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Thump!
A heavy sigh fell from the blond boy's lips, "Finally, jeez mom, why did you bring so much? You packed enough for a whole month!?" His mother replied with a soft chuckle.
She then replied "Incase of emergency! And it was a smart choice, especially after you decided you wanted to be so very adventurous last night." The boy rolled his eyes, embarrassed, he crossed his arms.
"I wasn't being adventurous, I told you! I saw a wasp in the car so I got out!" He knew that was a lie, but what would his parents believe, he helped some mystery guy hide from getting chased down by an old ass man trying to kill him and then said boy disappearing, or a wasp in the car? Turns out, neither.
"Sure, Tony." His mom left the conversation at that, even after her son's numerous attempts to set the story right(wrong), it didn't work.
"How about you go unpack your clothes before you end up like your father over there." She stopped rummaging through her suitcase and pointed to the man passed out on the couch.
Tony followed where she pointed and groaned, "fine..." He walked up the long staircase and wandered through the many halls. Maybe he could try and find that boy, Tony silently hoped that he was alright, even if he randomly disappeared.
Finally reaching his room, he entered. Wait, what the? He stood at the doorway staring at the room, everything was in place, except- when did he open that window?
He watched the long red curtains floating smoothly along with the breeze from the cold air outside. Weird. I swear that wasn't open before. Eh, maybe this place is haunted. Tony had his fair share of ghosts and vengeful spirts, he always had some sort of an obsession with those types of things.
He walked over to the window examining for any clues, nothing looked wrong? He let the air softly caress his face before deciding it was too cold, and he shut the window, leading to it letting out a small creek while it was being closed. Man, this house is old.
A long sigh left him once he remembered the suitcase full to the brim of his items of need he would have to unpack. He slowly turned to face his bed—
Then he abruptly came to a stop.
Ba-dum...Ba-dum...Ba-dum...
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
Bright Maroon eyes stared back. Never moving from Tony's own. He swears his heartbeat was the loudest thing in the room, begging him to run, move, do something! He couldn't.
He was being eyed like he was a raw piece of pork in front of a starved wolf. What do you do in this situation? walk slowly back? No, that's bears. Put your hands up to show you're not a threat? No, that's exposing himself to the attacks. Man he's really screwed.
The eyes began to rise, getting higher and higher. He couldn't shake the thought that he knew exactly what this- they are. The human-like eyes, and the dark red that had small shines of blue from the full moon outside.
No fucking way.
He was looking directly into the eyes of the dead. A Vampire — or he finally passed out from exhaustion and this was a dream.
He pinched himself— nope. He's actually seeing this. Oh no.
He backed away from the being hiding in the shadows. Oh I’m so screwed.ed. Stop. I was a vampire enthusiast a few years ago, what would I have done in this situation then? Probably fangirl. But that would get me killed, wouldn’t it?
The eyes stopped their ascension and were now swaying up and down, were they flying? Is that possible? Heck, if vampires exist he probably shouldn’t doubt it.
“Uh…hi?” Tony made an attempt at a greeting with a (very pathetic looking) smile and wave, why'd he do that? He had no clue.
“Hello.”
Whoa, what, why did this vampire sound hot — NOT IMPORTANT. It can understand him, that's good. Now what is he supposed to do with that?
“Umm, whatcha doing…?” gods help. Why did he have to have a crap vocabulary. This vampire could be who knows how old! Why would it understand ‘whatcha doing?’ He must've sounded so stupid.
“Hmm…”
the eyes started to descend again, hearing feet hit the floor, it sounded like a clack? Tony wondered what type of shoes they had on, they must've been old, maybe 1920s? Shut up, nerd. He told himself inside his head to quite the rushing questions. Now that he got a look, the being in front of him was actually quite short, huh, weren’t vampires supposed to be like 6 '6?
Another Clank! Oh shit, they’re walking towards him, oh he's a dead man.
“What’s your name?”
Huh. well that’s a mixed signal? should he answer? No, you shouldn’t give a vampire your name, no that's faè you idiot.
Oh Screw it.
“Tony…” he couldn’t move his eyes away from the red ones that were startlingly close to him now.
“You were the one in the woods, correct?"
It was a question but Tony sweared up and down it sounded like a threat. How do they know that was me? Were they the one chasing— oh gods. Were they the one being chased?
“Oh shit.” he mumbled under his breath, putting things together. That would make sense as to why the person vanished, if vampires could fly they could’ve easily flown up to a tree and hid, oh gods please let this just be a random thought, not actually real.
He took a shaky breath before asking the number one thing on his mind, “was that you?” The being took a few moments to answer before they stepped forward, now they were directly in front of Tony, if he reached out he could touch them, but most importantly, he could see them now that they were in the moonlight. Oh good gods, help me.
The one standing in front of him was shorter with a pale gray skin tone and a gothic-victorian clothing style. They had gorgeous jet black hair, it looked long, but he couldn't really tell from the style (best he could describe it would be spikey). Their ears had a few piercings that were colored a deep red, it reminded them of their eyes, speaking of, they seemed to be wearing some makeup, eyeliner, eye shadow, and some black lipstick if Tony had to guess. The neck was mostly covered but Tony could make out two deep holes that lay on the side of his neck, partially underneath the white blouse. It was hard to tell but he knew that he looked familiar, well, Tony thought, I guess I protected a vampire? Gods that sounds so weird.
The other in the room seemed to be examining Tony in the same way, seeing as their eyes wandered across his body and along his face, it made him blush a little, he never really thought that someone (especially from the dead) could look at him like that. But he kept his mouth shut and tried to ignore the flutter he felt in his chest.
“Yes, I’m Rudolph Sackville-bagg.”
Rudolph? I mean, weird-ass name, who names their kid after a reindeer, or wait is he older than that movie? Probably, look at the way he’s dressed! Tony examined Rudolph’s outfit again, but taking a closer look this time. Rudolph wore a white colored blouse with a black vest that held a red amulet in the middle, they had black pants with multiple belts and chains attached, the pants ended being tucked into their knee-high boots with a million buckles. The jewelry they wore consisted of silver necklaces, bracelets, and rings, they all had crosses, small bats, and Ruby's littered all over.
“Huh.”
Probably wasn't the best response he could give but were any of his replies?