Author Note: I decided to do one more take of Didi Oviatt’s WIP writing challenge for this month. I wanted to do one for Elsie, but thought it would be interesting to do one from Hank and Dave’s point of view. Let’s see how they handle the danger of Lurking Vampires!
Hank held the café door open for Dave. “Now, that was a good meal.”
Dave blushed all the way up to his ears as he walked through.
“Hmm?” Hank took Dave’s hand. “What are you all blushy about?”
“You held the door open for me.”
“So?” Hank walked down the sidewalk, still holding Dave’s hand. “Is that all that unusual?”
Dave’s blue glitter highlights sparkled under the streetlights. “Maybe not, but it’s soooo romantic! Mick never held the door open for me. I always hoped he would, but he never did. He told me I’m a man. I should open my own darn doors and stop being such a dumb, whiny, needy broad. But you do it so automatically. It’s amazing! It’s just the most romantic thing!”
Hank wrapped his arm around Dave’s waist. “You make it all too easy, babe.”
Hank laughed. “Oh, I love that sound. I can’t wait ’til we get home.”
Dave’s eyes sparkled as bright as the glitter in his hair.
Hank hooked his thumb in one of Dave’s belt loops. “When we get home, I’m going to—-”
Someone rammed into Hank’s broad back. The impact didn’t knock Hank down. It just nudged him forward a little.
All the same, Hank stopped and looked back.
A young man stood behind them. He couldn’t have been any older than 21. Might have been younger. His gaze jumped from Hank to Dave as if he couldn’t decide on who to focus on.
He didn’t seem to be armed, but Hank wasn’t willing to take that chance. Hank released Dave’s waist and put himself in between his lover and this unknown kid. “What do you want?”
His gaze flicked to where Dave was supposed to be. He frowned at his absence.
“I said, what do you want?”
The young man nervously licked his lips. “I want you to follow me. Either of you. Maybe. Maybe both. Both smell good.” He licked his lips again.
“Sorry, but that is not happening. Go prey on someone else. Vampire.”
The young man’s tongue stopped in mid-lick. “I’ll go with the shorter one. Seems weaker. Still smells good. Hungry.”
Hank’s expression darkened into a hard glare. “You touch Dave, I’ll tear you apart with my bare hands.”
“Hungry. Hunger is everything.” He extended his claws and ran around Hank.
Hank spun around and ran interception. He slugged his fist into the vampire’s gut, knocking the breath out of him. “Go find someone else to gnaw on.”
“No wood. Can’t kill. Smells good. Hungry.” He licked his lips. “So hungry. Good. Good smell.” He aimed a swipe at Hank’s face.
Hank raised his arm in time. The claws grazed through his skin.
The vampire’s pupils widened at the sight of the blood. He grabbed his arm and licked it in a frenzy.
Hank tried to jerk his arm away, but the vampire held tight. He raised his free hand to bash the middle of the vampire’s back, but then he thought about it.
If I interrupt him, he’ll go after Dave. My sweet bubbly Dave.
I can’t let that happen.
I will not let that happen.
Hank lowered his fist.
It’s all a matter of time before he goes into a blood high. Just need to wait it out.
The vampire’s tongue was as hot and dry as a fever.
Hank wrinkled his nose in disgust.
This would feel so much nicer if it were Dave. His tongue wouldn’t be so dry. It would be moist. It would feel good. So wonderfully good.
I want to go home.
I want to go home with him. I want to—
Hank winced as the vampire dug his fangs into his arm. It hurt all the way into his bones. The pain radiated to his shoulder and up into his jaw. He groaned.
Dave came out of hiding and karate-chopped the middle of the vampire’s back.
The vampire broke his hold on Hank’s arm.
Dave didn’t give him a chance to think, much less retaliate. He grabbed the vamp by the hair and jerked him away. He proceeded to punch him as if he were a vampire punching bag.
Hank watched in silent awe.
Dave punched the vampire one last time.
The vampire dropped, moaning and groaning, to the ground.
“That’s what you get for biting my Hank.” Dave turned his attention to his lover. “Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? Did he take too much blood? Did he—-”
Hank curved his hand around the lower part of Dave’s head and kissed him.
Dave leaned into the kiss and made happy little “mm!” sounds.
Hank eventually ended the kiss. “Babe, let’s go home.” He slid his hand down to the back of Dave’s neck. “I’ll let you play nurse and patch me up.”
“Eee! Soooo romantic!”
Hank laughed and led him away.