Title| Band-Aids

Genre| romance / humor / comfort

Rating| k+ - t

Fandom| Vampire Kisses


At the hospital, the doctor order to keep him overnight to keep an eye on his concussion and mysterious blood loss. They met Billy's parents in the Emergency Room; they were tired, angry and worried. His dad decided to stay with him, of all people, and he was now down in the lobby watching a re-run of tonight's football game.

In all the commotion, Valentine had said he got a ride home from his aunt that he was staying with, but Billy knew that was a lie as well. In his dreams he remembered, Valentine's aunt was dead. He had found her tombstone while working on his history project for school last year.

Valentine had to be around somewhere, waiting for Billy to be alone again.

A little past midnight, Billy woke up to the sound of someone knocking on the doorframe.

Valentine sat at the edge of his bed, barely meeting his eyes. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry for taking blood from you without your consent. It was wrong and I should not have done it. I have better control than this. I wanted to let you know that the fault is mine."

Valentine had long since engaged himself into a long conversation with a non-listening Billy. He tended to do that a lot; Billy had a hunch that he knew it too, but just didn't really care.

Valentine liked to talk.

Plans for dominating the world, piercings, night clubs, blood types. . .

Wait blood types?

"Really there is a faint difference in the taste, but it's just there. Like when you drink alcohol you can taste a thing after a few sips. But you're B negative right?" Billy almost jumped out of his skin and made a cross with his fingers.

Valentine stared.

"You're really mean at times, you know that, William?" Valentine swatted at his hand and stood.

Billy apologized and pathetically asked for Valentine to sit down again. He did, across the room. He was being a Drama Queen creating an entire monologue saying that Billy (or as he said: " my dearest William") didn't want him around anymore and that he'd do him a favor by skipping town with his brother and never see him again that he'd grow up happy, marry a pretty/smart girl and have two point five kids.

The weird thing was: he sounded quite serious about leaving.

Valentine started going into detail of his own existence and Billy's heart numbed weirdly.

He didn't want Valentine gone.

He wanted him here.

With him.

"No!"

He didn't realize how loud it was until Valentine jumped.

"I don't want you to leave, Valentine. . ." Billy's fingers curled into the thin sheets of his bed. "I'm a little shocked that you're a. . .vam-vampire and all, but I guess I just didn't really expect it and I'm a little afraid of all the other creatures I thought were fictional too. I mean, well, science. I think logically. You're not logical. Everything else I know goes out the window and I'm scared! But I want you to stay with me!"

He felt tears running down his cheeks.

Valentine stared blankly, having moved to the side of his bed.

"Are you done?"

"Yes," he sniffed.

Medicine.

They had him on some strange medicine.

"I thought you'd need to rant."

Valentine's hand glided past his cheek and scratched at the hairs on the back of his neck.

"You're so fragile William; of course, I'd never just leave you without reason." Valentine pressed his lips to Billy's.

It was a sweet sort of kiss.

His first one.

Valentine smiled and bowed his head to Billy's neck.

He felt the hair on his arms stand straight up and his eyes bugged.

"Don't worry I won't bite without your consent."

There was a smile on his lips; Billy felt it against his skin.

When he pulled away he kissed Billy once more, on his bandaged forehead.


Aw, Valentine and Billy. Most of Billy's rant could be blamed on hormones and funky medicine.

That happened to me, I told my doctor that I was going to kick his ass. Such a mouth for an eleven year old :)

I'm writing a sequel for this. I can't help it. I'll post it today, ta-ta.

~QueenVamp