Fic: A Meeting (Tanz der Vampire / Spring Awakening)
Title: A Meeting
Author: Valancy
Words: 200
Fandoms: Tanz der Vampire / Spring Awakening
Characters: Alfred, Moritz
Notes: windelitte suggested someone should write a crossover fic about Alfred (Tanz der Vampire) and Moritz (Spring Awakening, new Hungarian version). I saw the "cross-a-drabble" meme and started thinking about it, and ended up writing this - though it’s 200 words, not 100, since I possibly couldn’t express enough in just 100 words so I made it double. I want to write a longer story than this, but while looking for the idea for that, I thought this would do for a taste and an introduction of sorts. I’ll expand it into a full-length story later, I hope.
(Moritz is based on Mihálka Gyuri's interpretation in the new Hungarian production, with a nod to the original play. As for Alfred, I was mostly thinking of Pásztor Ádám's version when I started this, but it doesn't mean it won't work with others.)
A Meeting
Where Alfred thought the Professor should be, stood a pale-faced young boy, staring at him curiously and not looking entirely alive. Alfred screamed.
"Did I scare you?" The boy looked disappointed. "I thought I put the head back on right!"
This didn’t help Alfred calm down.
"Please, don’t be scared", the boy pleaded. "I’m lonely and you’re the first nice human to see me in years. Not one of them."
"Oh. Aren’t you a vampire?"
"No. I’m a ghost."
Alfred wasn’t sure this was better. "I... think I should go."
"Please don’t! I’m so lonely. I don’t get to talk to anyone since I failed my exams and killed myself." Pale, lucid tears streamed down the ghost boy’s cheeks. Alfred felt his heart tugged by the sight. He knew it felt horrible to fail something.
"I... suppose I could talk to you a little... Uh, what’s your name?"
"Moritz," the boy whispered, smiling through tears. Smiling he looked quite engaging, and not so dead.
Alfred bravely held out his hand, trying to still the fearful beating of his heart. "I’m Alfred. Nice to meet you, Moritz."
The ghost’s hand, solid and real, seemed to get warmer as he grasped it.
Author: Valancy
Words: 200
Fandoms: Tanz der Vampire / Spring Awakening
Characters: Alfred, Moritz
Notes: windelitte suggested someone should write a crossover fic about Alfred (Tanz der Vampire) and Moritz (Spring Awakening, new Hungarian version). I saw the "cross-a-drabble" meme and started thinking about it, and ended up writing this - though it’s 200 words, not 100, since I possibly couldn’t express enough in just 100 words so I made it double. I want to write a longer story than this, but while looking for the idea for that, I thought this would do for a taste and an introduction of sorts. I’ll expand it into a full-length story later, I hope.
(Moritz is based on Mihálka Gyuri's interpretation in the new Hungarian production, with a nod to the original play. As for Alfred, I was mostly thinking of Pásztor Ádám's version when I started this, but it doesn't mean it won't work with others.)
A Meeting
Where Alfred thought the Professor should be, stood a pale-faced young boy, staring at him curiously and not looking entirely alive. Alfred screamed.
"Did I scare you?" The boy looked disappointed. "I thought I put the head back on right!"
This didn’t help Alfred calm down.
"Please, don’t be scared", the boy pleaded. "I’m lonely and you’re the first nice human to see me in years. Not one of them."
"Oh. Aren’t you a vampire?"
"No. I’m a ghost."
Alfred wasn’t sure this was better. "I... think I should go."
"Please don’t! I’m so lonely. I don’t get to talk to anyone since I failed my exams and killed myself." Pale, lucid tears streamed down the ghost boy’s cheeks. Alfred felt his heart tugged by the sight. He knew it felt horrible to fail something.
"I... suppose I could talk to you a little... Uh, what’s your name?"
"Moritz," the boy whispered, smiling through tears. Smiling he looked quite engaging, and not so dead.
Alfred bravely held out his hand, trying to still the fearful beating of his heart. "I’m Alfred. Nice to meet you, Moritz."
The ghost’s hand, solid and real, seemed to get warmer as he grasped it.