Chapter 6: Creatures Lie Here

Wooo~ We're back to Vlad and his awesome craziness. :D I've also noticed a few typos and bad grammar in previous chapters that I'm determined to fix later if I don't get too lazy. :3 So, we're skipping around more. There's lots of space between chapters even though there probably shouldn't be, but I dunno, deal with it. xD

Anywho, yes, I just want to say again that I do have a plan and there's a reason for Vladdypoo acting all weird and making pointless, irrational decisions. c: I just have to find a way to get to the point where it can be explained. That's where I always hit a rut; I can never seem to lead stories where I want them to go without lots of uninteresting ramble in-between. Maybe I need some sort of writing class? xD

Enjoy! And don't forget to tell me what you think. :P

Sunshine soaked the house in rays of warmth, giving it a healthy glow and causing the dull, dirty boy to stand out more than he already did with what grandma's referred to as "girl hair". Over the weeks days had continued to pass slower and slower, and eventually the opening of the door had become a necessity. He'd started out slow by simply exiting his room ( after the incident with the stranger he'd hoarded up on blood bags so he wouldn't get hungry and could hide out for as long as he pleased ) and working his way slowly down the stairs on wobbly legs, not used to standing after their break, and then the front door had been unlocked and pulled open.

Now that he'd revealed his gray boxers to the world, just as dull as his eyes that revealed lack of sleep through shadows and lines, he slowly made his way over to the closet and slipped on a pair of flip-flops. Afterward, his intentions were simple; he was going to take a walk. Apparently, he was also going to take it half naked, as he also lacked a shirt. Even his underwear didn't seem to have the intention of hiding himself from the world considering he'd lost weight during his time in his room and they were now a bit too big on him, slipping down his hips as he treaded onto his porch and down more steps, not bothering to close the door behind him.

Raised eyebrows and intense glares, gasps of surprise and and faces of disgust were offered as he walked. He probably appeared high or drunk to those who didn't understand how horrible he felt. It was like a cat had clawed at his brain and heart and he'd lost all interest in anything and everything that he needed, including personal hygiene and, occasionally, exercise. He felt more like a zombie than a vampire, living dead still but lacking any social skills ( and did he mention personal hygiene? ).

If it wasn't for his not paying attention to where he was walking then his day would have sucked completely, because yet again he came face to face with the blonde stranger. He'd aldo walked into him again, but this didn't bother him too much.

Greeted with a wrinkled nose and raised eyebrow, a strong hand took hold of his arm. Vlad heard a sigh before he felt the ground disappear from beneath his feet and the flying sensation that followed caused him to smile a bit. It was a dream, obviously, because real life didn't seem to get better. In real like you couldn't fly, either.

And then he was out like a light. His lack of sleep had gotten to him and the warm air mixed with wind and comfort offered from the one carrying him was far too much to allow him even one more second awake.

When the boy awoke he was in a car and the moon had risen. He groaned at the discomfort that sleeping in a vehicle had brought his back and looking over to the side the one in the drivers' seat was none other than the beautiful man that he'd seen just before drifting off to bed. He held a blank stare, focused completely on the road in front of him and seeming not to notice the raven-haired male staring at him.

Sitting in silence, he only watched the other for a while before eventually clearing his throat. "Where are we going?" he piped up. Looking around more at their surroundings, the land was unfamiliar. It looked like a smaller town, an even more miniature version of Bathory. The streets were empty, so apparently the locals all liked to go to bed at around the same time. Absently he wondered if this was one of the places where teens had a curfew. He'd never lived anywhere like that, and was glad he didn't.

"My house," was the answer Vlad received in response. "What were you doing out in your underwear making a fool of yourself?"

"I don't know. It's just something that kind of happened," he replied, shrugging. However, he couldn't help the blush that soon found its way onto his cheeks, tinging the pale skin pink with embarrassment. "So, what's your name?"

"Robert," he answered quickly. "Robert Frost."

It was a simple enough reply, but the name made Vlad chuckle anyway despite the odd feeling it gave his stomach. "Apparently you already know what I'm called. How do you know my name?" he questioned, suspicious eyebrow raising.

"A friend told me. It's nice seeing you again, by the way."

Reaching out, Vlad couldn't sense that this Robert was a vampire himself. He huffed, assuming that Joss or one of his high school friends had informed him of who and what Vlad was. At least the guy didn't seem unsettled by it; that made him feel better. "You, too," he mumbled quietly.

The rest of the car ride the two had sat in silence until they pulled up at a small place that Vlad assumed to be the older man's house. He was helped out of the car, steadied by his strong, capable acquaintance as he still wasn't feeling very bright. When he was painstakingly dragged up another set of stairs that brought him onto the porch, he barely paid attention as the door was unlocked and he was walked further inside.

The place smelled nice and clean enough, although it soon became obvious that keeping things orderly was not exactly Robert's forte, seeing as several messes caught his eye. Directed into a bedroom, it was about two times more filthy than the rest of the home. "Are we going to sleep together?" he asked, his only reply a chuckle when he was helped to lie down. The body that belonged to what he hoped would soon be a friend was soon placed next to him. By his smell and the slight dampness of his hair, it was obvious he'd retreated beforehand to shower, which made Vlad blush again. He hadn't even brushed his teeth in the last few days, so it was no doubt he was embarrassed.

Muscled arms bringing his head to rest against the chest of the man, he tensed slightly. The gentle thrum of a heartbeat lulled him a bit, coaxing him to relax, but it didn't quite feel right. He didn't know this person, so why were they snuggling? The whispered words, "Goodnight, Vladimir," finally did it and again he was out like a light despite the rest he'd gotten earlier.

So, this is the end of chapter 6. c: I actually really like this one. It's kind of cute and there isn't as much crazy babbling. So, hope you enjoyed it! Leave a review and favs are always welcome. ;D