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Since I'm still a bit busy and RL saw fit to intervene, my Advent drabbles will start running today, the 5th of December (well, yesterday actually, since it's past midningh here), and will end on January 5th.
First up is maderr's request of sparkly fail!vampire who sucks at being a vampire
There was a real vampire sitting at the bar. A very young vampire - and, by the looks of it, not a very bright vampire to begin with.
One simply did not walk into a Goth club dressed like... that. And while one could perhaps forgive the beige two-piece suit and the slicked-back hair, and even the unrealistic yellow contact lenses, one could simply not forgive the sparkling.
Moreover, the kid - he couldn't have been turned for more than a couple of weeks, maybe a month or two - was staring at the patrons in a decidedly non-vampiric way. Xavier though that, if the kid continued on like that, he'd soon rupture something. Or go hungry. Or get his ass kicked out, if the look he was getting from one of the bouncers was any indication.
And the sparkling... Xavier hadn't seen so much sparkle since disco had gone out of fashion.
Deciding to do both the world and his poor tormented eyes a favour, Xavier got up, walked up to the bar, grabbed the kid and dragged him out the door, literally throwing him against one of the garbage cans further back in the alley. That got him a half-decent snarl and a broody look that almost made Xavier cringe.
In pity.
Xavier rolled his eyes. "Sparkles, kid? What the hell? What are they teaching you after they turn you? Next you'll tell me that my blood smells like freesia." The look that got him was, he thought, supposed to be menacing... except that it wasn't. "Go home, kid. Wash up. Then go buy a proper vampire novel. Dracula. Maybe The Vampire Chronicles. And do our kind a favour - stop reading stupid books written by stupid Mormon women for stupid human teenagers. Because, seriously... What. The. Hell!"
First up is maderr's request of sparkly fail!vampire who sucks at being a vampire
There was a real vampire sitting at the bar. A very young vampire - and, by the looks of it, not a very bright vampire to begin with.
One simply did not walk into a Goth club dressed like... that. And while one could perhaps forgive the beige two-piece suit and the slicked-back hair, and even the unrealistic yellow contact lenses, one could simply not forgive the sparkling.
Moreover, the kid - he couldn't have been turned for more than a couple of weeks, maybe a month or two - was staring at the patrons in a decidedly non-vampiric way. Xavier though that, if the kid continued on like that, he'd soon rupture something. Or go hungry. Or get his ass kicked out, if the look he was getting from one of the bouncers was any indication.
And the sparkling... Xavier hadn't seen so much sparkle since disco had gone out of fashion.
Deciding to do both the world and his poor tormented eyes a favour, Xavier got up, walked up to the bar, grabbed the kid and dragged him out the door, literally throwing him against one of the garbage cans further back in the alley. That got him a half-decent snarl and a broody look that almost made Xavier cringe.
In pity.
Xavier rolled his eyes. "Sparkles, kid? What the hell? What are they teaching you after they turn you? Next you'll tell me that my blood smells like freesia." The look that got him was, he thought, supposed to be menacing... except that it wasn't. "Go home, kid. Wash up. Then go buy a proper vampire novel. Dracula. Maybe The Vampire Chronicles. And do our kind a favour - stop reading stupid books written by stupid Mormon women for stupid human teenagers. Because, seriously... What. The. Hell!"