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It was an uncommonly cold night for the first week of autumn. The moon sat fat and bright in the sky with not a cloud in sight. Periodic breezes made crispy leaves dance and sway, tickling half-naked branches until they sang. The fresh smell of burning wood filled the air.
Tommy tried his best to steel his nerves.
He pulled at the collar of his shirt, feeling it constrict his throat. The weight of multiple talismans weighed down on his neck. Turning his jacket lapels up to the wind, he bowed his head and trudged onward. The castle in question wasn't too far away from the tiny fishing village below. Tommy had noticed it almost immediately, looming like a silent guard in the background. He was noticed in the town not too long after he'd arrived. The citizens ooh'd and aah'd at his array of anti-supernatural weaponry and countless battle scars. When the children were done crooning and the young men were done interrogating, the village patriarch himself had approached Tommy.
"Please," He croaked, wrinkled old hands clasped together. "We're in dire need of assistance, sir."
"That's why I'm here," Tommy replied. His confident grin seemed to put everyone at ease. "No one in this country has slain more vampires than I have. I'll have this place vermin-free in no time, you can count on it!"
They'd loaded him up with all sorts of mouth-watering food, as well as an extra cloak and back-up knife. As he made the journey, Tommy gnawed on a particularly rough piece of jerky, listening intently to the woods around him.
Esempi was renown for its abundance of supernatural beasts. Werewolf attacks came weekly, vampire attacks almost monthly. Lakes were avoided in fear of merpeople, forests were labeled as dens of death and despair. It was a hellish country to live in, but it kept Tommy occupied and that's all that mattered to him.
When he finally reached the castle's main gate, the moon was directly overhead. The dark metal was polished and clean despite being in the heart of unkept woods. Tommy sniffled loudly before pushing the gate open.
He took his time through the main courtyard, surveying every garden plot, every barren patch of soil. He'd run headfirst into far too many booby traps to rush himself now.
His boot heels echoed in the night as he took the stairs step by step. As the front door came closer and closer, Tommy's hand drifted to his beloved sword. By the time he reached the tall oaken doors, the blade was drawn.
"Alright. Here we fuckin' go."
Tommy reached for the door knob, only for it swing inward. He inhaled sharply through his teeth. His presence was known. He tried to play it cool, sliding his sword back into its sheath and taking a casual look around the estate.
It was impressively well kept compared to the other castles he'd visited. Most of the time, the vampires he fought were many centuries old and seemed to care less and less about keeping up their image as the years ticked on.
This vampire had to be rather young to maintain such grandeur. Every piece of furniture was color coordinated, painting the castle in soft reds, deep browns, and rich golds. It resembled a cabin on the inside, the tables, chairs, shelving, and accessories being predominantly wood. A sense of culture shock settled over Tommy's mind. The outside of the castle was so morose and gothic, it was hard to imagine this is what would be inside.
Tommy gravitated from room to room, letting his eyes wander. There was an expansive library, multiple tea rooms, a tidy dining area, a pristine kitchen, at least six bedrooms, five bathrooms, a pool, a courtyard garden with an accompanying tea set in the back, a basement, and more. A vampire of this dramatic caliber no doubt also had at least one hidden room somewhere and part of Tommy itched to find it.
Just as he rounded a corner, making his way back to the foyer, a sense of unease prickled down his spine. Tommy drew his sword, tucking his other hand under his cloak to grab at a vial of holy water. A low snuffling echoed off the walls. The sharp clicking of nails on wood filled the air. Tommy braced himself.
Bounding around the corner was a small dog.
It was the size of a duck with a fluffy body and tiny legs. Its eyes were focused in opposite directions and it hopped more than it ran.
Tommy withdrew his hand from his cloak but kept a grip on his sword. The dog stumbled a few times, face-planting into the carpet, before stopping at the hunter's feet. It looked up at him, yipping happily. Its tongue stayed lolling out of its mouth.
"You're definitely cute," Tommy thought aloud, keeping his stance. "But amazingly, I don't trust you."
"That's not a really kind thing to say to a dog."
Tommy spun on his heels. The dog tangled itself in his cloak, barking with glee.
At the other end of the hallway was a man. He stood tall and proud in the warm light of the castle, wrapped in a floor-length robe. A smug grin settled on his face. He held a hand to his chest, bowing slightly.
"Welcome to my humble castle," His voice was deep and rich, a soft chuckle sounding more like the gentle babble of a brook. "May you join me for supper?"
"If you're the master of this castle, you must be a vampire," Tommy replied, resolve shimmering in his eyes. "Supper for you would no doubt be my blood."
"There's more to life than preying on humanity," The demon laughed. "I also fancy a bit of baking and tinkering, sometimes gardening. However, it'd be rude to deny a host his meal, so I'd really prefer if you simply followed me."
Tommy glanced downward, watching as the dog tumbled around his ankles. He pursed his lips in thought.
"...Fine. Lead the way."
Tommy had visited the dining room only ten minutes ago and yet now, a kingly feast was laid out. Beef Wellington, roasted quail, goat stew, potato casserole, multiple kinds of biscuits, vegetable hash, fresh fruit, and more.
The sight alone made Tommy's stomach rumble.
As he admired the display, his vampire host pulled out a chair, gesturing for him to sit. Before he could take his place, the demon tutted softly.
"No cloaks at the dinner table please." He requested.
Tommy didn't mind. He shed the article, exposing his many belts adorned with silver, garlic, holy water flasks, and wolfsbane bracelets. The vampire didn't even flinch, taking his place at the head of the table with Tommy at his right hand side.
"I rarely get visitors all the way up here," He lamented, beginning the process of piling up Tommy's plate. "It's usually only Floof and I all alone in this miserable castle. What brings you here to such a desolate place?"
Tommy's eye twitched. It was impossible to tell if he was being pranked or receiving a genuine tale of woe.
"I'll be completely honest and say I was sent here to slay the vampire that resides in this keep." Tommy replied.
"Then why haven't you?"
Tommy blinked. The vampire watched him from the corner of his eye, spearing a juicy steak with his fork and taking a bite. From this angle, it was hard to miss his long pointed fangs.
"...Why haven't I what?"
"Why haven't you killed the vampire that resides in this keep?" He repeated.
"...Aren't—Aren't you the vampire?"
"Yes. I am. Why aren't I being killed?"
Tommy spluttered. His head seemed to spin.
"You...Just invited me to dinner and now you want me to kill you?" He huffed.
"That's why."
"...Pardon?"
The vampire reached across the table, plucking up a succulent pear. He sank his teeth into the sweet flesh, humming with satisfaction as he chewed. Tommy watched, intrigued. Vampires didn't usually wield such potent sex appeal. Then again, they were usually crusty and old. This one was youthful with a lively flush to his skin and way too much chest exposed to be appropriate for dinner.
"Usually, the hunters that approach me come in screaming their heads off, waving all sorts of knives and swords and muskets," The vampire sighed. A mask of boredom crossed his face. "They usually give me the 'what ho, foul demon!' spiel or try and skewer my dog thinking he's a warg in disguise. They don't admire my paintings or openly comment on my decor or even get far enough to be invited to dinner."
Tommy inhaled slowly through his nose, waiting for the punchline.
"But you," The vampire broke out into a toothy grin, looking rather pleased with himself. "You came in, wiped your boots off on the mat, straightened a few of my books, loudly complimented my ability to color coordinate, sounded genuinely disappointed that my topiaries weren't in season, and let my dog do his usual stupid shtick without complaint."
"Yeah well. The vampires I usually come in contact with try to rip a hole in my throat without saying a single word so I think I can relate."
The vampire perked up, crimson eyes dazzlingly bright. Under the table, Floof was snoring.
"Let me give you a proper tour."
Tommy learned that the vampire—named Techno surprisingly, not Cornelius or Abaddon or any other dramatic name—was not only young but had never encountered another vampire in his entire life. He lived in solitude, detached from the rest of society in his lofty castle. He tried his best to prey on animals instead of people but, when attacked by seething villagers or holy huntsman, he found himself trapped and without another course of action. The villagers were having an issue with blood-drained sheep and cows, not civilians. Techno simply was trying to defend himself in the face of conflict.
"So...You really aren't tormenting the town below?" Tommy asked, blowing the steam from his tea.
"I mean. I suppose in a way I am, I find it hard not to pillage their sheep," Techno chuckled softly, helping himself to a second fruit tart. "But they're a predominantly fishing village. I thought preying on their sheep and cows would be significantly less damaging."
"Why not keep to the woods?" Tommy sipped quietly. The tea was exquisite, floral and sweet.
"I would if I could. The beasts here are all demonic. Feeding from them would be akin to drinking rat poison."
"You could die from feeding off of monsters?"
Techno wrinkled his nose, brushing crumbs out of his beard.
"No. But it'd taste absolutely disgusting."
Tommy laughed, the image bizarrely funny.
"So why do you think they sent me to slay you then?" Tommy's voice went soft.
"...Humans do rash things when they're frightened."
The hunter chewed on his lower lip. His faith was shaken. True, vampires were demon-folk with immeasurable power and the blessing of immortality. At the same time, they were so near to humans, many began their lives amongst mortal men. This whole time, had Tommy ever slain an innocent vampire? Was he being led astray, fed lies for his entire career? He remembered a vampiress he went toe-to-toe with once, watching the life run from her scarlet eyes. There was a painful sadness etched on her face that Tommy had never paid attention to. Maybe the man beside her in all of her photographs was a human lover, a man eager to find love wherever he may.
Tommy shuddered. After this debacle, he'd have a serious turnaround in his life.
"It's okay," Techno broke the silence. He looked torn, brows drawn high together. "It isn't your fault."
"What, can you read my mind?"
"I can read your face."
Tommy looked down at his lap, trying to reel himself back. He was a professional after all. Lifting his head back up, he stood from his seat.
"I appreciate your hospitality but I think it's time for me to leave."
Before Techno could even respond, Tommy stood, shrugging on his cloak and making his way to the front door. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Techno skimming across the floor, trying to keep up after him. When he laid his hand on the doorknob, Tommy paused.
"If you return, they'll have questions," Techno argued. Pain was apparent in his voice. "They'll want to know the details. They'll want to see my body. They'll want to tear down my castle. Can you handle that?"
Tommy tightened his grip, breathing in deeply.
"Stay, Tommy. Please. Let them think you're dead. Then you can leave safely. If you leave now, you're finished."
The huntsman sighed, gradually retracting his hand. Floof bumbled towards him, curling up at his feet. Tommy's heart clenched.
"Fine. Just until suspicion dies down. Then I'll go."
Tommy turned, catching the fading look of absolute glee on Techno's face before he settled on a stony neutral disposition. With the smallest smile playing on his lips, he threw his arm out in a dramatic arch.
"Let me show you to your quarters then, Master Simons."
Tommy huffed through his nose, following his new vampire companion with Floof nipping at his heels. Life had never been so strange.
Tommy awoke to the sound of chirping birds. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, yawning into his palm. He'd slept soundly, his thoughts devoid of dreams.
As he gradually came to his senses, last night's transgressions arose in his mind. The village. The woods. The castle. Floof. Techno. It felt like a far off fantasy. When Tommy looked around, however, finding a cushy guest suite instead of a cramped inn room, he knew it'd all been real.
Throwing off the blankets, he made to hop off the bed, finding a note on his bedside table. He opened it up, laughing softly to himself.
"Dearest Master Simons,
Being a vampire, I spend most of my waking hours during the night. As such, I will probably not see much of you today unless you arise late as well. Everything is at your disposal and if there's an emergency, do not hesitate to wake me.
Sincerely,
Your vampiric host"
A warmth settled in Tommy's stomach. It was bizarre that one of the nicest people he'd ever encountered in his life was someone he'd been sent to murder just the other day.
Tommy took his time getting dressed, opting to stay casual instead of adorning his full hunter garb. He trotted through the castle in a loose dress shirt, slacks, and boots, taking a chance to admire the estate in the daylight.
The morning sun caught the interior in a warm heavenly glow, dancing across the glass windows and seeping into every nook and cranny. One of the tea rooms was especially cosy, it's massive glass door facing the sun perfectly. Tommy decided that was the best room for breakfast.
When he made his way to the dining room, he was amazed to find he wasn't alone.
A handful of servants ambled here and there. They were spectres, their appearance a hazy whitish-blue and their bodies semi-transparent. They paid Tommy no mind, floating past him as they continued their work.
Before he could ask, one of them made their way over, laying a tray laden with bread, eggs, breakfast meat, fruit, and freshly brewed tea in front of him. Unsure of how to respond, Tommy simply bowed his head, waiting for the spirit to scuttle off and phase through a door before taking his food into the other room.
As he ate, he watched life go on outside. A few deer puttered through the courtyard, nibbling on what foliage they could find. Birds squawked overhead, migrating south with the change of the seasons. The more Tommy looked, the more he realized that the castle's grandeur was an illusion. The interior looked far more impressive than the exterior appeared which tricked the eye into thinking it was in peak condition. Upon further inspection, however, Tommy could see shattered tiling, sloppy flowerbeds, a broken down water feature, chipping paint. It wasn't a den of horrors but it certainly wasn't as beautiful as it could be. Polishing off his plate, Tommy decided a little elbow grease was in order and made his way outside.
It was a little before sunset when Techno awoke. It didn't take long for him to find his guest, down on his knees and up to his elbows in dirt. He watched, transfixed, as the man worked away.
"Good uh. Evening?" Techno spoke up.
"Oh! Good evening!" Tommy replied with a sunny smile. "I wasn't really sure what to do with myself so I've been patching some things up here, I hope that isn't a problem."
Techno looked around, his brows shooting up to his hairline. The flowerbeds looked immaculate, the dirt properly tilled and fresh with newly built frames. The dark tiles that paved the courtyard were realigned and those that were broken were smoothed over with fresh stone. A few broken chairs seemed to be bent back into a proper shape and a shattered window was replaced.
"You...Did all of this?" Techno tried to reel in the awe in his voice but failed miserably.
"Well yeah," Tommy shrugged nonchalantly. "I can't just sleep all day, I'm a hands on kind of guy."
Techno nodded to himself, the slightest flush painting his high cheeks. He tightened his grip on the dark parasol he was holding, stepping to the side to avoid a lingering beam of sunlight. Tommy watched, chuckling softly.
"Is there a problem?" Techno demanded, lifting his chin high.
"No, it's just...The idea of a powerful demonic being having to skitter away from something as innocent as the sun is actually pretty hilarious."
Techno pursed his lips, just barely holding back a smile.
"Yes, well. When you're ready, wash up for dinner. I shall be awaiting your company in the dining room."
Tommy waved him off, sending Techno to glide back inside. Once the courtyard doors were closed, he released the breath he was holding. It was so strange to have an actual living person in his very own castle, especially one with such a vibrant personality and kind eyes and capable hands and exciting voice and inviting form—
Techno violently shook away his thoughts, running a hand through his hair. He had an image to maintain. Squaring his shoulders, he skimmed through the halls, his mind racing without pause.
After their meal, the duo settled in the library.
Techno buried his nose in a tome about gardening while Tommy thumbed through a mythical bestiary. He made an array of noises every so often, grunts of affirmation and soft gasps of surprise. Techno tried to focus on his own reading, his attention slipping with every new voiceless comment.
"It says here that there's a type of ghost that haunts lavatories after death," Tommy spoke up, turning to Techno with bright eyes. "Sounds like a pretty shitty after life."
Techno was so unbelievably smitten.
He replied with a soft chuckle, waiting for Tommy to return to his reading before trying his best to surreptitiously watch him. The man was a marvel. His frame was small but boasted raw power behind it. His face was young, and his eyes seemed to be constantly filled with a childlike wonder. He had very classically romantic features but something new intermingled and made him handsomely unique.
He was easily the most attractive man Techno had ever seen. Not to mention compassionate, witty, brave—the whole package.
"Are you thirsty?"
Techno blinked owlishly. He tilted his head like a curious puppy would, prompting a laugh from his companion.
"Y'know. For blood," Tommy explained. "You're staring at me like a famished man would a buffet."
"Does that scare you?" Techno drawled.
"No, not really," A flash of confidence passed over the huntsman's face. "You know I'm armed and dangerous. You'd be an idiot to stare me down so intently and then make a move."
"Touché."
"When you uh, do get thirsty," Tommy closed his book slowly, tucking it back onto the shelf. "Maybe I could go with you? It's a rare occasion to see a vampire hunt and live to tell the tale."
"Sure, I won't protest," Techno glanced at the wall, eyeing the window. The moon shimmered outside. "It'll be a couple days but yes, if you're willing to wait."
Tommy beamed before setting off to find another book. Techno watched him go before returning to his own story. The fluttering in his chest only intensified.
"You want me to what?"
Techno quirked his brow, watching his guest hop from foot to foot.
"I need something to train with," Tommy sounded exasperated. "I can only fix so much around here and being trapped in some secluded castle will drive me to fucking insanity. You have an army of ghosts, can't you spare a few to indulge your guest's request?"
Techno pursed his lip. After a moment of contemplation, he snapped his fingers. A pale blue-skinned spirit materialized out of thin air, bowing at the waist.
"See what you can scrounge up in the basement," Techno instructed, crawling into bed as he spoke. "Find the most durable vessels you can to entertain our guest and do so posthaste."
The ghost bowed again before disappearing completely. Just outside, the soft glow of morning was beginning to blossom. Tommy headed to the door, only to pause with his hand on the knob.
"Don't vampires usually sleep in closed coffins?" He asked.
"Why would I sleep in a cramped prison when beds exist?" Techno replied, pulling the duvet up to his nose and sinking deep into the mattress. Under the thick covers, only his cheeks and above were visible.
Tommy threw his head back and laughed, bright and loud.
"Enjoy your rest, Techno."
"You as well, Master Simons."
The sun rose and set, just as it did every day.
Techno woke suddenly, eyes snapping open. The covers were twisted awkwardly around his ankles and a pillow had somehow wound up on the floor. He'd dreamt for the first time in decades. The details were lost but he could faintly recall the scent of smokey firewood and heady musk. Sighing through his nose, he sat up in bed. His pointed ears twitched. He could hear clamouring outside in the back courtyard.
Throwing on his clothes in a huff, Techno shot through hallway after hallway until he reached the twin glass doors. The sun was just kissing the horizon, bathing the world in a wash of scarlet and peach.
Tommy was sparring.
With sword in hand, he bobbed and weaved with the grace of a dancer and the ferocity of a beast. Glinting steel met dusky bone and while every slash bounced off harmlessly, the true capacity for damage was apparent. The reanimated skeleton parried and jabbed, to which Tommy responded with a glancing counterstrike. Metal met metal, throwing off a wave of sparks. Digging his heel into the tile floor, Tommy maneuvered downward, hooking up to ensnare the skeleton's hilt with the flat of his blade. The opponent's own sword was wrenched from its hand and casually tossed into an empty flowerbed.
Now unarmed, the skeleton lunged forward. Tommy twisted on an axis, dodging the blow and snapping the butt of his blade right below the skeleton's skull. A simple flick of his wrist sent the head flying. The rest of the bones crumbled dramatically and an ethereal fanfare echoed through the air.
"Thank you, thank you," Tommy bowed. A small crowed of spectres faded into existence. "I'll definitely have to replant that flowerbed but definitely worth it—"
Techno applauded, his claps ringing out.
Tommy turned on his heels, eyes wide. He sheathed his sword, the faintest flush spreading across his cheeks.
"You're very skilled with the blade," Techno purred. "I'm genuinely impressed."
"Oh that? That was nothing, just. Casual training is all, not really that amazing."
"Don't rob yourself of praise," Techno countered. "You deserve it."
The pair stood awkwardly, Tommy fiddling with the hilt of his sword while Techno took a moment to admire his reupholstered courtyard.
"Were you going to continue?" Techno spoke up.
"Hm? Oh, no, I've been uh. I've been doing this since noon."
Techno looked to the horizon. The sun had vanished and the moon was just peering over the line of trees.
"You must be exhausted," Techno moved in closer. Even from a foot away, he could pick up on Tommy's scent. Firewood and citrus. "I have a rather large tub in my suite if you'd like to wash off."
Tommy opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
"That would be amazing, thank you." He dipped his head slightly, eyes downcast.
The pair made their way inside, ambling through the halls blanketed in a sense of familiarity. As they went, Techno periodically pointed out a painting or antiquity, giving a short summary on it's past. When they reached the master bedroom, the vampire made way for the bathroom. It was surprisingly humble in a luxurious way, not much larger than the other bathrooms in the castle. In the center was a large claw-footed tub, the perfect size for indulgence. Tommy watched as Techno fiddled with the piping, lighting a small stove to heat the rushing water. He filled a couple large basins, pouring them one by one into the tub until it was filled with steamy water.
"Help yourself," Techno bowed slightly at the waist, a private smile playing on his lips. "I'll be nearby in case you need anything."
"Thank you so much, Techno."
The vampiric host made as if he were closing the door, only to leave it slightly ajar. He stood close to the wall, an ear pressed tight against the paneling. He heard the shuffling of clothes, followed by the unmistakable sound of a body entering water. Techno waited a few beats more before acting.
It'd been a long time since he'd used magic of any kind. Most day to day activities only needed what abilities were naturally his, namely flight, enhanced strength, and heightened senses. Having not fed in a couple weeks, his powers were limited. He had just enough strength to take the guise of a small bat, not bigger than a child's hand. Fluttering through the gap in the door, Techno perched on the ceiling, keeping to the shadows.
Tommy had raided the cabinets, dumping a few handfuls of potpourri into his bath until the air swam with the scent of lavender and sandalwood. He reclined against the porcelain walls, eyes closed in bliss. The water was deep, covering everything save half of the man's chest and the very tops of his knees.
Internally, Techno cursed his luck.
A brief sense of guilt filled his heart. It was wrong to peep in on a man who, now with a better judgment of skills, spared his life from death just two days prior. As if in response to his inner turmoil, Tommy stretched, arching his back and groaning as his joints popped. Droplets of water curled down the natural bends of his body, the long fringe of his hair matted to his forehead.
All of Techno's guilt evaporated immediately.
He dared to creep closer, claws clinging tightly to the ceiling. Tommy was humming a vaguely familiar tune. It sounded wistful, almost melancholy. Hooking his ankles over the edges of the tub, Tommy slowly immersed his head under the water. As his top half sank, his lower half rose. Techno only caught a glimpse of tantalizing, pale thighs before Tommy surfaced, water streaming down his face.
For a while, the huntsman lounged, still humming to himself. He stayed in the water until his hands and feet went pruney and the water was nearly cold. He rose from the tub and Techno nearly let out a squeak. The steam and Tommy's soft singing had lulled him into a state of complete relaxation and he had dozed off. Silent as a shadow, Techno fluttered out the door, taking his human form on the other side of the bedroom. He had just moments to appear casual before Tommy ambled out with a towel slung low on his hips.
"Thank you again for that," His skin was flushed a very complimentary shade of pink. "I feel like a new man."
"I'm glad." Techno replied. He crossed his thighs under the covers.
"Any plans for today?" Tommy ran a hand through his soaked hair, sending a trickle of water down his shoulders.
"Probably not. I don't have anything that needs to be accomplished for today."
"Alright, I think I'll turn in then," Tommy beamed. He took the corners of his towel between either forefinger and thumb, bending slightly at the knees in a playful curtsy. "Sleep well, master vampire."
"You too, master huntsman." Techno returned, pressed a hand over his heart and bowing his head.
Tommy chuckled, leaving a trail of water behind him as he made his way to his suite.
Techno waited until his superior hearing couldn't pick up anything more before groaning loudly. He decided to ignore the growing tightness in his pants, pulling the most boring book he could find from his bedside table and turning to a random page.
This arrangement, though brief, might just wind up being the death of him.
At this point in his stay, Tommy was conflicted.
On one hand, he was a guest and getting on pretty well with his vampiric host. The only time Techno showed an inkling of a negative emotion was late into the night when Tommy looked exhausted. Even then, his demeanor was improved the moment Tommy swore he was off to get some rest.
At the same time, Techno was still a vampire. He hadn't shown off his abilities yet but there was no doubt he was powerful. The spirits in his castle obeyed his every will, some swayed by loyalty, others clearly in fear. An aura of strength radiated from his person. There was a wide radius around the keep where nothing living wandered, clearly deterred by his lingering influence. Tommy tested the limits, walking until his thumb could cover the castle in the distance. Even then, he couldn't hear a single thing scuttling about. Once the stone path turned to dirt and grass, however, he caught the unmistakable sound of wildlife, both of Earth and the demon plane. It was as if the vampire's natural presence created a barrier around his estate that none dared to threaten.
Weighing either side of their relationship in his mind, Tommy decided it was about time to snoop. If he was to be with his human-devil for much longer, he needed to know more about his past.
Waiting until Techno had just fallen asleep, Tommy snuck into the library, armed with a pot of strong tea, a plate of crackers, and a candle. Settling at one of the desks, he started rooting through every drawer, cabinet, and shelf he could find. Most of the books were those of science, math, and magic, namely astronomy and supernatural biology. He owned multiple copies of the same book detailing magical flora and fauna, one of the tomes boasting rumpled pages and worn corners. Tommy leafed through the bookmarks, finding nothing more than a few benign flower species.
After what felt like hours, Tommy found himself no closer to exposing any truth. He returned a stack of books to its original shelf ("A Map of the Stars", "How To Harness the Multiverse", "A Compendium of Recipes to Soothe the Mind, Body, and Soul", and "101 Flowers to Bolster Your Garden") and was ready to turn in for the night when a loud thud caught his attention. At the far back of the library, on a shelf half obscured by opulent drapes, a book had fallen. Tommy went to inspect, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
"Love".
That was all that was written on the cover. Tommy opened it up, his heart clenching immediately.
It was an old album filled with a variety of small paintings. They depicted Techno with multiple men and women, all smiling and happy. In a few, he was kissing each one or holding them close. Tommy flushed when he found a rather tasteful portrait of Techno totally nude and curled around one of the women, the only thing hiding their body being a sheer sheet. It was hard to look at.
Closing the book shut, Tommy placed it back, his fingers lingering on the spine. It was obvious these people were past lovers. Seeing as the paintings hanging around the castle didn't feature them, it wasn't hard to hypothesize what had happened.
"He saved us, you know."
Tommy looked up, eyes wide. Floating behind him was one of Techno's spectral servants. His face was a mask of sadness, his posture hunched as if he carried the world on his shoulders
"Saved you?" Tommy echoed.
"A vampire attacked long ago. Master Blade stood 'til his final breath in an attempt to save us time. He was no match and was struck down posthaste. The vampire intended to make our master his slave but his resolve was too strong. He inherited the curse but maintained his free will. Even in the afterlife, we owe him our deepest thanks."
"What happened to his lovers?" Tommy inquired.
"None of us know. No bodies were found. It's likely they were murdered and taken by the vampire. All of the servants were struck down first so we had no chance to find out."
Tommy nodded solemnly. No wonder Techno was aching for companionship.
"We only wish the best for our master," The spectre continued, pale eyes awash with emotion. "He desires a new romance, one to fill the emptiness in his heart. When you came, we hoped it could be you. Our hope still stands, Master Simons."
"I can't make any promises," Tommy sighed heavily. "I like Techno a lot but...It's only been a week and..."
"And?"
Tommy chewed on his lower lip. He wanted to say he had a life to return to but that was a lie. He had no one to wait for him. There was no lover, no family, no friends. He was a wanderer who paid to live and lived to pay. Maybe it was time to settle down and start the next biggest adventure of his life.
"I'll think about it. I promise."
The spirit nodded, the faintest of smiles pulling at his lips. Bowing deeply, he disappeared, leaving Tommy with an unnameable ache deep within his chest.
"Are you ready for the hunt?"
Tommy watched Techno as he fed Floof, his words and his actions strangely contradictory.
He pet the tiny dog as he snacked away, laughing when Floof started running circles around the bowl. When he was done eating, he flopped on his side, panting happily. He was asleep within seconds.
"Only if you are," Tommy replied, a soft smile gracing his lips. He couldn't get today's discovery out of his head. "What does it entail?"
"Well today," Techno stood up straight. He was terrifyingly tall at full height. "We're going into the woods."
"I thought you said the demonfolk would taste like rat poison." Tommy smirked.
"There's more than just monsters out there. I'm sure we'll find something palatable."
"...Is this just an excuse to show me the woods, Master Blade?"
Techno glanced at the hunter, his otherworldly eyes glimmering in the dim light.
"Yes."
"Alright then," Tommy stood, grabbing his cloak and pulling it on. He sheathed his beloved sword, patting himself down in case he forgot something. "Shall we?"
"We shall."
The pair entered the woods through the back courtyard. A sense of pride filled Tommy's chest when the gate opened smoothly. It'd taken him a long while to oil such ancient metal. Techno followed the light of the moon, forging an unmarked path. Tommy made sure to stay close beside him. If they were split up, despite his abilities as a huntsman, he didn't think he'd last long in such an evil forest.
For once, Techno was silent. His face was strained and he walked stiffly. Tommy wondered if the lack of feeding weighed on the vampire's body. He ate plenty of mortal food but it seemed that blood was what really kept him alive.
As they wandered, Tommy paid close attention to the woods around them. The trees were a sickly deep green in color, the leaves pale and brittle. Unlike most forests, the air was stagnant. If not for the occasional wild call of an animal, you'd think it dead. They passed a tree marred with deep cuts, oozing crimson sap. Even from a distance, Tommy could smell it, resembling the stench of a decaying carcass.
"I know the aesthetic suits you," Tommy spoke up, his hand tight on the hilt of his blade. "But if I were you, I'd have chosen a more...Nicely magical forest. With springs and unicorns."
Beside him, Techno chuckled.
At this point, Tommy could no longer see the castle behind them, the view swallowed up by a thick line of looming trees. The deeper they went, the tighter fear's grip became around his heart. It was the magic of the forest, he thought, poisoning my mind. He swiveled his gaze back to Techno, watching his nostrils flare as he sniffed the air like a bloodhound.
"Picking anything up?" Tommy offered.
"No. All I can smell is... You."
"Oh. I hope I smell okay?"
"You smell...Just fine, Tommy."
The huntsman nodded, not entirely sure how to respond. He froze in place when the shrubbery beside them shuffled. Techno immediately swooped in front of Tommy, his cape fanning out with a dramatic swish. His crimson eyes glowed bright enough to rival the moon. He bared his fangs, hunching down until his chest was level with his waist.
Before Tommy could ask what was wrong, something large and furry leapt from the brush. Techno caught it mid-air, sinking his nails into its flesh. It wailed, thrashing wildly.
Techno didn't buckle, a roar building up in his throat as he threw the monster to the ground. It seemed to flee, only to take a wide turn to rush back.
"What the FUCK is that?!" Tommy yelled, drawing his sword and whipping out a vial of holy water.
"That, my dear, is a warg. These woods are absolutely infested with them."
Techno reeled back, slashing through the air. A wave of energy, pulsing red and black, tore through the dirt and sent the warg reeling. It didn't give up, scrambling to its feet for another pass. This time, Techno was less steady on his feet. He ripped off his cape, standing at full height and bracing himself. Tommy watched as his pointed wing-tips dug into the soil, his stance widening.
The warg landed at full force. Techno maintained his ground, his position holding as the momentum pushed him through the dirt.
Tommy barely had a chance to dodge, turning on his heels to rush the beast. Just as he went for a shoulder-to-shoulder slash, the monster jumped back, throwing Tommy off balance. He skidded slightly, catching himself on a tree.
"Stay back, Tommy!" Techno called. He surged forward, gliding towards his target.
"I've slain vampires, Techno, I know what the fuck I'm doing!" Tommy yelled back.
Techno pulled a hidden dagger from his vest, sending it like a streak of silver through the air. It embedded itself into the warg's chest, making the beast howl and cry. Tommy followed up with a perfectly timed toss of holy water. It hit the ground just at the warg's feet, exploding in a spray of mist. The warg's screams intensified. It charged blindly, ripping down trees as it went.
"Tommy!"
Time seemed to slow down.
Tommy knew he wouldn't make it. There was too little distance between him and four sets of knife-like claws. He inhaled deeply through his nose, throwing up his arms in an attempt to shield himself. Techno seemed to moved instantaneously, materializing right in front of the huntsman. He met the beast halfway, landing a solid uppercut just below the knife wound, driving it deep into the monster's heart. The warg went flying, collapsing a great distance away, and didn't move again.
"Sweet fucking heavens, Techno, that was incredible!" Tommy gushed, adrenaline singing in his veins. "I've never seen such animosity in a person before, it was—Techno?"
The vampire was on his knees, his hand clasped over his chest. Blood trickled thickly between his fingers, dark as the night. Tommy dropped beside him, his hands trembling.
"Shit, Techno, that looks horrible—let me, I can just—"
"Tommy no, don't," Techno managed a half-smile, pain etched on his beautiful features. "It's fine. You can't help."
Tommy struggled for words. Techno was weaker than he'd let on, the magic he'd been indulging in slowly wearing him down. He was famished, his skin paler than usual, his scarlet eyes starting to cloud. While he was immortal, that didn't mean he was immune to suffering.
If his condition decayed too far, he'd live his never-ending existence in absolute agony.
With a gasp, Tommy yanked off his cloak, unbuttoning his vest and collared shirt to bare his neck.
"Drink. Please, Techno, for fuck's sake, drink." Tommy begged.
"N-no, I swore I would never—"
"I don't give a fuck!" Tommy's eyes swam. He leaned in closer, tilting his head to the side for better access. "You're the only person who's ever shown me an ounce of fucking genuine kindness for fuck all in return. You've been so goddamned nice, let me repay you the favor. Please, Techno."
The vampire hesitated, his face contorted in pain. Finally, he moved.
It wasn't as painful as Tommy expected. Most tomes regaled vampire bites as burning, flesh-rending, endlessly painful stabs of torture. It felt more like a regular bite would, the pinching sensation slightly more intense.
Tommy felt his skin give and nearly heard the puncture in his head. His eyelids fluttered as Techno began to drink. The suction was an incredibly odd feeling, somewhere between uncomfortable and erotic. When his tongue pressed to Tommy's neck, no doubt hungrily lapping at any stray drops of blood, Tommy shivered. He reached out for support, laying his hand on Techno's chest. He was no longer bleeding, the wounds healing over as he fed.
When Tommy was just on the verge of fainting, Techno stopped. He pulled away, salving the bite with a flick of his tongue and a delicate kiss.
"Thank you," He whispered, his voice alone sounding much stronger. "I owe you my life."
"Consider us even," Tommy replied, his voice now weak. "Oh, that's gonna leave a mark."
"Literally," Techno chuckled. His fingers ghosted over the twin pinprick scars. "Thank you, Tommy, I mean it."
The huntsman went to answer with a sarcastic reply, only to finally succumb to the dark and fall into unconsciousness
Tommy remembered flying. He was high in the air, zipping through the clouds. He plucked at one of the fluffy masses, popping it into his mouth. It tasted like his childhood, of molasses tarts and slow-baked apples. It dissolved on his tongue, leaving his mouth in a puff of smoke.
He looked up, admiring the stars twinkling above him. If he stretched out his arm just a little more, he was sure he could grab one. A voice deeper than night and warmer than a summer day scolded him not to. It surrounded him like a blanket, kissing him tenderly.
Tommy woke up.
He blinked in the face of the morning sun.
Looking around, he realized he was back at Techno's castle, tucked into bed. With a weary sigh, he sunk heavily into the mattress. Rolling his head to the side, Tommy bolted up when he realized he wasn't alone.
Techno was at his bedside, arms crossed and chin pressed into his chest. He was asleep, inhumanly still. It didn't seem like he was breathing at all. He was still wearing his blood-soaked shirt from last night.
Tommy made a move to silently sneak out of bed, trying his best to shift without a sound.
"Where do you think you're going?"
The huntsman froze, one leg off the bed and one still shoved firmly under the blankets. He swiveled his head, offering an innocent smile.
"Just...On my way to get breakfast."
Techno quirked his eyebrow, his eyes tracing a path to the bedside table. Breakfast was already laid out.
"...Off to the bathroom?"
"You need to rest," Techno urged. When he stood, his movements were smooth and effortless. He emanated power strong enough to make Tommy cringe. "After last night—"
Tommy shot forward, crossing the bed in a flash.
"Am I vampire now?! Did you make me undead?! I mean, the sacrifice is worth it, I have no regrets, but I need to know—"
"Settle down!" Techno laughed, eyes crinkling in the adorable way they did. "Relax, my dear, you aren't undead. I didn't convert you, I solemnly swear."
"...Okay, so then what did you do?"
"Eat first. Then I'll explain."
Tommy eyed him warily but acquiesced. He leaned back against the pillows, propping the tray on his thighs. Techno's gaze didn't soften until Tommy had wolfed down an entire egg, a slice of bread, and two sausages, all washed down with a few loud chugs of creamy milk.
"This is secret knowledge but a bite isn't a guaranteed transformation," Techno supplied, crossing his legs to appear more astute.
"Vampires have a choice. If we want to expand our influence, we can change a human into a vampire by infecting them with our venom. It's a voluntary action that we have full control of. We're capable of bites merely to appease our appetite. Otherwise, the countryside would be overrun with red-eyed demon sheep by now."
"That's...A good point, I'd never thought of that." Tommy narrowed his eyes, sinking his teeth into another slice of bread, this time smothered with jam.
"Of course, if humanity at large knew bites weren't fatal, we wouldn't be as feared so. It's a bit of a secret. I thought...You wouldn't want to be changed without warning so I merely ah. Fed."
"Well I appreciate your gentlemanly decision," Tommy smirked, holding up his glass of milk in a mock toast. "Nice to simply be a meal."
Techno hummed softly, his smile reaching his eyes. Tommy had never noticed that they weren't just red, swimming with varying other shades and hues. It was hypnotic in a way.
"So uh. There are no side effects?" Tommy looked worried.
"None whatsoever. Well. You'll have that mark for a while."
Tommy reached up, gently stroking his neck. If his fingers moved too fast, it was undetectable. He prodded more gingerly. They were like two small dimples in his skin, molding to his fingertips as he pressed.
"If you want to be seen in public, I suggest a high necked sweater." Techno snickered.
Tommy chuckled as well, only to freeze. Public. What could he do now? Not only had he failed to slay a vampire but now he was marked by one. Word would spread even faster that Tom Simons, master huntsman, was not only a failure but a traitor as well. He would be ridiculed, attacked, strung up at the stake and set ablaze. Anyone even remotely affiliated with darker magic, either by fact or rumor, was sent to be burned. Fraternizing with vampires was immediate cause for death. Tommy, upon leaving the castle grounds, would be a dead man walking.
"Stay with me." Techno interrupted his thoughts.
"...Pardon?"
"Stay with me, Tommy," Techno urged more passionately. He took the huntsman's hands in his own. "Stay here with me for as long as you'll have me. I'll keep you safe. I'll keep you happy. A day won't go by where you won't feel loved and appreciated. The servants already like you, Floof is absolutely crazy about you. If you left...We'd all respect your choice but you'd leave behind a void. Stay instead. Grow old with me, Tom Simons. I beg of you."
Tommy's voice caught in his throat. He was still in his pajamas, half-awake, with crumbs on his lap and a vampire on his metaphorical knees practically proposing marriage.
"I know it's only been a week and a half but there's something about you," Techno was on a roll, nowhere close to slowing. "I feel like our hearts are connected by fate. You're so familiar, so welcome, so easy to love. My soul soars when I see you, my body aches when you look at me, I weep in the face of your—"
Tommy closed the gap between them, slotting his lips with Techno's. They kissed for a long while, hands tangling in the other's hair, lips moving in perfect synchronous. Tommy barely had a chance to breathe before Techno was running his tongue along the younger man's bottom lip. As their mouths collided, Tommy let out a shuddering moan. He traced Techno's fangs with the tip of his tongue, their sharpness making his nerves sing.
"Yes," Tommy gasped, pulling back. "I'll stay. I'll stay for you."
Techno smiled softly, moving in for another kiss. Tommy leaned back, snapping the curtains shut to shield his beloved vampire from the sun's harsh rays. They fell back on the bed together, entangled in the sheets. Each kiss dissolved into another until the pair devolved into a fit of airy giggles.
"Now what?" Techno whispered, his pink hair framing Tommy's face.
"Now I finish up my repairs in the garden before moving on to the cellar," Tommy replied, mischief glinting in his eyes. "I've seen down there. It's more a home for spiders than it is storage for wine."
"I don't drink," Techno shot back, trying his best to appear offended. "And I like spiders, they keep good company."
"Good thing you’ve found the one other person who likes spiders enough to give them a home."
"Good thing indeed."