Armand meets Dracula, tiny fic and wall
Meeting of Power
Paris, on the verge of the 21th century
Armand sensed his presence, even though he was still far away.
Another master vampire. A really old one. Maybe even older than himself. The thought about that fact gave even him some kind of goose bumps.
He’d never met someone with that much experience of life. His anticipation grew. He hoped it wouldn’t be an enemy. He hoped they’d go along well to talk a bit, maybe even hunt a few mortals together.
Not to kill them, but to drink a few sips of their delicious blood and then have a bit of fun with them and then let them go in the morning.
In fact, he yearned for a partner, a friend. He hadn’t had any contact with another vampire for about five years.
Finally the other one came into view. He was much taller than himself. A fact he was used to by now. So he must have been turned when he was a fully grown man.
The other hesitated. Of course he had sensed him as well.
He was wearing a long black cloak, leather pants just like Armand himself and a black T-shirt. Armand prefered a white, old fashioned shirt, which was not so old fashioned now anymore so it seemed.
The stranger wore his curly black hair shoulder length and open. Armand had decided to wear his in a ponytail.
It wasn’t cold hate that greeted him in the silver-grey eyes when they finally looked at each other. It was curiousity, interest.
Armand stared back, arms crossed, holding his head high.
The other one rounded him and Armand couldn’t supress a chuckle.
“Never seen another vampire as old as you?” He cocked his head, meeting the other’s gaze again.
His voice was very hoarse, as though he hadn’t spoken in a while. “None in a hundred years.”
Armand swallowed. That didn’t sound good at all. But he didn’t ask. Not yet.
“You haven’t fed yet.” The other one had sniffed his neck so fast, Armand just noticed it when he drew back.
“No, I don’t have to each night.”
“This is Halloween.” A tiny grin appeared on the other’s face. “We could go and scare some mortals, have some fun.” He bent his head and got right into Armand’s personal space. It was a test of strength, of will power.
Armand didn’t draw back. His amber eyes locked with the grey ones. Flashes of centuries of pain and lust and love and wanting surged through him. The last sensation was a terrible one of utter loneliness for a very long time. The same loneliness he had felt since Luis left him a hundred years ago.
The other’s eyes became slits for a split second and he grabbed Armand’s collar.
“Or we could have some fun without mortals, Armand, just the two of us…” The grey eyes turned to almost dark blue, the voice didn’t hide what must be his prefered accent. Scottish.
Armand’s Spanish accent was even heavier then before, when he loosened the other’s grip with only his will power, growling, “We could, Dracula.”
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