Started a small October - Halloween challenge in an attempt to practice drabbling. I'll be posting one up each day, so there are three today so I can catch up. They'll be spread out through my Mayhem collections, four for each pairing except LawLu, KidKiller, and DoflaCroc will have five. The theme list was originally for drawing and if anyone wants it PM me and I'll send it to you.


On a dare, Shanks heaved himself over the high stone wall and dropped down on to the ground below. Yasopp had called him out on his boast of not being too scared to pay a visit to their local spooky landmark, an old house that had been standing at the top of a hill for centuries. The rumor was a vampire lived there since before the town was built. Shanks, too prideful and just enough drunk to prove himself, agreed to Yasopp's bet.

He looked up at the wall he had just come down from. There were no vines on this side. He'd have to find another way out, maybe the gate. But he wasn't done yet. The deal was for him to stand at the doorway of the house and take a picture of the main road and gate. So he started the climb up the uneven hill.

Shanks reached the house in a matter of minutes. He stood before the legend of his home town in slight wonderment. Was there really someone here? Were they really a vampire? He took a step toward the door. It didn't hurt to check. Just a quick knock. If they didn't answer, he'd get his proof and leave. If they did... Then what?

Shanks took the brass ring in his hand before he could change his mind. He knocked three times and stood back a bit to wait.

The door creaked open and swung inwards but there was no one behind it.

"If you're coming in, hurry."

Shanks jumped a little at the voice. He stepped through the door and watched as it closed behind without help. He look around the hall he was now standing in.

"Care to tell me why you're here?"

Shanks turned toward the open door and found the owner of the voice lounging on a couch. A man no older than himself with jet black hair and sharp yellow eyes watched him enter the room.

"Um," Shanks scratched the back of his neck. "It was sort of a dare."

"Of course." The man sighed. "Well, if that was all you can leave now."

"But you invited me in. Can't just leave now." Shanks approached him, eyes still roaming the inside of the house.

Yellow eyes narrowed at him. "Well, I'm not going to let you stay here without compensation."

"For what?"

"The headache you're giving me."

"Well, what do you want? I don't exactly have a lot."

"A pint."

"I don't think any of the bars are still open."

"Of blood."

Shanks blinked at him. "Right... cuz' you're really a vampire." He didn't hide the sarcasm in his tone.

The man nodded. "I am." They stared for a good couple of minutes. Shanks let out a nervous laugh and began to step back. "Come here."

Shanks found his body moving forward on its own. "Wait! I'm not really a bite on the first date kinda guy. And I don't even know your name."

"Dracule Mihawk."

"Drac... oh." He stopped in front of Mihawk. "Distant relative?" His body lowered itself to Mihawk's lap.

"Something like that." Mihawk cupped the back of Shanks; head and brought him close. "You smell drunk."

"Just a bit." He swallowed thickly. "Are you really…?" The question remained unspoken as he felt Mihawk's lips brush across his neck. Fangs pierced his skin and he found himself leaning forward to hold on to the man under him as his world became dizzy. His vision began to fade. Shanks slumped forward unconscious as Mihawk pulled back.

The red haired man woke up back home with a massive headache, brought on by alcohol and blood loss. On his table beside his bed was a folded up note under his phone. It was a set of instructions on how to help him recover from the blood loss and dizziness and a line underneath that read "You were delicious. Feel free to stop by again." Shanks scoffed, a hand coming up to his neck. "Yeah right…"