There was snow everywhere. It stuck to our eyelashes, our boots made prints in it, Alucard stuck his tongue
out to taste it. He and I walked to the bench behind the school building and sat down. Schrodinger followed
behind us with that damned camera in his hand, the bag of fudge cookies he made for me in the other. Every
Christmas he'd make them for me but they always came with a price. He stood in front of us and turned his
camera on. I brought my palm to my face. I couldn't believe that I was about to do this.
Alucard looked at me, chuckling.
"You don't have to do it if you don't want to,"
"But I want food, goddamn it!"
He petted me.
"Come on now, Walter, all that fucking cursing isn't necessary,"
I got in his face.
"You're one to talk!"
He pretended to be scared and shied away.
Schrodinger ,intervened, holding the camera up at us.
"You guys do know that you are live, right?"
Alucard and I looked him up and down. He wore a red ribbon around his neck and his usual uniform except it
was white and seemed to be absorbing the snow that fell upon it. His swastika armband was replaced with a
new one with red and white stripes.
"You do realize that it is forty degrees out here, right?" Alucard said.
Schrodinger smiled.
"Oh, I'm not affected by the cold,"
"I'm not either, but still...," My stomach began to growl. "What the fuck?"
"Pardon," I uttered, embarrassed.
The frigid wind suddenly swept over us. I shivered as the cold seeped through the thick cotton of my turtle
neck. Alucard sat still while Schrodinger snickered.
"Awww, ish wittle Walter cold?"
I shot him a death glare, turning to Alucard.
"I'm going to kill him one day," I said
He laughed.
"But then he'd just come back to life,"
"Damn!"
Schrodinger started giggling.
"Alucard. Walter is sad, you should give him a hug,"
Alucard smirked then wrapped his arms around me. All three of us started laughing then, though to be honest,
I felt uneasy.I could hear Alucard prodding my thoughts, asking me, "Are you sure about this?" telling me, " I
could just use force, you know," but I shot him a mental 'no'. Schrodinger would just disappear out of
nowhere. Then I'd never get to eat his delicious holiday cookies. Damn him and his twisted fantasies!
I glared at him.
"I'm gonna get you for this you fag!" I growled.
Alucard chuckled at my remark and just like that, he gave me a quick peck on my mouth. I didn't know what to
think at first since it happened so quickly. Did I really just kiss a dude?
"You slackers!" Schrodinger blurted out.
Alucard burst into laughter and pulled away to slap his knees.
"You damned pervert! Give me my food!" I demanded.
"Not until you hold your end!" Schrodinger whined.
I fell back against the seat of the bench.
"Oh my God! This faggot cat!"
"Schrodinger, I thought you said kiss, not make-out," Alucard said.
Schrodinger blushed, titter tottering.
"I meant make out," he confirmed timidly.
There was a moment of silence. Then Alucard turned to me.
"...Can you believe this faggot ass cat?"
I laughed like, yeah, no shit.
Schrodinger pursed his lips.
"You're one to talk!"
Alucard shot Schrodinger a playful glare.
"Fight,"
"I don't wanna,"
"Coward,"
"No, I'm not!"
"Then fight,"
"No!"
"Cuz you don't know...," My stomach started growling again before Alucard could finish his sentence. He
turned towards me, freaked out.
I rolled my eyes, giving up.
"Look, can we just...get this over with? I mean it can't be that bad, right?
Alucard gave me one of his 'empty' looks. Those types of facial expressions that answer and ask rhetoric
questions at the same time. Then the school bell rang. Alucard and I didn't care though, we were skipping
today anyway. Fuck school.
"Come on! Come on! Hurry!' Schrodinger shrilled.
Alucard looked back at him.
"Turn the camera off," he ordered.
Schrodinger's little cat ears dropped.
"B-but, but!"
"Or I break it afterwards!"
Schrodinger uttered something underneath his breath before turning his camera off, a German epithet most
likely.
"Okay, this is the last one, and then you gotta get the fuck because we hate Nazis," Alucard said plainly with asmall chortle.
I let out a snicker while Schrodinger sat down in the snow like a kitten.
"Mkay,"
Alucard didn't touch me at all this time. He just leaned in. I shut my eyes tightly and felt his lips before I knew
it. They were brushing against mine, lightly at first. I tried to make sense of the warm waves rippling through
me as he nibbled on my bottom lip. I exhaled so shallowly it sounded like I was whimpering. The bench
squeaked as he scooted closer to me,then I felt the tickle of his fingertips gliding against my right cheek. I just
had to laugh at that point.
"Oh, fuck!"
I wiped off my mouth with my sleeve.
Alucard laughed.
"Oh, come now, it wasn't that bad,"
I looked at Alucard like he was from another planet then covered my face with both of my hands and laughed
some more. Then I looked up at Schrodinger, whose face was as red as a swollen blister.
"Can I have my cookies now?" I asked.
He nodded and tossed the bag to me. When I caught it, I almost dropped it. It was heavier than I thought,
and was still hot. I sat it down between me and Alucard.I would never thank Schrodinger after this, but he
was gone before I could even consider it. Good riddance then...
"Sooooooooo," Alucard started.
I cut him off.
"Don't even,"
"Don't even what? Ask you for a smoke?"
"What makes you think I have one?"
Alucard shrugged.
"Oh, I don't know, Mr. Pothead,"
I pushed Alucard away with one hand.
"Piss off!" I laughed. " I'm the one that should be getting high! I just kissed a dude!"
Alucard's eyebrows raised up high. "So, it was that bad?"
I had to think for a moment to answer that. When Alucard and I were walking towards the bench, I kept
thinking about how I would be scarred for life after kissing him. But I felt reached into his pocket, pulled
out a box of menthols, and handed me a cigarette.
I scoffed, taking it.
"You asshole,"
Alucard laughed as he slipped a cigarette into his mouth, took out a red lighter, and lit it up quickly.
"You had those the entire time and yet you ask me for weed?" I questioned.
"These don't do it for me, I'm afraid...," he said, watching the thick wisps of smoke leave his nostrils apathetically.
"Oh?"
He shook his head slowly.
"Not really. Vampires are more susceptible to...terrestrial substances. When it comes to drugs anyway. Trying to get high off of all this man-made, synthetic shit is just a waste of time. I don't see how you humans do it,"
He handed me the lighter. I lit my cigarette and took a slow drag.
"That's just with everything though isn't it?"
"Unfortunately,"
"...It wasn't that bad,"
"I know,"
"What do you mean you knew?"
"Oh my God, eat your fucking cookies! OUCH!" I pressed the burning end of my cig against his cheek. "I fear for your children!"
I took a peek inside of my bag and pulled out the biggest fudge cookie I could find then took a big bite out of
it. I was unaware that Alucard was watching me devour five more. I was freaked out when I noticed. He
looked like he was spacing out. I waved my hand in front of him.
"Helllooo?"
"You eat like a hippo...," He tilted his head to the side. "Why?"
"You should see what you look like when you're eating," I retorted.
"You know these conversations would be more interesting if we had weed, Mr. Pothead,"
I sighed.
"Remind me why I hang out with you again?"
Alucard took another quick drag then gave me a playful smirk.
"Because you're secretly attracted to me... you want me,"
I scoffed then took a bite of my sixth cookie.
"Yeah, that's the reason,"
"I know it is,"
"That was sarcasm,"
With it in between his index and middle finger, Alucard drew lumpy smoke circles in the air with his cigarette.
He waved his other hand around them to create smog.
"Or was it...?"