There's a serious lack of Chansaw in this fandom, so I decided that needed to be fixed. This will consist of a series of drabbles, some AU, some not.. Feedback is always welcomed!
Summary: Sometimes dating someone who is over 330 years old has its downsides.
Setting: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor am I affiliated with Heathers or Heathers: The Musical in any way, shape, or form.
"I can't believe you did that-!"
"You act like it's a big deal."
"You bit me!"
"That's kinda what comes with dating a vampire, dumbass." Heather said, rolling her eyes.
"Yeah, well, at least warn me next time." Veronica grumbled, rubbing at the spot on her neck.
"But the element of surprise is the best part. Mm.. Well, except the actual eating part. That's pretty good too." The blonde smirked, licking her red stained lips. "Besides, it was only a snack."
The brunette raised an eyebrow at her, "You consider sucking my blood 'a snack'?"
"I try to get the most use I can out of you. Your blood is one. You are another. I've been told I'm pretty good with my mouth. Wanna test that?"
Veronica flushed pink, at a loss for words, "Well, I-I.."
"I didn't spend my last 330 years reading, Veronica. By the time I'm done, you'll have wished I wanted a snack more often."
"Heather, I-"
"Just stop trying to talk already, god."
Within an instant, Heather's red lips had crashed against Veronica's chapped own, pulling her in for a passionate kiss that could have made time stand still. Did that sound too cheesy?
After a few moments, the brunette pulled away, making a face. "Oh my god, I could feel your fangs, that was weird-"
".. You just really aren't understanding this whole 'vampire' thing, are you?"