Alice: Happy Halloween!
Emily: I'm writing two one-shots for Birdflash.
Alice: I hope you all enjoy! They won't be both in this specific story.
Emily: Anyways, here's the first one! Enjoy!
Alice: I actually might make Halloween one-shots for all my OTP's.
Emily: So yeah. Here's the first one.
Title: The Hunter and the Hunted
Summary: Wally is a highly trained vampire hunter. When his next mission is to attack a vampire named Dick, he is fully intent on killing the younger boy. That is until he sees his blue eyes and falls in love with him.
Pairings: Birdflash.
The Hunter and the Hunted
Part 1
Dick narrowed his blue eyes slightly. He pressed his back against the tree, glaring down at the vampire hunter. Wally West was known as one of the best vampire hunters out there. Part of Dick was happy it was so late at night and his dark clothes blended in so well. Wally, though still in dark clothing, could be seen due to his bright hair. Another part of Dick just wanted to slit the boy's throat and suck his blood. But Dick was no murderer, and he respected all humans just as Bruce told him. But he was so thirsty. He licked his lips at just the thought of tasting the hunters blood. It did smell awfully good. Dick bit his bottom lip, drawing some of his own blood. He just wanted the hunter to leave, so he could find a deer or something. "I know you're there," Wally called out. Dick's eyes went wide. Did he not disguise himself well enough? Luckily for him, he was on one of the highest branches of the tree, so Wally couldn't possibly climb up without the fear of dying.
Instead he crossed his legs and let out a puff of air.
"Fine," Dick admitted. "I'm here. Now can you leave me alone so I can get a deer or something?"
Wally raised an eyebrow. The vampire actually admitted to being there? He rolled his eyes. He decided not to speak back to maybe see if the vampire would reveal more than just the agenda on what he was going to eat. After a few moments of silence, he heard a slight groan. Wally sighed. "Look if you come down here and fight me, maybe you'll win and get to eat me."
"Ew," Dick's lip curled in disgust. "I don't suck on human blood. That's gross."
Wally frowned. "Why? Vampires like blood. I highly doubt something like a deer can satisfy you."
Dick frowned a bit before sighing slightly. "My parents... they died from a vampire sucking their blood. He was about to kill me but ended up turning me instead."
There was silence. Dick grinned though not out of happiness. "Think of the irony of the situation! I'm the thing that killed my parents."
Normally Wally would roll his eyes. Usually vampires would tell him sob stories about families and children or anything really. But the way Dick said it in such an earnest voice... it made him feel guilty. "Sorry about that," Wally sighed. "Doesn't mean I can't ignore a mission."
Wally jumped back in surprise. Dick leaped off the tree and landed inches from him. Wally found himself staring into beautiful blue eyes that shone with the moonlight. Wally found himself fighting back a blush. Dick just smiled at him. "You believe me?"
"Um... yeah?" Wally's hands slightly shook. Why wasn't he grabbing a weapon to kill this kid? His eyes, Wally frowned, they look too happy and honest. I can't kill someone with eyes like that.
Dick grinned. "I like you. You know besides the whole you trying to kill me thing. Can we be friends?"
Okay, Wally clarified, there is something wrong with this kid. But maybe if I'm his friend... then I can kill him without having to chase him down.
"Um... sure?" Dick didn't seem to notice the slight hesitation. Instead, he jumped up, wrapping his arms around Wally's neck and grinning. Wally froze. For a moment, he honestly thought the kid was going to bite him. Instead though it was just a friendly hug. Reluctantly, Wally patted him on the back wondering if that was good enough to return the hug. Dick finally released him with a bright grin which Wally found himself blushing at. "Um..."
"What?" Dick titled his head to the side. Wally flinched when he saw the slight fangs poking out. Dick seemed to notice and quickly shut his mouth, frowning slightly. "Sorry... happens when you're thirsty."
"Oh it's fine," Wally reassured him. "So you're Dick, right? Dick Grayson?"
"You bet," DIck sat down, cross legged on the grass. "And you're Wally West, famous vampire hunter. I've always wondered why though. Why do people chose to kill us?"
"Why do you kill us?" Wally mumbled, sitting down with him.
Dick smiled. "Oh, you mean the pure bloods, right? They kill humans. Well most of them do. Usually the ones who were turned don't kill humans cause we were human once, you know? I mean, if we go blood crazy then we'll probably kill people. But that doesn't happen too often..."
"Blood crazy?" Wally frowned. Somehow, the term seemed familiar. His Uncle Barry must have told him about it at some point.
Dick nodded, his eyes growing dark. "It's pretty scary. Our eyes get all red and we lose all morals. We attack anything that smells good and... yeah. I've never been blood crazy before, but the vampire who turned me was. Trust me when I say it's not a pretty sight."
Wally nodded, noting the information Dick was carelessly giving him. Dick smiled brightly at Wally. "How come you want to be a vampire hunter?"
Wally raised an eyebrow at the boy. Seriously the more time he spent talking to him, the stranger he became. This vampire was asking a vampire hunter why he wanted to be one. It's like Dick had totally forgotten that Wally was out to kill him. Luckily Wally didn't. Yet he wasn't grabbing a stake out of his belt. He wasn't grabbing a knife either...
Seeing that Dick was waiting for him to answer, he released the breath he didn't realize he was holding. "My dad was killed by one. Uncle Barry had to take care of me, and it was hard on him. I vowed to kill all the vampires I could to prevent what happened to me. But I guess the same thing happened to you..."
"Yeah." Dick nodded, guilt in his blue eyes before he broke out in a grin. "Let's talk about something less serious!"
"Um... okay?" Wally nodded. Dick grinned and began talking about his guardian, Bruce. Wally listened, thinking up maybe he could kill two birds with one stone. If Dick trusted him enough, maybe he could find this Bruce and kill him along with Dick. Wally had to bit his lip to prevent a smirk. This kid really was too trusting.
Bruce narrowed his eyes. It was almost sunrise and Dick still didn't return to the mansion. He went out searching for him only to growl when he noticed Dick was talking to a vampire hunter. He let out a hiss, exposing his teeth. Did Dick have a death wish? Bruce sighed, remembering their earlier conversation about vampire hunters.
"They're people though," Dick argued. "We used to be like them."
"But they still want to kill us," Bruce frowned.
Dick only grinned. "Well maybe if we show them our real selves then they'll like us!"
"They wouldn't," Bruce sighed, wondering how Dick could be so optimistic. His parents were slaughtered by vampire hunters while Dick's parents were slaughtered by a vampire. Quite the opposite but their parents still died. Bruce vowed to take care of the boy ever since he found him alone in the woods with blood covering his small body. Yet here Dick was, out to get himself killed.
"We'll see," Dick smiled before frowning. "Oh... I'm thirsty. Can I go out and get a deer?"
Bruce nodded as Dick grinned, exiting the mansion and running off into the night. Bruce sighed and sat down, massaging his temples with his fingers. Why did being a parent have to be so difficult?
Bruce narrowed his eyes when he smelled blood. Not Wally's blood but very close. He glanced over to see Barry, another hunter, narrowing his eyes at the two. Bruce hissed, knowing if he didn't act now Dick could very well die. Quickly, he jumped out in between Dick and Wally, hissing at the red head. Wally's eyes went wide as Barry jumped in front of him, glaring fiercely at Bruce. Dick frowned. "Dick," Bruce hissed. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Wally, why aren't you killing him?" Barry demanded. Dick glanced around Barry to see Wally biting his lip nervously. Bruce hissed at what Barry said. Dick nearly laughed at the irony of the situation. That is, if the situation wasn't so deadly.
"Well..." Wally bit his lip. "Um... he's just... well..."
And that's when Wally made his biggest mistake. He went with the truth. "His eyes," Wally confessed. At the confused looks at the three of them, Wally decided to explain. "He has honest eyes, Uncle Barry. I can't kill someone with eyes like that."
After saying that, Wally did realize he couldn't kill this kid. He really couldn't. His uncle just growled and hoisted him up by harshly grabbing his arm. Bruce narrowed his eyes and quickly nudged his head at Dick, who stood up. Sending one last glare towards each other, they dragged them away. Dick glanced back as did Wally. "Bye," Dick whispered, sending a soft wave. Wally nodded, sending a wave back.
Inwardly Wally cursed. How could he become such a softy? Next time he saw Dick, he would have to kill him. Even if he ended up hating himself, he had to do it.
It was his job, after all.
Alice: I hope you guys liked it!
Emily: Part 2 will come up some time soon.
Alice: Happy Halloween!
