both lay down on a furry blanket.
"I thought vampires were active during the night."
"I dunno, I guess that I have just gotten used to the daytime. It is scary when it is dark..."
"Can't argue with that."
But she could. She just didn't want to. She was dizzy, and lightheaded. And besides, it was dark out. Basically time for bed anyway.
"Goodnight, Wendy."
"Goodnight, Webber."
And just like that, they were both asleep.