answer to prompt 1: "Prove it."
Hidden by the cover of night, an eerie castle loomed in the darkness. Woodland creatures never strayed too close, for there were tales of dreadful goings-on within the tall stone walls. The sound of tinkling glass and polite conversation drifted out into the surrounding forest, curling through twisted trees like smoke, while pale moonlight poured in through the narrow windows, illuminating the sinister soirée taking place inside.
Two gentlemen stood beneath a cluster of candles, speaking agitatedly and paying no heed to the other party-goers. One had artfully coiffed shoulder-length black hair, and was swatting repeatedly at the candles floating not far above as he spoke, while the other, who was bespectacled and had a head of hair that could only be described as the opposite of coiffed, eyed the nearby window like he was considering defenestrating himself at any moment.
Candle swatter's voice rose in pitch as he gleefully hammered the final nail in his interlocutor's coffin.
"Prove it," he sneered, watching the confused man in front of him with poorly hidden jubilation. In his excitement, he gripped his wine glass so hard he risked shattering it, spilling the viscous red contents in the process. He had the idiot cornered, and he would relish it like a cat playing with its food.
"Excuse me?" the man asked.
"I don't believe you," he said again.
"Well, what do you suppose I do, Mr. Black? Go into anaphylaxis to reassure you I'm not lying?" the flustered gentleman responded, trying his best to hold his ground.
"Except I know there won't be any anaphylaxis, Mr. Potter," Mr. Black retorted, "because you're not really allergic."
Mr. Potter ran a hand tensely through his hair, at a loss for words. He was saved from further interrogation by someone calling his name.
They both turned to see a woman in a black evening gown holding two glasses and walking toward them, eyes trained on Mr. Potter. "James, you'll never believe what Morticia told me..."
"Honey!" James practically yelled, relief immediately apparent in his slumped shoulders and softening face. He took a step toward her, grabbing onto her forearm as though anchoring himself.
The woman smiled bemusedly at him, unsure how to interpret the outburst. She had hair as striking as her husband's, though hers was a deep, blood red, and fell past her shoulders. James gratefully accepted the glass she handed him, taking a long drink, before remembering that they weren't alone and turning back to his tormentor with a look of dread.
"This is Sirius Black." James gestured toward Sirius, though he did not take a step back towards him. "Mr. Black, this is my wife."
The redhead looked over, noticing for the first time the particularly pale looking gentleman standing across from her husband, who was going to great pains to look moody and mysterious.
"I hadn't realized I was interrupting," she said. "Lillian Potter, but you can just call me Lily." She strode closer, James following reluctantly behind, and held a manicured hand out, the nails deadly sharp.
"Pleasure to meet you, Lily," Sirius greeted her, watching her claws carefully as they shook hands.
There followed an awkward pause as they all stood looking at each other. Lily had evidently been expecting them to continue their previous conversation, which James did not seem eager to do, and Sirius didn't feel quite as confident in his attack in her presence.
"So, Sirius– is it alright if I call you Sirius?" The man in question nodded, not seeing any other option. Lily continued. "How was your trip? We're holding this little party in quite a remote location this year."
"The trip was very pleasant. My car– er, carriage, I mean, kept me shielded from the inclement weather."
"Your carriage?" The couple looked surprised at this. "I haven't heard of anyone coming in a carriage in years. It's quite an old tradition," Lily commented with a smile. "Why didn't you fly?"
Sirius took a moment to ponder the question, swirling the liquid in his glass, though he did not drink any. "Naturally, I couldn't risk ruining my hair. A lot of work goes into maintaining it, you know." He smoothed the black strands delicately. "Funnily enough, I wanted to check it earlier and couldn't find a single mirror here," he added.
Lily burst into laughter, as though the notion of having a mirror was uproariously funny. "Yes, that took me some getting used to at first."
James, having grown less weary now that Sirius was acting civilly, finally chimed in. "I don't mean to pry, but I can't say I've heard of the name Black before. Are you..." he winced, not knowing how to broach the sensitive topic, "new?"
A flash of confusion disappeared in Sirius' eyes as quickly as it had appeared. "Yes, yes I am," he answered, putting on a sorrowful face, which seemed to fit the tone of the question.
"I'm so sorry," said Lily. "That must be so hard for you. We're glad you could make it to this little gathering though. Having a sense of community was very comforting for us in the beginning."
James hummed softly at the words, settling a reassuring arm around Lily's shoulders.
"What about you?" inquired Sirius. "Are you new?"
"No, not at all. It's been–" James began, and looked down at Lily. She shrugged, a sad smile on her face. "Years," he sighed. "You lose count eventually."
Sirius had no idea what response would be appropriate in this situation. "You've aged quite well," he said.
"Well, we were quite young when it happened," Lily remarked. The small party sank back into silence, Lily and James looking on with wise solemnity, while Sirius looked a little lost.
"So!" exclaimed James, in an attempt to liven the mood. "What do you think of the refreshments?" He winked at Sirius.
"Marvelous!" Sirius held his glass up, which was still just as full as it had been at the beginning of the evening.
"They're particularly delicious this year," said Lily. "But you haven't drunk anything. Are you not feeling well?"
"You know, now that you mention it–" started Sirius.
"Oh, he was doing just fine earlier, sweetie," interrupted James with a scoff.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sirius' apprehension grew as he realized that James was no longer turning the other cheek, instead choosing to bite back.
Lily looked confused at the sudden display of animosity. "James..." she muttered, warning in her tone as she placed a placating hand on his arm.
"He was full of energy right up until you got back!" James accused, his voice growing louder.
"I don't know what he's talking about, Lily." Sirius leaned towards her and spoke in a conspiratorial tone, as though her husband shouldn't be privy to what he had to say.
James looked affronted. "He tried to make me eat garlic!" he cried, pointing at Sirius like he was tattling to a teacher.
"I did not!" lied Sirius, with the instinct of a 4-year-old being accused of stealing his classmate's pencils.
Lily simply stared. At length, the poor woman asked, "What?"
"He asked me whether I'm allergic to garlic," James explained, "and when I told him I was, he said he didn't believe me. He tried to convince me to prove it to him by eating some in front of him!" he finished, a whiny edge to his voice.
She whirled on Sirius. "You tried to convince my husband to eat garlic?"
Sirius only stared, figuring it was best to keep his mouth shut.
"Why would you–" Lily looked at him in confusion for a beat, and suddenly her eyes widened in comprehension. Sirius' heart dropped as he watched her turn to James, who was having a revelation of his own, and saw the understanding pass between them. They looked back at him in unison.
Before he could understand what was happening, Lily had grabbed him by the wrist and was dragging him out of the room, James following quickly behind. She pulled him into an empty corridor, lit only by a few sconces hanging on the stone wall.
"Who are you?" she hissed, her eyes glowing red in the murky darkness.
"Please don't drink my blood!" howled Sirius, "I'm young! I've got a long life ahead of me!"
"Shut up, you prat," growled James, slapping a hand over the prat's mouth.
"We're not going to hurt you, but you need to tell us who you are and what you're doing here right this instant, or I cannot promise that things won't get ugly," threatened Lily. She nodded at James to let go of the whimpering intruder.
It all came spilling out. "I'm not a vampire! The invitation was delivered to me by mistake and I figured it was a joke, but when I got here and realized you were all actually drinking blood out of bloody wine glasses it was too late to leave! I just did my best to blend in," he finished meekly.
"By accusing a vampire of lying about his garlic allergy?" Lily asked incredulously.
"You're shitting me," came the sound of James' voice from off to the side.
Sirius looked over at him apprehensively, expecting to see anger, or worse, hunger. But James was looking at him with an expression of such wondrous awe that Sirius thought for a moment he might kiss him. "Mate," James said hoarsely, "that's wicked." His face split into a shit-eating grin.
Puzzled yet thrilled by the development, Sirius grinned back. The two boys immediately began chattering, speaking over each other in their excitement.
"–the balls to do something like this–"
"–really like the taste of blood?"
"–a carriage? Oh yes, it's delicious–"
"–it seemed old-fashioned, and you're, like, old. Can you really not see your reflection?"
"No, it's a bloody nightmare. But we never age! On the other hand–"
"Sorry about the garlic thing, by the–"
"–no more cake. No worries, but I really am seriously allergic–"
"–can fly?!"
At the mention of flying, James' eyes lit up. "Wanna see?" he asked excitedly. He took a few steps back and turned into a bat to the sound of Sirius' whoops of delight.
Lily watched her husband fly around a cheering Sirius from a safe distance away. "Un-fucking-believable," she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose so hard she looked like she might draw blood. Had there been any blood to draw.
Several minutes later, after an aerial demonstration and a tour of James' fangs, they were finally able to discuss more pressing matters. Sirius now had to field Lily's questions, which weren't quite as easy to answer as James'.
"Why would you go all the way out to the middle of nowhere, to a party you weren't invited to, with people you didn't know?" she inquired.
"Because he's awesome."
"James, please."
"Right. Er, this is very serious." James waggled his finger gravely in his newfound soulmate's face. "We do need to figure out a way to get him out of here though," he remarked, looking back at Lily.
"Can't you just fly me out?" Sirius asked, all inhibitions lost now that he had James to back him up.
"You think a bat can carry your body weight?" Lily snapped, at her wit's end.
"I read about a passage through the cellar that leads out into the forest, I think," offered James, feeling guilty for having left Lily on her own to try and solve the very real issue of Sirius' presence at a party of bloodsuckers.
"That might work. Lead the way." She exhaled tiredly, then hummed appreciatively when James wrapped a supportive arm around her waist.
The unlikely trio made their way down the hallway together, Lily's head resting on James' shoulder as she grudgingly answered Sirius' barrage of questions about the ethics of vampirism.
The two vampires and the impostor snuck out of the castle and disappeared into the gloomy night.