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Anton walks down the quiet path between the trees, minding his own business as the rising sun makes its presence known. He’s glad day is finally breaking; his pack had been out running late last night and it was really starting to wear on him. His boots where beginning to drag on the floor and his head was banging with how tired he was.
Might have overdone it tonight. He thinks to himself. All the chasing and maiming and the maiming and chasing gets old after a bit, and while his wolf adores it, he’s always left sore and exhausted after.
“Anton!” He rolls his eyes and pays the other wolf no mind, continuing on his way to his apartment.
The pack did have an old warehouse they owned and had transformed into a sort of safe haven for them all. But for once, Anton just wanted to go somewhere where it was just him. He needed someone peace and quite where he could ‘wolf-out’, as his friends called it, and sleep.
“Hey Anton, wait up!”
He barely supresses the growl, not so much the heavy roll of his eyes. “What?”
“Woah, bite my head off! I just thought you should know there’s a vampire around.” He gives an exaggerated sniff to prove his point.
Anton does the same and, sure enough, the strong odour permeates his senses.
Huh. Vanilla, but underneath that, definitely a vampire.
“They’re probably long gone by now, sun’s already coming out.” He says simply, it’s the only logical explanation if the sorry bugger didn’t want to fry.
“Right, yeah. That makes sense.” The other wolf replies and Anton just glares with a slow, tired nod.
“Right, bye then.”
“Mhm.” Is all the Alpha utters before turning away and leaving.
He loves his pack, he does, but fuck can some of them be idiots.
He hasn’t walked a metre before he’s being smacked in the chest.
He yelps and it is definitely not like some puppy.
A sequence of sharp high-pitched squeaks fills his ears as he feels the tiny weight claw up his chest and before it disappears into his jacket.
“What the hell man?” He reaches into his own jacket to try and grab the fucker… thing. He really does get grouchy when he’s tired.
“Ah, you little prick!” He pulls his hand out again, sticking his pin-pricked finger into his mouth. It’s healed when it leaves.
“I am not your ride, so you don’t turn crispy!”
The creature doesn’t move other than to burrow into his breast pocket, he can hear the sigh the creature lets out.
“Steal my heat, give me bloody bat germs, which one even are you?” He snaps and doesn’t get a reply. He’s not surprised, seeing as he’s talking to a bat.
… A vampire bat. Ah shit. You’ve really done it now, giving your mortal enemy a lift to your home so they don’t burn.
“Alright, fine. Whatever, I’ll give you a lift to safety and then I am going to sleep.” All he gets it a squeak in reply. Anton lightly pats his pocket, once again continuing on to his apartment. “At least you don’t smell bad.”
Just vanilla… Anton’s pretty certain he’s smelt it before, though, then it was mixed with the smell of leather, decay, alcohol and old wood. He’s too tired to care, if the vampire tries to kill him, well, Anton is much stronger.
By the tine Anton stumbles through his door, he’s almost dead on his feet. His little winged passenger, long forgotten.
Or they were.
Anton takes off his jacket and throws it to the side before he strips out of his shirt, dropping it to the floor.
It lands with a thump and a disgruntled screech.
“Ah shit, sorry mate.” He winces, kneeling to unravel the bat from the cloth and offers the thing an apologetic smile.
The bat holds onto his fingers in his creepy wing hands and stares up at him with the biggest eyes Anton’s ever seen on an animal of this size.
Anton chews on his lip, looking from the bat to the window. The uncovered window.
It would be so easy to kill him. Rid the world of another vampire. But with another look at the creature sat in his palm looking around his apartment, he can’t, he may be an animal, but he’s not a monster.
Instead, Anton covers the bat with his other hand, shushing the alarmed squeaks as he moves to his bedroom.
“I’m just going to cover the windows mate, no need to fret.”
He gently places the bat on a pillow before leaving the room.
Some wolf alpha you are, harbouring a vampire to protect it.
He shakes his head, heading back to his bedroom; he just wants to sleep for a thousand years.
“I’m ba- It’s you!” Then, “What the fuck are you doing in my clothes!?”
The, now man-shaped, vampire stands in front of him, bare legged in one of Anton’s plaid shirts and a pair of his boxers.
“It’s me!” He says back, an awkward smile pulling at his mouth, he points to the pile of clothes in the corner of the room, simply saying “Blood. Yucky.”
“You were at the bridge yesterday.” Anton stupidly states, taring his eyes away from the man’s long legs, “Vee, Vi…”
“Viago, yes. With my flatmates Deacon and Vladislav and Petyr. No, not Petyr, Petyr doesn’t leave the house. Silly me!” The vampire, Viago, waves his hands about and all Anton can really focus on is the peaks of upper thigh he gets when the shirt rides up.
He must really be tired.
“Right, yeah… I’m An-”
“Anton, yes. I remember.” He gives another smile, fangs peeking through.
It’s criminal how cute the fucker was.
“You remembered? No, never mind, I need to sleep. You do… whatever it is you do.”
With that, Anton throws himself onto the bed with a bounce. He’s asleep not a few minutes later.
Viago stands there for a few moments, watching the wolf sleep.
Curious. A werewolf that willingly sleeps around a vampire. Curious indeed.
Viago takes the time he’s alone to explore the darkened house, running his hand along furniture and excitedly looking through trinkets.
The place stinks of course, the strong smell of werewolf permeates Viago’s senses. Usually, he’d feel the need to scrunch his face up in disgust, but this wolf doesn’t smell bad, quite the opposite, and if Viago had less impulse control he’d roll in it.
Some time passes and Viago has gotten bored, retreating back to the bathroom. He’s quick to change back into a bat and lands onto Anton’s warm, naked chest to sleep.
Anton wakes up around lunch time, or at least where lunch time would be if Viago ate lunch or if he was awake at all during the day, stretching with a happy whine. He looks down at the weight on his chest, between his pecks and smiles, without thinking, he runs a finger across the bats tiny head and enjoy the little sleepy chirp he gets in reply.
“I need to eat.” Is all he says, giving the bat an apologetic smile, which turns into a grin at the bat’s pout. How he’s pouting is beyond him.
They moved back into the darkened living room after Anton got redressed, this time in a T-shit and hoodie, and made himself lunch.
“Probably should take you to your house, huh?” Anton asks, sat at on the couch, leaning over a plate, grilled cheese hanging in his hand.
“Yes, that would be nice.” Viago agrees, nodding to himself. The man is sat in a lounger, feet bent under him, still in Anton’s shirt and boxers. He’s tracking the wolf’s hand with each bite he takes of the sandwich.
Anton notices, how could he not.
“Want a bite?”
“Oh, no. I cannot eat human food… Doesn’t sit right.” The vampire waves of his offer, looking disgusted.
“Suit yourself.” Anton shrugs, “So where do you live?”
Viago gives him an address, Anton immediately puts it in his phone for directions.
They leave not long after. Viago, back as a bat, sits in Anton’s hoodie pouch while Anton has a rucksack of Viago’s bloody clothes slung over his shoulder, a hand in his pocket also, cupping the sleeping bat’s body.
Anton walks for what seems hours, but it is a pleasant quiet that surrounds him as he strolls down street after street enjoying the scenery and the feel of soft fur in his palm. He doesn’t get this often, the chance to just exist without any responsibilities. Well, his only responsibility is getting Viago safely home, but that feels more of an honour than a chore.
They arrive at the house and get through the gates without much fanfare, the grounds are well kept, and the house is a looming presence.
He knows that the door will be locked and Viago can’t leave his pocket without turned into a fried bat, so that leaves him only one other option, the window.
Anton grumbles about everything and cusses everyone as he memovers his body through the window, careful with the precious cargo in his pouch as the first time he bent over at an awkward angle he ended up crushing Viago and earned a sharp squeak.
He dusts himself off on the other side and is met by Deacon threatening his life already.
“I’m charmed.” Anton rolls his eyes, pulling Viago out of his pocket and gives him a little throw, prompting him to turn back.
“Chill out mate, I didn’t do anything to him. Was bringing him back”
“Likely story Mutt.” Deacon hisses and Anton feels the need to growl back but he casts a look to Viago, and a bored looking Vladislav and the growl just dies down.
He can’t be bothered.
“Right, okay whatever.” Anton says the same time Viago chastises Deacon for being so rude to the ‘nice wolf that kept him safe’.
“Bye Anton! Thank you for the clothing!” Viago excitedly waves with a grin. At the sound of the vampire’s voice, Anton’s face blushes and if he were transformed, he’s sure his tail would be going ten to the dozen at this point.
The door shuts and Viago turns back to Deacon and Vladislav, face scrunching in confusion at the looks on their faces.
“What?”
They just walk away.
“What?!”