Acting responsible with your vampire 1b/?
anonymous
February 22 2011, 22:18:15 UTC
Alfred thought it was the best day of his life. It wouldn't be better, if he had a winning lottery ticket. Excitement was a mild description of what he felt. Obviously, not because he nearly run over a stranger when he was going back home from a party, however it did concerned the said person.
After hauling the other's limp body to his flat, he couldn't leave the poor soul in the middle of a street, he put his 'find' onto the bed. As a student of medical degree he approach the body with a certain confidence of his trade. Firstly inspecting for any injuries or symptoms of substance overuse. No visible harm, no smell of alcohol or pot. What caught his immediate attention was the pale shade of the man's skin. Was he anaemic? Alfred leant over the body, gently pushing the scarf from the others face. A very handsome face, he noted, with delicate freckles showing over the nose. He lifted an eyelid. The iris was vivid green. Pretty but normal. The pupil was unusual, it's shape was not completely round. Oval. It reminded him of a reptile's eye. Alfred felt a rise of interest for the stranger's apparition. He had to check just to be sure. Slowly, not wanting to wake up the man, he poked the other's lips apart. He nearly squealed like a teenage fangirl on a rock concert. The mouth hosted a pair of long canine teeth. Bingo. The stranger was definitely a vampire.
If vampires did exist, Alfred F. Jones would be their groupie. He was fan that watched every single film and documentary, read all the books and attended the yearly convention for vampire hunters.
Alfred paced his small bedroom, unsure what to do next. He had finally found one. There was no other explanation. At the same time, a voice in his head said it wouldn't be wise to get his hopes up. Again.
He needed to calm down. Last time he let his imagination run wild, he ended put stalking the new transfer student Olaf. It was a small misinterpretation on his side. He saw the Norwegian sucking on his friend's neck during their get-to-know party. Next day, there was a purple bruise on Mathias' neck. It was easy to add these two together, at least in Alfred's pure mind. Unfortunately, Olaf was not a descendant of Dracula.
Alfred took the liberty and delicately touched and spread the unconscious man's lips. Yep. Definitely a long fang there. Feeling suddenly very curious, he started to reexamine the whole body. Alfred leant over the stranger and scrutinized him inch by inch. A close look at a living specimen. His own vampire. So, teeth, eyes checked. Shaggy hair, white skin, wow, the eyebrows. Should he write all of it down, or even better take a few pictures? Alfred shifted himself lower and gazed at the chest. His new, unconscious acquaintance could use a bit more muscles, he looked flimsy. Oh, very long fingers. A real aristocrat's hand.
The man wore a tad strange clothes for Alfred taste. A scarf, grey t-shirt, black jeans and jacket. Too normal. Not something you would associate with vampires. No velvet, frilly shirts, nothing goth style. The attire was definitely out of place.
Acting responsible with your vampire 1c/?
anonymous
February 22 2011, 22:19:43 UTC
After looking on the t-shirt for couple of minutes, Alfred decided that it was absolutely necessary to look underneath. Just to check if his new friend was not injured by something. A silver object embed into the flesh, a cross cut onto the skin or wood staked through the heart could inflict great damage. Vampires were such delicate creatures. Trying not to tremble, he lifted the fabric with his hand. Underneath Alfred didn't see anything out of ordinary. A bit of disappointment. The sight was mesmerizing despite it's normalcy, so Alfred stared. He felt like Indiana Jones (coincidence of surnames?) finally holding the holy grail. He would probably burn thought the stranger's stomach with his eyes, if the other didn't start to stir in his sleep. The t-shirt was quickly returned to it's original place. No harm done.
Alfred slowly rose from his spot and walked towards the door. Before the stranger-turned-friend would wake up, he would attempt to clean up his little flat. It was absolutely crucial to make a good first impression.
Alfred came back to the bedroom half an hour later, to shut the blinds before the sun rose. He didn't want his visitor turning into a pile of dust. "Gotta keep you safe buddy." he said, tucking the limp form under the blanket. He felt fuzzy warm inside, like that time he picked up a stray puppy from the street. The dog, Rocky, was now seven and stayed at his parent's house.
===
author!anon reread it 3/4 times, hope it lacks at least eyes burning grammar/logical mistakes. I'm probably still messing something up. Never thought so hard about commas in my life, really, writing is brain bending. And English is my first language. The introduction is done. So now the, em, the “eating” part should commence. Will take at least 4 day to do that.
Re: Acting responsible with your vampire 1c/?
anonymous
February 23 2011, 04:32:18 UTC
This seems really interesting so far!
Ohoo Alfred already knows he's a vampire! Reading the author's comment, I think I get why Arthur's pale now and rather ashamed I didn't notice the connection earlier.
Not that this is the same anon, or that I have good grammar or anything but definitely no eyeburning. ♥
After hauling the other's limp body to his flat, he couldn't leave the poor soul in the middle of a street, he put his 'find' onto the bed. As a student of medical degree he approach the body with a certain confidence of his trade. Firstly inspecting for any injuries or symptoms of substance overuse. No visible harm, no smell of alcohol or pot. What caught his immediate attention was the pale shade of the man's skin. Was he anaemic? Alfred leant over the body, gently pushing the scarf from the others face. A very handsome face, he noted, with delicate freckles showing over the nose. He lifted an eyelid. The iris was vivid green. Pretty but normal. The pupil was unusual, it's shape was not completely round. Oval. It reminded him of a reptile's eye. Alfred felt a rise of interest for the stranger's apparition. He had to check just to be sure. Slowly, not wanting to wake up the man, he poked the other's lips apart. He nearly squealed like a teenage fangirl on a rock concert. The mouth hosted a pair of long canine teeth. Bingo. The stranger was definitely a vampire.
If vampires did exist, Alfred F. Jones would be their groupie. He was fan that watched every single film and documentary, read all the books and attended the yearly convention for vampire hunters.
Alfred paced his small bedroom, unsure what to do next. He had finally found one. There was no other explanation. At the same time, a voice in his head said it wouldn't be wise to get his hopes up. Again.
He needed to calm down. Last time he let his imagination run wild, he ended put stalking the new transfer student Olaf. It was a small misinterpretation on his side. He saw the Norwegian sucking on his friend's neck during their get-to-know party. Next day, there was a purple bruise on Mathias' neck. It was easy to add these two together, at least in Alfred's pure mind.
Unfortunately, Olaf was not a descendant of Dracula.
Alfred took the liberty and delicately touched and spread the unconscious man's lips. Yep. Definitely a long fang there. Feeling suddenly very curious, he started to reexamine the whole body. Alfred leant over the stranger and scrutinized him inch by inch. A close look at a living specimen. His own vampire. So, teeth, eyes checked. Shaggy hair, white skin, wow, the eyebrows. Should he write all of it down, or even better take a few pictures? Alfred shifted himself lower and gazed at the chest. His new, unconscious acquaintance could use a bit more muscles, he looked flimsy. Oh, very long fingers. A real aristocrat's hand.
The man wore a tad strange clothes for Alfred taste. A scarf, grey t-shirt, black jeans and jacket. Too normal. Not something you would associate with vampires. No velvet, frilly shirts, nothing goth style. The attire was definitely out of place.
Reply
The sight was mesmerizing despite it's normalcy, so Alfred stared. He felt like Indiana Jones (coincidence of surnames?) finally holding the holy grail. He would probably burn thought the stranger's stomach with his eyes, if the other didn't start to stir in his sleep. The t-shirt was quickly returned to it's original place. No harm done.
Alfred slowly rose from his spot and walked towards the door. Before the stranger-turned-friend would wake up, he would attempt to clean up his little flat. It was absolutely crucial to make a good first impression.
Alfred came back to the bedroom half an hour later, to shut the blinds before the sun rose. He didn't want his visitor turning into a pile of dust.
"Gotta keep you safe buddy." he said, tucking the limp form under the blanket. He felt fuzzy warm inside, like that time he picked up a stray puppy from the street. The dog, Rocky, was now seven and stayed at his parent's house.
===
author!anon reread it 3/4 times, hope it lacks at least eyes burning grammar/logical mistakes. I'm probably still messing something up. Never thought so hard about commas in my life, really, writing is brain bending. And English is my first language.
The introduction is done. So now the, em, the “eating” part should commence. Will take at least 4 day to do that.
Reply
Marvellously funny, I can't wait for more!! ^o^
Reply
Ohoo Alfred already knows he's a vampire! Reading the author's comment, I think I get why Arthur's pale now and rather ashamed I didn't notice the connection earlier.
Not that this is the same anon, or that I have good grammar or anything but definitely no eyeburning. ♥
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment