Oh boy day two, as I said before I wrote this and chapter one in one night while listening to Gorillaz debut album, G-Sides and Laika Come Home all of which are awesome, and you give a listen like I had so much fun vibing to them. Also this fic takes place shortly after the movie so if you can invasion Rory in his outfit at the end of the movie that would be great. And again, Dakota could either be ten or fourteen in this fic with that enjoy.
There was something about cuddling in the arms of a good friend that brought Rory insane amounts of comfort: a warm body pressed on his stomach, firm arms wrapped around his back, and a head resting on his chest as they lay there, listening to the sounds of their breathing and the silence of his still beating heart. Even though he was a newly full-fledged vampire, Rory never considered himself cold-blooded. Sure, his body temperature did fall after turning, but not to the point where he needed a heated blanket or warmer clothes, considering he could wear short sleeves and his thin flannel overshirt's just fine.
Heck, he's lived in Canada his whole life; he's used to the crisp chill, fall brings and the harsh, bitter cold of winter. So maybe he truly was just used to the cold.
But if there was one thing becoming a vampire did do, was make him more aware of different heat sources, like the one holding him now, as if he'd disappear at any moment.
Now that Jesse was defeated, they all finally had the time to process everything that happened to them, and it seems now was the time for Dakota to process her shock of Rory's near-death experience. He still couldn't believe they came all that way to Jesse's party to save him from being someone's dinner or that he meant so much to them. Not to mention the fact that Dakota was falling in love with him; he never expected to catch the eyes of the new girl and her best friend, but here he was cuddling his little lover, hoping to reassure her that he's not going anywhere. Plus, the loving warmth radiating off her from their embrace was comforting.
He could still see her face from that night—the look of fear when he was pushed in front of Sarah, forcing her to choose a world she doesn't want to be a part of, the feeling of her small and shaky hand tightly holding his. The look of hurt and pleading as Erica shoved her out of the way to drink from him herself, and the betrayal as Erica bit down hard into his neck, draining him of his blood and replacing it with the venom that would soon change him from mortal to creature of the night. Even while fading in and out of consciousness, he was somehow acutely aware of her quickening heartbeat and her frantic breathing as chaos erupted as the rescue party began fighting for their lives. He swore he saw tear drops spilling from her eyes as she fought through the chaos, struggling to reach him, only fully leaving once Jesse reassured her that they'd be okay. And even then, Erica's relationship with both her and Sarah has become strained, and Rory didn't blame them.
While Erica's new bad girl attitude was hot as fluff, he didn't miss the fact it was also problematic. The new Erica was far from the sweet-hearted Dusk fangirl who would give anyone the time of day with a sweet smile and good-natured spirit.
"I guess what they say is true." He thought as Dakota adjusted herself to a more comfortable position. "Absolute power corrupts absolutely."
"Did, did it hurt?" Dakota muttered, now burying her head into the crook of Rory's neck, the tips of his curled hair tickling her cheek.
"What?" He asked as his friend untangled herself from Rory's grasp to properly face him. "Did it hurt when Erica bit you?"
"Not really," he tried to recall. "I mean, yeah, the fangs piercing into my neck was shocking, but I wouldn't say it was excruciating or unbearable; it was oddly pleasurable."
"Oddly pleasurable, how?"
"Well, like that girl who gave me that wicked hicky shortly before you found me."
"Do you have a biting kink?" Dakota wondered, raising an eyebrow,
"Depends, would that trigger your sex repulsed side?"
"Yes." She spoke simply and sternly.
"Then never mind." He shook his head, and Dakota decided to drop the topic, laying her head back down on Rory's chest, who began absentmindedly stroking her head.
"What were you like before? Like, what were your day-to-day actions as a human?"
"Well…" Rory had to think for a moment while it hasn't been too long since he turned; it has been a while since he had to consciously think about his mundane routine.
"To be fair, I wouldn't say my life was anything special, at least not like yours. I woke up, went to school with Benny and Ethan, went to class, and then went back home for dinner, homework, video games, and listened to music while I relaxed and fell asleep. wake up, and the cycle repeats. Up until recently, it was the most boring and uninteresting life I ever lived. But not a bad one; compared to you, mine isn't anything worth writing home about.
But Dakota couldn't disagree more as she shook her head. "At least you had a life. Sure, I'm the most extraordinary girl you'll ever meet; I get that a lot, but you were human; you aged, lived, breathed, and slept. Now you can't age; everyone around you will grow old and die, and you'll be living till the end of the world, and even then, I doubt you'll be able to move onto the afterlife; you're basically a soulless demon. With a heart of gold to match, of course." She added to lighten the mood,
And Rory understood, yes, there were sadly drawbacks to being immortal and all-powerful. He no longer slept as much or as deep as he used to, not to mention yes, he no longer aged; his best friends and his parents will grow old and die one by one, and he'll stay forever young, forced to wander the earth in a cursed ageless body that is difficult to kill and easy to resurrect, or at least according to Jesse. He didn't know how true that statement was, considering how cocky and manipulative he was.
"It's true becoming a vampire has changed my life for better and for worse yet. Who's to say it will stay this way?"
"What?" Dakota shot up, eyes wide.
"Well, who's to say that in a few years I'll change my mind and want to become human again? If there is a cure for vampirism, it's bound to be found eventually. I mean, we're already searching high and low for Sarah. Maybe I'll be the one to test it to see if it works."
"You'll give up your immortality for us?"
He nodded. "Well, Erica won't do it, nor will any other vampire; they're too old; they'll just shrivel up and turn to dust. And besides, I like you a lot, Dakota. If something happens and we start dating, that'll place you at an unfair crossroad. I don't want to make the same mistake Jesse made. I don't want you to choose if you don't want to. Not to mention the vampire counsel is against humans dating vampires, so there's another issue. It's a long and complicated procedure that I don't want you caught up in; you're too kind to be put under all that stress and pressure, and I'm willing to sacrifice my immortality and all the awesome perks that came with it just so we can live peacefully."
"R-Rory, I I had no idea I meant that much to you." She smiled, trying to blink back her tears and failing. "
"Well," He chuckled. "If I don't, Emily will surely kill me. Not to mention… Hey, are you okay?" He asked, seeing her smiling, tear-stained face looking up at him.
Dakota, feeling too choked up to respond, flung her arms around the older teen, rubbing her check against his, leaning in, and whispered a phrase that made his heart melt. With that, the two melted into comfortable silence once more.
"I love you, Rory."
I wanted to give Rory a bit more maturity, yes in cannon Rory's a goofball who seems oblivious to everything however I think he's a lot more aware than we think. Plus, who doesn't want a little existential question and character analysis. I'll be posting part 2 of this day either tomorrow or the next day since I'm a bit behind on this fic. So it will come out soon see ya soon fam.