I just want to take a moment and shout out all the incredible cc creators. I list credits at the end of each chapter but holy hell, it would be impossible to pull off all the supernatural elements of this story without a ton of help.
And I’m working a on thing for future chapter. If you missed this week’s bonus post, it’s here.
Britechester University, Near the Pleasant House
In his mortal life, Vladislaus Straud had been plenty drunk. Not so much in his immortal one. Gnome’s brew was about the only thing that could do the job for vampires, that or the plasma of the intoxicated. But Alice was a god so whatever enchantment she had performed was up to the task.
He watched, helplessly, as she stumbled towards the Pleasant sisters shouting that she was the God of Death and could “totally help them out with a favor.” He reminded himself, again, that he did not have to listen to her or go along with her insanely flawed plan, which since his brain was disconnected from his mouth, he screamed at the top of his lungs.
She turned around and made a rude gesture. They had argued—about how he thought her desire to be mortal was misguided, about how little she felt he had changed, about why she ignored her family, about how badly she thought he needed a “hobby.”
He may have tried to call her bluff by listing his every murderous and illegal act since 1507.
She may have called him the “king of sitting in his fucking house complaining about television.”
In between it all, they had thrown back cups of juice like they were fortifying themselves for battle.
“Tough break, my man,” a comforting hand appeared on Vlad’s shoulder. “You gotta tell her your feelings. Use the L-word. But don’t crowd her. You’re like, super intense. She probably feels crowded.”
He wished being drunk made him happy or silly, like it did for Alice. Instead, he spent most of his time glaring at her doing keg stands and growing increasingly melancholy while pouring out his heart to some biology major named Jimmy. With his barriers down, he was all memories, lots of memories, almost none of which he wanted.
“She is a god, Jimmy. There is nowhere she would go that I would not follow and there is no word to adequately express the depths of what I feel for her,” Vlad spat.
“Uh yeah. That’s what I mean. Intense. Plus, you keep dissing her peeps man. Like, you make her feel less than when you talk down about her crew.”
He didn’t think she was less than! Even when he believed her to be a mortal she was always more to him. But what was he to her if she didn’t want any of this?
“You got a lot going for you,” Jimmy said. “I mean, you got that weird skin condition but I think it’s fine. Just like, be there for her.”
Vlad narrowed his eyes and drained the rest of his cup.
Out of the mouths of babes.
“You are a credit to your kind,” he declared suddenly. “I won’t kill you.”
With no effort to hide what he was, he sped after Alice. He caught up with her by the edge of the property. She was listening intently to the Pleasant twins explain their troubles with lovers and grades, even as she swayed on her feet.
They seemed…very steady. Too steady. He paused a moment to make sure he was talking inside his own head and not out loud.
Why weren’t they falling all over each other?
He tried to pick Alice up and pull her back but she yelped and in his shock, he dropped her.
She stumbled out of his reach continuing to insist that she could help the twins and spilling her own fears and secrets all too easily.
He reached for her again. “Listen to me,” he said, grabbing her shoulders and forcing her to look at him. It took every ounce of concentration not to squeeze too hard.
“You’re not squeezing me hard? What do you mean?” Alice slurred.
Why couldn’t he stop saying everything out loud? For the love of sages, he—they—someone needed to sober up—
“I’m not drink…drunk,” Alice shouted. “I’m fine you asshat! I’m just trying to give them the…the things!”
“You can give us anything we want?” Angela asked, a glint in her eye.
Vlad’s veins filled with ice.