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When was the last time Dee had felt so alive? He honestly couldn’t remember.
But sitting next to Virgil as they laughed their way through the first season of Parks and Recreation had lit something inside of Dee that he hadn’t felt in a long time.
He felt… warm. He didn’t know how else to describe it.
Looking down at Virgil, who was still wrapped up in Dee’s arms, he smiled.
How long has it been since he’s held someone like this? He couldn’t say.
He hadn’t meant for this to happen when he walked into the bar last night. He simply had gone out of boredom. He’d been cooped up in his apartment for too long and needed to breath.
He also needed to find something to eat.
He was scoping out the place, looking for an individual that no one would notice if they had walked out with him when his eyes landed on him.
Virgil.
Before he could stop himself, he had felt his feet moving under him, bringing him closer to the table the loner sat at.
He remembered the surprise on the others face as he sat with him and flirted, something he hadn’t done in a while.
He also remembered the distrust the other had, not believing him when he said he wasn’t playing a prank.
He remembered his blush and how he slowly started to flirt back.
How Dee had forgotten he needed to feed.
But as he looked down at Virgil, he knew couldn’t ruin this. Not yet.
It was a little after midnight when Virgil announced that he had to leave.
Dee stretched and sat up with him, turning down the volume of the TV.
“I’ll walk you back, if you want.” Dee said as he stood up and walked over to the coat rack to grab his jacket.
Virgil smiled and walked over, pulling the sleeves of his jumper over his hands and looking down at the floor until he made it to Dee.
“You don’t need to, I’ll make it back perfectly fine.” he said as he wrapped his arms behind Dee’s neck and pulled himself up, placing a quick kiss on Dee’s cheek.
Was that a heart palpitation? Could he still get those? Blushing. Man, he’d be a blushing mess right now if he had working blood.
Instead, Dee let loose the biggest smile and wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, bringing his face down to Virgil’s and placing his lips on his softly.
He heard a quick intake of breath from Virgil and felt him tense up for a second before he relaxed and fell into the kiss, leaning his body against Dee’s and pushing himself up on his toes.
A heartbeat. Dee could feel Virgil’s heartbeat as their chests pushed against each other. He could feel the heat coming off of Virgil’s skin and sinking into his own. Could feel Virgil’s heartbeat getting faster and could feel his grip tightening around his neck.
Alive.
It felt all too soon when Virgil slowly began to pull his lips away.
Opening his eyes, Dee looked down at Virgil, who was smiling happily at the ground.
Removing one hand from his waist, he placed it under Virgil’s chin and tilted his face up to look as him.
“Did I pass, lambkin?” Dee asked softly as Virgil’s sparkling eyes met his.
Virgil parted his lips ever so slightly, but no words came out and he watched, amused, as Virgil’s face gained a pink tint.
Clearing his throat, Virgil quickly broke his head out of Dee’s hold and looked back to the floor, taking a step away from him.
“Lambkin? What era are you from?” Virgil mumbled, attempting to hide his face behind his waterfall of dark brown hair.
Dee laughed as he reached up and grabbed his jacket.
“It’s a term of endearment from Shakespearian times, so around the 16th century. Shakespeare, however, lived during the Elizabethan Era.” Dee supplied happily as he leaned back against the wall, his jacket draped across his arms in front of him.
Virgil let out a snort of laughter and looked up at him with a smile.
“Nerd, what are you? A history teacher or something?” he said and Dee let out a small chuckle.
“While I do have a vast knowledge of history, I was actually an English major and have a masters degree in Law.”
Well, at least he did about forty years ago. He really needed to get a new identity soon.
Virgil looked him up and down and then around the apartment quickly.
“There we go, I knew there was something.” he muttered and Dee raised an eyebrow to him.
Virgil seemed to notice the questioning gaze and returned it with a mischievous smirk.
“So your clients are like the mafia, right?” he said and Dee rolled his eyes.
“As if I’d tell you who my clients were. Past tense. I gave up law years ago.” he said and Virgil’s eyebrows furrowed together.
“Years ago? You can’t be much older than me.” he said and Dee realized his mistake.
Seven English degrees and years of changing slang terms and still he seemed to make stupid mistakes, like remembering how old he was supposed to be.
Thankfully, however, centuries of stupid mess ups had taught him how to lie.
“I went to college when I was thirteen. ‘Child Genius’ is what people always said. I got my law degree when I was twenty.” he improvised. “Then I quit when I was twenty-seven. Too much pressure and I wanted to do something else with my life. Now I’m almost thirty and still don’t know what I’m doing.” he finished off with a grin, hoping he didn’t go overboard.
Virgil, his eyes slightly wide through the story, smirked and he started to head to the door.
“When you said years, I thought you meant like, a decade, not three years.” he said with a small laugh.
Dee’s grin grew wider and he pushed off the wall and followed him to the door.
“Hey, I didn’t misspeak. Three is plural and I said years, so I wasn’t wrong.” he said and Virgil shot him a quick grin as he slipped on his shoes.
“Well, Mr. English Degree, in spoken English nowadays when people say years, they usually mean more than five.” Virgil said, straightening up and reaching for the doorknob.
Dee frowned and reached over with his jacket, wrapping it around Virgil’s shoulders.
“Take my jacket.” he said when Virgil stopped and turned to look at Dee questioningly.
Seeing Virgil begin open his mouth to protest, Dee quickly reached past him to open the door.
“Don’t worry, duck. You can return it to me next time we see each other.” he said with a grin.
Virgil looked like he was still going to refuse, but instead gave Dee a smile and a nod as he walked out into the hallway.
“Until next time, lyubov moya.” Dee said with a small bow, grin still happily on his face.
Virgil didn’t know what he said, of course, but ‘lyubov moya’ was a term meaning ‘my love’ that he had heard last time he visited his home country a few years back, making it one of his most up to date pet names.
Rolling his eyes, Virgil dropped into a curtsy and smiled up at Dee.
“Until then, sugar.” he said and turned away, walking down the hallway to the elevator.
Butterflies. Is that how people described this feeling? Is this how Virgil felt when he called him pet names?
Shaking his head, Dee closed the door and walked over to the window.
His mind was filled with Virgil and all he could do was smile. He could still smell him on his clothes.
However, after a few minutes, Dee’s thoughts began to switch from Virgil and went onto a feeling that Dee had been able to squash down for a few days now.
With a sigh, Dee turned and walked to his bedroom, throwing open the door and marching to his wardrobe.
Instead of opening the large and extravagant doors that were engraved with designs of flowers, he knelt down to the ground and reached his hand underneath, feeling the bottom. After a few seconds, his fingers finally hit the large envelope.
Ripping off the tape that held it up, he pulled it out and opened it gently. Quickly, he pulled out his hunting clothes. A plain black shirt and a pair of black workout leggings. Fairly regular looking, except for the mix of large and small dark stains that could only be seen in the light.
Thankfully, he wouldn’t be in the light.
He used to do all his hunting in whatever he was already wearing, but the stains were nearly impossible to get out. The only way to not ruin his clothing was to wear the same outfit every time or to find someone willing to give him their blood so that they wouldn’t struggle and get it all over him.
Unfortunately, it would have to be the first option for a while as Dee hadn’t had anyone willingly give him blood in a century and that hadn’t ended so well for him.
Quickly, Dee undressed and hung the outfit back up in the wardrobe and then began putting on the old, bloodstained clothing.
Heaving a sigh, he put on his sneakers and made his way out of his room and to the front door, turning off the lights as he went.
Leaving his keys and phone in his apartment, he went to the front door and unlocked it so he would be able to get back in, as he did every night he went out.
He’d hate to drop his key or phone while hunting and give the police a direct link to who had done it. That is, only if it went wrong, of course.
It was only as his feet hit the pavement and the cool breeze hit his face that he realized how hungry he was.
Quickly looking both ways, he began to jog. Anyone who looked outside right now would just see another night time runner. Really, he was putting all of his concentration on his ears and nose. Waiting to hear or smell someone who was all alone that he could easily corner before they could say anything.
He didn’t have to wait long either. Soon enough, his ears caught onto someone walking, just around the block. Alone, male… a tourist.
Perfect.
Dee picked up his speed. If he caught up to him in about two minutes, he’d be right in front of the alley way. All he’d have to do is go fast and he wouldn’t even be able to scream before his fangs would be in his neck.
His breathing picked up. Not from running. He wasn’t even moving at a quarter of his fastest. No, he could just smell the man’s blood. Could hear is pumping through his body in waves.
Happy. The man was happy. He wasn’t even drunk, and yet he was happy.
Dee’s hunger amplified.
He would stay happy as well. Humans seemed to like being bitten after they first experience it. Dee figured it had to do with the loopiness from blood loss.
Listening to the footsteps, he took a deep breath.
It was time.
With one quick glance around him, Dee picked up his speed. He was around the block within a second, grabbing the man and pulling him into the alley where they were covered by the shadows.
The man, who Dee could now see was in his mid thirties, opened his mouth in shock. Before he could say anything, however, Dee opened his mouth and bite his neck.
The man let out a gasp and tensed up for a second before leaning back against the wall and going limp.
Dee, his fangs still in the man's neck, took a few gulps before pulling back and sighing in relief, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
The man still stood upright, his eyes closed and his breathing quick. Dee was used to this, though it was less likely to happen. The man hadn’t struggled, probably in a state of shock, which made Dee’s job easier.
Now he just needed to clean up and he could go home.
Pricking his thumb with his fang, he let a large drop of blood form before placing it on the two open marks on the man’s neck. Then, pulling an alcohol swab out of the waistband of his leggings, he wiped the blood off the man’s neck.
The man was still leaning against the wall, but now his eyes were open as he eyed Dee with a mix of curiosity and fear.
Dee smiled at the man, despite knowing that he most likely couldn’t really see him in the dark.
Then, as quickly as he had pushed the man into the alley, he had picked him up and brought him back to the street where he had been walking.
The man, confused, spun in a circle and looked around him for a sign of Dee.
Dee, however, was already a block away, making his way back to his apartment and wondering what he and Virgil should do next.
The man, still confused, turned back around and felt his neck, feeling for the wounds he thought had been there but feeling nothing.
With another confused glance around him, he began walking again as he tried to forget about whatever weird daydream he just had.