My own little headcannon for School for Little Vampires, revolving mostly around Oskar and Gothetta.
I've come up with my own visual age system for the vampires since the shows pretty wibbly wobby on it. Oxblood is stated to be 200 years older than some of his oldest students he's ever had at the school, so I have reason to believe that every 7 or so years is about the equivalent to 1 year of growth for a vampire. I figure ageing starts slowing once they stop actually growing, and age then becomes more of what (un)life hands you to affect you visually. This way, they all grow up the same, but you have some ageless vampires like the Count Von Horrificus who look as if they are not ageing because they manage their stress and body well versus other like Oxblood and Lenny who have given in to the visual temptation that come with time. I hope that makes sense.
This makes vampires about 18 and fully grown around 135, and I predict them all to be around 75 in the show's cannon.
Breakfast
Puberty was not the slow moving beast under water as it should have been for Oskar Von Horrificus. It didn't come in stages, with awkward but smooth intentions. It came not with somewhat gangly limbs or face bumps. Oskar, by all means, had no warning for the bomb that would drop within in. He'd already seen Stoker and Leechy slowly grow into more masculine forms and being. For them, it had been textbook, methodical, annoying, and wonderfully predictable.
Adulthood, although, hit Oskar like a brick to the face.
At first, it was as if nothing had changed. Although shorter than most of the other boys, he still had some height to be proud of. His adult fangs were finally coming in. Boyish but not altogether childish anymore, he was growing and knew it was only a matter of time until he physically caught up. It had been an exciting notion – to grow up. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he understood the finite nature of his current state. As a child, time mattered, and years were something you counted.
He used to count a lot. He counted the number of years until he'd been an adult. He counted the number of years left in school. He counted his age, and that of his friends. He was content with the infinite lifespan he was handed. Counting mattered less as he came upon the deadlines of his childhood. He had been moving perpetually closer to simple existence since he had been born and it was exciting and frightening and completely inevitable.
Lenny broke his thoughts with a delivery of breakfast. A plate of lizard eggs and blood sausage was place gingerly for him, and the overwhelming smell of the blood churned Oskar's stomach familiarly.
The dining room was rowdy. The Count sat at the head, Lady Kryptina by his right, and the two ate with centuries of practised elegance and decorum. Professor Oxblood, at the Count's left, ate with far less poise, but gusto and that had always pleased Lenny. Young Klot, who's puppy fat and rounded child figure was all but gone, fed Ashley spoonfuls from his own plate. Stoker ate as if he'd perish without it all in his system immediately. Leechy, laughing to himself, stopped between bites to make notes on a pad of papyrus with a quill and inkwell.
Oskar, chewing through a final bite of egg, looked to his right just as Gothetta took the seat next to him with her own plate. She ate silently, stopping to laugh at the wild conversation of the morning. Her wild hair was pulled over her shoulder for Aracula to play with as she ate. The spider curled into her hair happily, nesting in the mass of red. She flicked it over to her back as the spider grew close to terribly tangling her hair, and Aracula, peeved, bounced down to chew on the crumbs left on her plate.
Gothetta's deliverance to adulthood came upon her as gently as ashes falling from a fire. Her pale skin shone with sharp features. Her dark eyes were laced with black and gold. Her nose, a pointed piece of marble cut upon her face as if she were simply made to be beautiful and wondrous to look at.
It was no secret that she was growing into a dark beauty. Tall, and lean, with shapely curves starting to fill her form. Stoker had made many attempts to taunt her into a tryst, especially after his shoulder muscles filled out and he slowly started becoming the dark and damning figure he always thought himself to be.
She was, if anything, indifferent. Far too used to his attentions, she had come to the resolution of ignoring him and hoping he'd go away. Usually, it worked, and when it didn't Oskar was their to pick up the pieces.
Finishing up her food, and leaving the rest to her dearest spider, she stopped to give Oskar a small smile before attempting to stretch away the evening fog in her bones. Stoker had made it quite clear he was watching, with an approving hum. She snorted as she tucked her head towards Oskar and waved him off with a flippant hand.
Oskar chuckled at Stoker's dejected face, and as he turned to look back at her was greeted with the sight of her neck. White, smooth, and jutted towards him as she pulled kinks out.
For a moment, all he could see was her skin. The taut flesh pulled deliciously over her neck. Her muscles vibrated underneath with satisfaction. Then he heard it; her veins, her essence, her blood. His eyes fluttered closed as the melodious rumble of molasses under her skin called to him. Something base, far older than anyone or anything in the room thundered through his underbelly. His mouth and thoughts were as if someone had stuffed him full of cotton balls. He couldn't see, he couldn't think. He could only want.
Want her.
The absurd thought shot him back to reality and it only took but a second for it all to come crashing in. Gothetta's blood still chimed in his ears as it ran thick through her veins. The smell of the blood sausage was overpowering, like a garlic grenade or full on assault from one of Polidori's successors.
His stomach dropped, and the cotton in his body turned to hurricanes and storms. His mind was a buzz with sirens. His mouth felt hot and wet.
Then, Oskar Von Horrificus vomited across the dining table, and fainted on the spot.
Prompts welcome!
