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Avid stood in front of the imposing castle, looking up at the tall spires that seemed to almost reach the clouds.
“You can do this.” He whispered to himself, unsure if anyone, vampire or not, would hear him. Though he wasn’t sure if anyone from town would just show up at the castle, not like Avid had done at least. Alone and without anything to fight off or even kill a vampire if necessary.
He had hidden all of that in an underground chest somewhere that he could go dig back up later, if he needed it.
He took a few deep breaths and shook his hands out. He didn’t want to psych himself out of this. He had come too far to let the last treads of doubt still clinging to his mind stop him from entering the castle.
He couldn’t turn back now, he had already made sure to start a fire in town, it was quite easy to do when everyone else had left to go turn a beacon. There would be nothing left for him to go back to. The others would for sure know that it was he who had started the fire, as he was the only one who hadn’t gone with them, so unless they assumed it was some of the vampires, then Avid was the most likely culprit.
Finally, he took his first step onto the crumbling bridge, which was more a shell of what it once was, what it would soon become once again.
He moved carefully over the bridge, taking extra care not to slip and fall.
He couldn’t have a serious accident now, not when he’s made it this far.
Having made it to the other side of the crumbling and barely stable bridge, Avid finally took his eyes away from his feet. He swallowed some of the spit that gathered in his mouth, suddenly feeling even more unsure than before.
A part of his brain reasoned that he could still turn back, that all would be fine, that the town would surely blame the vampires, maybe he could say he had charged after them? Maybe? It didn’t even sound like a believable excuse to Avid’s own ears.
The other part of his brain, the one that had brought him here, kept up the assurances that it had been giving him since he first picked up the flint and steel. The town never liked him, so why should he stay there? Both Drift and Shelby were vampires living in the castle, and they seemed to be a lot happier than they had been back in town.
A third part of his mind made itself known by simply whispering, ‘Scott’s there too.’
“Right, Scott’s just behind this door, or I guess he’s probably somewhere in the castle. I hope I don’t have to go find him.” He spoke aloud to himself as he made the final trek up to the giant doors.
They weren’t locked. Why would they be? When what hid within was far stronger and faster than any lock could ever hope to be.
He pushed open the doors, stepping into a dark, barely lit room.
A plush carpet at his feet led all the way down to a long table at the end of the room, or maybe the hall is a better word to describe the enormity of the room, that Avid now found himself in. There wasn’t anybody in there, except for himself, of course. Not that he would have been able actually to see if anybody was hiding somewhere.
He took a few hesitant steps forward, “Umm,” He called, unsure if there was anybody to hear him.
“Shelby? Drift?” He tried, hoping for a familiar face to show up, maybe that would calm his nerves.
As he neared the table, close enough for his hand to touch the carved wood, the door behind, the same one he had come in from, slammed shut. He whirled around with a yelp, panic once again setting in, his wide eyes searching for a figure that could have closed the door, but he found nothing standing there.
Instead, he was startled by someone leaning down and whispering into his ear.
“Boo!”
Avid whirled around so suddenly that he fell on his ass. He looked up, feeling small tears gather in the corner of his eyes, directly into Scott’s smirking face.
“Well, well, well, what do I have here? A vampire hunter has wandered into my castle, without any weapons or allies. What am I to do about you? Hmmm.” The elder vampire spoke, the smirk still on his face as he looked at the human who had still not made a move to stand up from where he had fallen.
“And calling out for two of the vampires here, I would have thought you hated them, should you not? They are evil, bloodthirsty monsters now, by your own description.”
Avid wanted to argue, he really did, but he knew that he didn’t really have anything that he could say against those claims, that was what he had once said, what he had once believed. Instead, he ended up just dumbly opening and closing his mouth, before ending up just skewing his lips closed in guilty silence. His gaze met the floor.
“What? Lost for words? I do have that effect sometimes.” He looked up, startled at Scott’s words, his face red, and his eyes wide as his mouth tried to come up with some answer or excuse that wasn’t just a complete jumble of words.
Scott was leaning up against the end of the table, not quite sitting on it, at least not fully. It would still be easy for him to walk over to Avid if he had to.
With a sigh, Scott waved his hand, dissipating Avid’s flustered and embarrassing attempts to explain himself.
“Why did you really come here, Avid?” He asked, breaking Avid out of his panic.
He was left blinking dumbly up at the vampire. “Huh?”
Avid could swear he saw Scott roll his eyes, but the man would surely deny it.
“I mean, you didn’t come here just to see Shelby and/or Drift, obviously.” He pushed himself away from the table. “It just doesn’t make sense, you know? You spent all that time accusing people, me especially, of being a vampire and of having killed various people in that town. So what I don’t understand is why you would suddenly feel the need to come here, without your… things…” Scott spoke the last word with clear disgust on his face, as he picked some invisible hair from his pristine coat.
“Well… I umm.” He couldn’t find a way to explain. How do you even explain that you just felt like you had to, that something deep in his subconsciousness had told him to come here? To come to Scott.
Scott crossed his arms and raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him.
“I don’t know, ok!?” He finally yelled. “It just felt like something was telling me to come here, and I don’t know why, but it felt like I had to listen to it!” He had shut his eyes tightly as he yelled so he couldn’t see Scott’s expression at his admittance.
After a moment, the silence was broken by a chuckle.
Avid looked back up at Scott, his eyes almost wetting his cheeks.
He felt himself become slightly annoyed, he had just admitted something deeply personal to the man he had feelings for, and he was laughing at him!?
Scott must have seen the slightly annoyed look of disbelief on his face, as he quickly tried to smother his laughter behind a fist. “Sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Then what did you mean by it like!? You just started laughing after I shared something deeply personal, something I was scared to even bring up, and you just started laughing at me!”
At the end of his little rant, he felt his teary face being lifted up by a finger on his chin. His mouth dropped open as he looked into Scott’s red eyes.
“There, no need to cry for that now, is there?”
Scott spoke gently, almost like he was speaking to a child, a child that was having a fit over not getting a toy they wanted, or something similar, which Avid now realized was a lot like how he had just acted.
As he continued looking into Scott’s eyes, neither of them speaking, Avid started to feel a shiver run down his back. He didn’t know if it was just his imagination, but Scott’s gentle smile had taken on a much more lecherous glint than before.
Avid glanced around the big closet he had been led to. Scott hadn’t really given him many instructions or told him to do anything specific. He had simply asked him to put on the outfit he had left for him. And Avid had quickly found it sitting on the lone chair in the room.
Though he hadn’t moved to open it yet.
When he first noticed the bag, a shiver ran down his spine, but he didn’t know if it was from fear or something else entirely.
Finally, he took a deep breath and told himself that he probably shouldn’t make Scott wait for him. It was just a bag, how bad could it be? Scott probably just wanted Avid to dress in some finer clothes, he was always commenting on what others were wearing.
But as he opened the bag and finally looked inside, he realized that no, Scott didn’t just want to dress him up in his own clothes, or some of his friends. According to Shelby, Scott had almost a full crypt of various clothes that had been left behind by some of the man’s past friends.
A knock on the door brought him out of his shocked stare down with the contents of the bag.
Standing in the doorway was Scott, who had obviously changed into different clothes as well, as the silk shirt that the vampire was currently wearing wasn’t the one Avid remembered him wearing.
“Need help?” He asked, already walking over, stopping once he stood directly behind Avid. He made quick work of reaching into the bag and pulling the stringy outfit for him. Avid’s hands held stubbornly onto the now-empty bag.
He held the barely clothing up in front of Avid, so he could see himself in the mirror. For a moment, Avid mourned at not being able to see Scott standing behind him.
“Personally, and you know I have great taste, I think you would look absolutely delicious in this, don’t you think so as well, my dear?”
Avid could do nothing but stare into his own blushing face staring back at him in the mirror.
Scott pressed a kiss to his cheek, which ultimately broke Avid out of his stupor. He looked down as a pale hand began undoing the buttons on his vest.
He snapped back into awareness as the last button on his vest came undone. He grabbed Scott’s hand, stopping him from continuing to undress him. His face was burning red, and he refused to look Scott in the eye, as he turned around in the other's arms before starting to push the other out of the room.
“I-I’LL DO IT!! I’LL DO IT MYSELF!!” He said, maybe a little too loudly, though Scott only laughed as he was pushed out of his own closet. “You can wait out here, I’ll… I’ll be quick!!” He spoke with sudden determination as he shut the door behind Scott.
He lets a small smile appear on his face, his sudden excitement making him nearly bounce on his feet. He turned and quickly made his way back over to the outfit that had been discarded on the floor. He hurriedly shed his clothes and changed into the outfit Scott had gotten for him. He spent a good while simply looking at himself in the mirror. It was the first time he had worn anything like this, but he kind of liked the way it looked and how it felt against his skin, he didn’t think he would be entirely opposed to wearing something like this again.
When he opened the door into the room, Scott had sat himself on a nearby chair. He uncrossed his legs and shifted to fully take in the man who now stood in front of him.
Avid nervously grabbed onto his own wrist behind his back.
Scott didn’t say anything, he simply lifted his fisted hand, his index finger curling slowly into his fist, he repeated the gesture a few times, before Avid ‘got it’ and moved over to the man. He was then quickly pulled down to straddle the man's lap, he felt Scott’s hands settle on his barely clothed hips, and his own hands settled on top of Scott’s shoulders.
Their lips were locked together barely a second later.
Slowly, Scott’s hands moved from his hips. Avid felt them move under his thighs, right before he was lifted as Scott stood up, taking small but quick steps over to the bed, where he quickly deposited Avid.
Avid looked up at Scott, slightly dazed, who was leaning over him on the bed.
It wasn’t long before their lips were once again connected, and he felt Scott’s hands start to move once again. This time, he started to remove his own clothes, piece by piece.
♥•••♥
Avid slowly blinked awake.
He was lying on his own pillow, back in his own bed, in the house he shared with Drift.
He slowly moved to sit up, grimacing at the feeling of drool on his cheek. He reached a hand up to rub the remaining sleep from his eye.
He considered going back to sleep, back to the amazing dream he had just been having. But he was stopped from lying back down by a knock on his door.
“Good morning! Hope you're awake. I made breakfast.” Drift’s voice came from the other side of the door. Avid only groaned as an answer.
As they were eating breakfast, it was silent for the most part, at least until Drift put down her fork and knife, and turned to Avid with a lifted eyebrow and a slight quirk on her lips.
“So did you have a good dream?”
Startled by the question, Avid ended up accidentally biting his tongue. Which thankfully helped him not to answer his roommate’s question. Though if her interested expression, what Avid liked to call her ‘detective face’, he wasn’t going to get away with not answering her for long. If Avid knew her as well as he thought, she had already come to her own conclusions.
He was unsure of how long he would be able to neither confirm nor deny, before he had.