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An Annoying Little Vampire - Chapter Two :3
Jack was bringing his herd back home now, watching his newest little lamb prancing around like a princess. He knew another female sheep was pregnant, her bulbous swaying belly told him that much, and he was excited to see how the littlest member of the herd would react to getting a new playmate.
As he came back, Jack noticed the squirrel grave looked torn apart. Stopping to stare at it for a moment or two, a thought came into his head and stuck there- the mother wolf came back for another sheep, and not finding any, took the dead squirrel. She was probably getting food in the woods too, but even Jack knew that five pups was a lot for a wolf to handle. Especially considering he had yet to see the male. Poor thing was probably trying to feed them all by herself.
Walking with his sheep into the pasture, Jack played with the baby girl a little longer before going into his house, if for nothing else but to set his staff down and get some raw meat. He decided to leave mama wolf a little something at the edge of the woods.
He tossed the dripping mess into the trees, standing and looking at it for a moment before turning to leave.
"That's a waste of perfectly good meat."
Jack groaned. "I was kinda enjoying you leaving me alone, you know," he said, turning back around to see Pitch leaning in the shadow of one of the trees.
"And it's for the wolf," he said, "She came and took your squirrel…"
Pitch frowned, looked at the raw, bloody meat somewhat longingly, and then turned his gaze back to Jack. "She's already here," he grumbled, "She can smell it; she's just waiting for us to leave…"
"Probably just you," Jack snarled. Pitch scowled at him and vanished in the shadow. Sure enough, right after the evil entity was gone, the large grey wolf slunk out of the bushes and, glancing up at Jack warily a few times, took the meat gingerly into her mouth and ran off.
"Told ya," Jack said with a grin, walking toward his house. Pitch was hiding in the shadow of his house now.
Scowling at the white haired boy, Pitch growled, "Oh, shut up…"
"Even wolves are scared of you," Jack teased, staying right in the sun and out of harm's way, "Nobody likes a zombie, Pitch…"
"Not a zombie," he grumbled, picking on of his nails, "Zombies have no rational thought. They just eat. They're hulls of hunger… Vampires remember more…"
"You're technically a zombie," Jack said, frowning, "You're undead. Therefore, a zombie."
Pitch rolled his eyes. "Undead doesn't mean zombie…" he muttered, watching the sheep prance around.
Pointing a claw in the direction of the herd, Pitch grumbled, "Your sheep's going into labor, jus' so you know…" Jack blinked, spinning his head around to see his newest momma to be collapse with a loud bleat of agony. He ran, hopping over the gate, to her side and he quickly carried her into a stable. Pitch showed up inside the hut, watching with mild interest as Jack soothed the sheep and helped massage her sides, easing through her birth.
It took hours, but finally an adorable little white lamb was brought into the world. Pitch practically charged the tiny, blood soaked thing, but restrained himself if for no other reason than he'd get attacked by Jack, and probably the Sandman, judging by the time… Jack carefully cleaned the baby up, allowing the mother to lick his face and make sure he imprinted on her. Soon enough the little baby was nursing.
Jack smiled. "He's precious," he whispered ruffling the curls on the new mother's head. She nipped his fingers gently and licked her newborn tenderly. Pitch groaned and walked out of the stable.
Not three seconds later the little black babe came prancing in. She let a happy 'baa' ring out before she began bouncing around the new little boy. He tried to play, but his brand spanking new legs were disoriented, and he collapsed, his head lolling side to side as he yawned. The little girl stopped and came up to nip at his ears. He bleated at her, nipping back, and she hopped around in a circle before hurrying back to her mother's stable. Yup. Jack knew she'd like her new playmate.
Getting up, Jack took off his cape jacket combo and tucked it around the new family. The father ram was the one that watched over the herd. He'd be inside later, probably once Pitch had gone… Pitch was all the serious danger right now.
He left the stable and walked over towards his house. Pitch caught up with him, poking at Jack's back with a smirk. "Will you cut it out?"
"No," Pitch replied, floating up above him and pulling on Jack's hair. Jack yelped and swatted at his hands. "Let me eat one of your sheep and I'll go away."
It was Jack's turn to say no. "I just had a new lamb born today, can't you give it a rest?" he asked, frowning angrily at Pitch.
"That lamb was covered in blood when it came out- you can't expect me to not be at least puckish after that!" Pitch argued, throwing his arms out to emphasize his point.
Jack scowled. "Oh, go eat another squirrel…" Suddenly Jack was grabbed ad pulled back, Pitch's lips resting on his neck. His entire body went rigid with terror.
"I could eat you instead, you know," he growled, licking the pulsing jugular, "It would be so easy…"
Swallowing, Jack stammered for an argument, "Y-yeah, b-but if-f you did m-m-my friends-s'd kill you…" Pitch groaned and let him go. Jack was so thankful for those immortal friends now.
The tall, dark haired teen floated away, arms folded across his chest. He huffed angrily to himself, but didn't say anything. Jack took advantage of this time and went to his front door. He hurried inside, but as soon as the door was about to close, it was thrown open, knocking him to the ground.
Jack tumbled over himself a couple of times, yelping when his foot hit a sharp metal object. Opening his eyes, Jack saw his heel right against the poker for the fireplace. He gasped and his eyes went wider when he saw that it had cut him. Blood was running down his leg.
He immediately tried to get up and move to somewhere else- somewhere Pitch might not be able to get to him, but he was stopped dead when cold, clammy hands gripped his ankles. Looking up, Jack saw Pitch's dead stare. The dark spirit leaned forward and began licking up the trickle of crimson. Jack whimpered with fear as Pitch's tongue danced over his Achilles tendon. Just one bite and he'd be done for…
"P-Pitch, please don't…" he begged, "I-I don't wanna die…" The taller male scoffed and lapped at Jack's wound.
Once Jack's blood had been cleaned up, Pitch let him go and Jack was able to flip over so that he was sitting on the floor. He blinked up at Pitch in surprised gratitude.
"I never said I was going to kill you… And if I did, your friends would just kill me for it anyway," Pitch grumbled, forcing himself to turn away from the smell that was currently driving him mad. "Jus- just, put it away…"
Jack hurried to his downstairs powder room, pulled bandages out from under the sink, and he wrapped his foot carefully. Pitch watched him, wincing as Jack hid the bright red cut from his eyes.
Sitting up now, looking to the vampire hopefully, Jack blinked at seeing him not looking in his direction. "You okay over there mister moody?" he asked, teasing a little to see if he could get the annoying nuisance to talk.
Pitch frowned at him. "Next time I'm just going to kill you," he snarled, folding his arms across his chest and pouting. "It had tasted so good, too… It's just not fair…" Jack blushed a little, but shivered with fear. He hoped Pitch wouldn't try to kill him in his sleep. Would he turn into a vampire if Pitch killed him? That would really suck…
"Maybe next time I cut myself shaving you can lick that up," Jack said, smiling when Pitch scowled at him. Jack hadn't shaved yet. He hadn't even started growing facial hair. Obviously Pitch wasn't amused by the joke.
The vampire teen went to Jack's kitchen and roamed through the fridge. He bit back a hiss of pain as his hand brushed a plastic bag with a clove of garlic inside. He was lucky the smell wasn't coming out- he wouldn't have even been able to stay inside the house… It would have made him sick and weak.
"Get rid of this garlic," he hissed, scowling at Jack over his shoulder.
Jack pouted. "You shouldn't even be able to get into my house- aren't vampires only able to enter someone's home if they're invited in?" he retorted quickly.
Pitch laughed. "You stepped aside yesterday and motioned me into your house- I take that as an invitation." Jack deflated: Pitch beat him this time.
Eventually Pitch found a raw chicken breast. It wasn't nearly as bloody as the beef, but he took it anyway. "Go shopping. Buy me more beef," Pitch ordered, sitting to his plate of raw chicken.
Jack scowled at him. "I'm not letting you live here. Next time you show up here, you're officially not invited in. Then you won't be able to get in here and steal all my food!" he spat, sticking his tongue out at the teen. Pitch frowned and returned the motion before returning to his food.
After a while of more silence, Jack said, "I'm gonna spend tomorrow with Bunny. Sandy's offered to watch my sheep for me while I'm gone… So that means you have to leave." Pitch groaned.
"Figures…" he snarled. Jack grinned at him, quite pleased with making Pitch unhappy. Once Pitch had ruined the chicken like the steak, he tossed it into the compost box and put the plate in Jack's sink again. Looking outside, Pitch sighed, running a hand through his spiky black hair.
"I should probably go now… So I can get back to my coffin with a little time to feed…" he grumbled, looking up at the moon.
"Good, so go," Jack said, grinning at how Pitch glared at him for that remark, "I never said I wanted you here in the first place."
Pitch rolled his yellow eyes and said an annoyed goodbye before vanishing inside a shadow. Jack sighed happily at the immediate ease in the room. Like the air had lifted and he could breathe easy now… He got up and went to bed, getting a wonderfully peaceful sleep that night with the loss of the dark burden.
Sandy arrived early, Jack gave him his staff and told him the sheep should come if he taps it six times and whistles, or if he looks like him. Sandy morphed his shape into that of Jack, and Jack said it'd work. The sheep were color blind. They'd never tell the difference, well, maybe… He hoped they wouldn't…
Jack went to the home of the Easter Bunny, grinning at the dirt slide that was the entrance. It was basically just a hole, but once you hopped down, it transformed into a fantastic slide that was so much fun it should have been illegal.
After loop-the-loops and mud smearing his pants, jack landed in a large patch of flowers a giggling mess. He saw a furry head pop into his vision above him, and Jack greeted his friend with louder laughter.
"Were you drugged? Yeesh, you're a giggling mess, mate!" the teenage rabbit human hybrid chortled, nudging Jack with his big foot. Jack laughed and grabbed his foot. Bunny immediately tried to shake Jack off, hopping backwards on one foot and waving the one Jack held desperately.
"Oiy! Leggo!" He shouted, trying to pry Jack off him. Jack refused to let go now. He said he wanted a lucky rabbit's foot. Bunny screamed and fell flat on his butt, throwing Jack into the air so that the boy landed on top of him in a ball. Both laughed at how stupid they looked.
Getting up and brushing himself off, Jack said, still giggling a little, "That was fun…" Bunn agreed with a little puff. "So how've you been?"
"Good, good," the furry man replied, "Easter went well, so now I have some time off to do whatever…" Bunny smiled an asked, "You?"
"I've been great," Jack replied, "In the past three months alone I've got two new lambs, and on of 'em's black!"
"Aw, congrats, mate, bet they're cute lil' anklebiters, huh?" jack nodded with a happy smile.
"The black one's a girl. The newest one was born last night, and he's a little boy," he explained, leaving out the detail of Pitch purposefully.
Bunny smiled. "Cool," he said, his green eyes shimmering with genuine joy at hearing Jack's good news. He told Jack he had some new stuff they could try out, and Jack hurried after his immortal teenage friend.
The two experimented with all the new ways Bunny had come up with to color his eggs. Jack ended up having pants that were swirly, shimmery pink, blue, purple, and yellow all at once. Bunny said he looked like an Easter egg. Jack said it was a good look on him.
"Aw, Bunny, why didn't you tell me Jack was gonna be here?" Jack recognized that bell tone anywhere.
"Tooth!" he cheered, hopping up and spinning around so she could see him. She burst into a fit of giggles the moment she saw how colorful he was.
The three hugged fondly before Bunny said, "I didn't know you were coming over!" Toothianna laughed gleefully.
"I wanted to surprise you!" she said with a giggle, "Now come on, let's paint me up so I look just like you two do!" They all rushed off to transform the already rainbow fairy into an even more rainbow fairy. When they finished Jack said she was a color abomination; like a rainbow had thrown up on her.
Jack wasn't sure how late it was when they had finished all their fun and games, but he was given some wonderful treats for his dinner, and he was happy. Candies for dinner. Fantastic.
The two went with him to see the newest babies. Thianna had begged.
She flitted into the hut, glowing brightly, waking the sleeping white fuzzball sleeping with the little black lamb. Apparently they really had become play partners. She rubbed their heads sweetly, whispering, "I love them…"
Bunny smiled and told Jack he was happy for him. He had a healthy, happy herd. Jack nodded and watched as the lambs licked the magical fairy's fingers. All the animals could tell these were good, kin spirits, and were willing and happy to allow petting and sniffing and hugging. Completely unlike Pitch. But, when you're a vampire, you probably should expect everything to be afraid of you.
Finally the two decided they may as well head off, but not before goodbye hugs were exchanged. Even Sandy gave him a hug before floating off to spread good dreams. Jack watched them all leave from his front porch before heading inside and snuggling into bed. He was nearly asleep when he heard tapping on his window.
Lifting a sleepy head to blink at the window, Jack nearly had a heart attack at the ghastly pale face peering in at him. Once he mind registered that it was only Pitch, he calmed down, but that didn't mean it hadn't scared him. He frowned at the vampire and plopped his head back down to sleep. Pitch pouted at him and continued tapping the glass.
Jack groaned unhappily. "Go away…" he grumbled, nuzzling his face into his pillow.
"Let me in," Pitch said. Jack could hear him clearly in the silence of the night.
"No, you're not invited," Jack groaned, "Now let me sleep…" Pitch tapped more forcefully at the glass.
"I'm not leaving until you let me in," Pitch said firmly.
Jack smiled a little. "Then you're gonna stay out there all night…" he mumbled, his thoughts fading as he fell asleep. Pitch was still trying to convince him to let him in, but Jack tuned it all out and was soon dead to the world.
Pitch huffed angrily outside the window and floated down to sit on the fence of the pasture. His presence kept the mother wolf at bay, which Jack would have appreciated if he told him, but he didn't. Pitch could feel her go off into the woods, and he felt the life of one deer vanish. Jack's sheep were safe for tonight.
Sitting outside jack's house, Pitch wondered if he should leave or not, but he didn't exactly have anywhere else to go. At least with Jack he had someone to talk to- even if all they did was argue and insult each other. It was conversation. After thousands of years in isolation, anything was welcome to silence.
Pitch cringed when the treetops began receiving kisses of sunlight from the other side of Jack's house. It would soon be morning. And he had no real safe place to stay during that time. Sure, he could hide in the shadows for a while, but once it was noon and the sun was directly overhead, he'd have n available shadows. Maybe it was stupid to stay here…
He floated back up to Jack's window and waited for his alarm to go off. The boy sat and stretched with a yawn- Pitch did his best to ignore the way the stretch emphasized his jugular vein. He tapped the glass gently; hoping jack would take pity on him.
The teen looked over and grinned. Walking over to the window, Jack lifted it open and asked, "You actually stayed out there all night?"
Frowning, Pitch ducked his head lower and said, "Yeah, yeah, whatever, just let me in…"
"I don't know if I want you in here," Jack grumbled, looking away with his arms folded across his chest, "I think you should just leave…"
Pitch hissed at him angrily and vanished into the receding shadow. Jack smiled with his victory and began his day. Today some of the villagers were coming to help him sheer some of his sheep.
When the men with their battery powered trimmers arrived, they set to work. Jack always made sure they left some wool on his sheep, so that they weren't totally naked, and he made sure some sheep were left untrimmed. They needed to keep some of the normal fluff and warmth in the herd.
They filled their sacks with white and black fluff alike, and Jack made sure to keep the gate locked while he trudged down to the village with the others; sack slung over his back. He took the bags to be weighed and received his pay happily. It was higher than last time's. Apparently his sheep had shelled out more of their wool for him.
"We appreciate it, Jack," the manager of the department store said with a smile. Jack thanked him an accepted his offering of bread and cookies made by his wife. Jack then went to the butcher's and asked if he could have some deli meat and a leg of beef. He received both and paid with a happy smile.
When he got back to his house on the hill, Jack groaned at seeing Pitch waiting on the side of his house.
"Why are you here?" Jack asked, pouting at him.
The vampire smiled at him and sniffed the air excitedly. "Ooh, did you get that for me, Jack?" he asked with a look of hunger in his bright yellow eyes.
"No," Jack spat back, "Now go away."
Pitch tried to follow after him, but Jack hadn't asked him in. He couldn't do anything. He whined at the open door. Jack grinned at his plight- so close to being able to come in, but just physically unable to.
"Please let me in," Pitch whimpered, "I'm hungry…!"
"So go eat somebody else's food," Jack said, standing just inside with a smirk of victory, "I'm not letting you in." Pitch pouted sorrowfully at him, but Jack was firm. He hadn't wanted Pitch in his house in the first place.
He started to turn away to put his food away when the soft plea from the doorway stopped him. "Jack…"
Frozen to the spot, Jack gave in. Sighing and letting his shoulders drop in defeat, he grumbled, "Fine, you can come in…"
He heard the door click shut and suddenly Pitch was right up against him. Blinking, Jack squeaked and scrambled to get him to let go.
"Stop it," Pitch ordered, "I'm trying to keep out of the light…" Jack tried, but couldn't find it in him to calm down. He was scared.
Pitch held Jack in that spot until the room began getting darker. Once he deemed it safe and the room glowed with a dull orange red that was blocked by the woods, Pitch let Jack go and walked freely about the room. He went right for the leg of meat Jack had bought.
"Aw, come on, I just bought that!" Jack whined, trying to grab it from him. "Give it back!"
"Give me something better to snack on," Pitch retorted, smirking down at Jack. The white haired teen sighed and looked away. Pitch had won this round; he began sucking the fresh juices from the leg and sighed happily.
He ruffled Jack's hair and said, "Thanks Jack." He then sat himself down and enjoyed his free meal.
Jack only pouted angrily at him from where he stood. This stupid vampire was going to be the death of him, he could just feel it.
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