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In the spirit of Halloween, I wrote a thing based off the amazing ideas of @cutiepie-tro about Cavendish being a Vampire and Dakota a Werewolf. The fic is completely based on their first few ideas. I just really liked the idea and decided to take a stab at it.

It’s a little long but it kinda got away from me.

Warning for mentions of blood.

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When you’ve lived as long as Cavendish, it’s easy to let time blend together until your own life and everyone else’s became two separate entities all on their own. Cavendish lived in a rather large house that had been passed down through his family to him when he moved to America. He was hesitant to call it an estate, for it was on a populated street, yet that was essencialy what it was. It had been the Cavendishs’ personal vacation property long ago occasionally rented out to those wealthy enough to afford the stay- but hadn’t seen guests for many years now. No one appart from it’s current, lone owner and occupant- dared to even step a foot onto the beautiful lawn.

The house was of a beautiful victorian style with a tall and deep inteior. It’s deep purple hue of slightly worn paint was only now starting to show any age. It also provided an interesting contrast to the overhanging trees and lawn before it, tamed only by cityworkers with nary a clue as to why they were hired to do such basic tasks. In the fall weather, the grass was drying out and the trees were only barely beginning to turn anything other than a bright green while inside a lone being stirred. Balthazar Cavendish was a simple creature who- in all honesty- had long since accepted that he would have to lead a simple lifestyle; seeing as the world wasn’t exactly prone to accepting his kind. You see, he was a vampire- and he had been for so many long years that he had all but forgot the world he was living in.

Before he was turned, he’d often dreamed of doing something better than what he saw before him. It was a cliche idea, but he was well aged. Back in the 1870s he’d wanted to make a difference, he wanted to change the world! He’d studied everything he could and had dreamed of building a new future! But that all changed when he was initiated into a group he had never before even recognized. As a vampire, every rumor- every /incident/- sent people after him, ready to hunt him down and kill him. He’d learned early on that if he wanted to do something big, he had to educate himself first.

And so he did. He spent his days locked away from those who misunderstood him and sterotyped him and especially away from the sun. He found ways to get the food and supplies required to live a normal life and with the invention of the internet came a new style of simply ordering whatever he wished for. Soon, the only things he left home for were a nightly change of scenery and a new source of blood. Sometimes he found online work or education, but for the most part he could easily live off of his inheritance- as long as he was practical with his purchases.

After long enough, his detachment from reality lead him to lose faith in his dreams and plans. In fact, he all but forgot them. He had to be careful simply leaving his house or even opening a window- why did he think he should bother make an impact on a world that seemed happy enough moving on without him?

He became used to his lifestyle. He’d sleep most of the day and then get up to dress in his same usual attire. After all his time, he’d never since seen any use in changing his style. Without a mirror or partner to help him, he’d never seen much hope in changing the only thing left he could recognize. He would then spend some time reading or doing something of the sort until nightfall when he was free to explore the city.

The world around him seemed to change every day. There were new buildings, people in new clothes, new vehicles, and new music. It was all a lot for him so he enjoyed heading to the nearby park and inspecting things from there. The cool night breases were his only friends as he walked alone along the paths near a small lake. He’d often grab some thing- and by that he meant some /one/- to drink on his way. He often left them healthy enough as to not arrouse suspicion so it took at least a few people to satisfy his tastes.

On one specific night, the dark world was busy with excitement of Halloween. It had evolved much since Cavendish’s day- but his predicament remained the same. It was too busy to find a drink without anyone noticing. With the park crowded, he didn’t even bother heading that direction. Instead, he traveled from his house -near the edge of town- to a large area of nearly untouched land not far away. There, he could feast on those dumb enough to dare each other to travel through the riveness and tall trees alone.

He easily found a group of victums and considered it a treat to taste that they had been drinking. Not only was the blood all that much sweeter, but it provided him with an easy excuse to simply leave them unconcious in the woods.

He made it back to his home with plenty of time to spare before sunrise, and settled down with a book he had been reading. It was about a monster competition; in the spirit of Halloween.

He was settled under a blanket in his chair near the fireplace, nearly asleep in his favorite chair, when there was a knock at the door.

He heard the confident raps from the other side of the door- but easily elected to ignore them. Every so often there would be one kid dumb enough to accept the dare to knock on his door. If the kid had half a brain, he’d quickly run away and Cavendish could return to his peace and quiet, never knowing a single detail about the prankster. Unfortunately for them, this wasn’t the case.

Another pair of wraps against the solid oak door.

Cavendish nearly scoffed to himself. Never had there been anyone as bold as to knock twice in a row- let alone with such confidence! He returned to his book.

Three knocks this time. He was nearly impressed. Someone had not only dared to step onto his property, but stand at his very door for nearly half a minute now.

It was still plenty dark outside, so Cavendish decided he might as well humor himself a bit. He wanted to scare this intruder so good that they would never again dare disturb him! Cavendish got up and headed over to the door.

He swung it open in a single strong motion that any human would have trouble duplicating.

“Foolish mortal!” Cavendish hissed, his British accent thick as he eyed over the man who now stood before him. The newcomer was shorter than the vampire. He had an abundance of dark-brown wavy hair and wore large orange-rimmed sunglasses that matched his 1970’s style orange tracksuit with its flattering red and yellow details. The being was fuller in shape than the boney brit but Cavendish barely noticed much about the stranger appart from the fact that he was intruding. Cavendish nearly hissed his words at his uninvited guest.

“You don’t know what misfortune you’ve wandered into-” He began to threaten. But the shorter man didn’t even seem to register it.

“Sure sure, but while you say all that could you get me a bandaid?”

This phased Cavendish for a moment. It could simply be the fact that it had been near a decade since his last personal conversation with another being- but he assumed it more likely that his confusion originated from the /way/ in which this man spoke.

He was calm and casual with a heavy Boston accent- if he was placing it correctly. But the thing that intrigued him most was the blood dripping through the man’s fingers. Cavendish couldn’t yet identify the origin of the wound, but if this man was willingly going to throw himself at a vampire feet… well Cavendish could live off his blood for quite a while with no one the wiser.

“Pardon me, please do come in.” Cavendish bowed slightly before moving out of the way. He closed the door behind his latest victum as he walked inside.

“Nice place.” The man said.

“Thank you.” Cavendish said proudly. He’d kept it nice and tidy all these years yet somehow forgot how good it feels to be complimented on all his hard work. Although it was rediculous, he was speaking to a simple human after all.

“So? Could I get somethin’ for this? I think I’m bleeding all over your carpet.”

The newcomer was correct, he was; however, Cavendish was only further distracted by this fact. There was so, much, red. What beautiful crimson color. His movement into the dwelling must have cause the sudden surplus.

“It’s a little hard to tell though…. I’m kind of dissy….”

He took a few steps towards one of the chairs before stumbling down to the floor.

“I’m Vinnie Dakota by the way.” He grinned as he slid down to sit on the floor at the base of a chair. His free arm soon lost all strength, leading him to fall flat onto his back on the livingroom rug.

Cavendish grinned somewhat fiendishly before hurrying over to the man. He pressed a hand against the wound between the right side of the man’s neck and collarbone before licking the blood from his own hand.

Cavendish immediately rubbed his tongue back onto the sleeve of his own jacket.

Werewolf blood??!

He sighed. Of course it was too good to be true. The man was no longer human at all! The tint of werewolf had already spread distinctively through the blood.

Now what was he to do?

Cavendish looked around and assessed his options carefully and systomatically. He /could/ simply hope the creature before him would bleed out before his healing took over, but then he’d have to dispose of the body without any other werewolf sniffing it out. The lone vampire wouldn’t be able to handle himself in any kind of fight- especially the kind of battle that could arrise if a pack assumed a vampire had killed one of their own.

Cavendish /could also/ simply toss the man outside and hope for the best, but it was nearly sunlight and someone besides his pack could find him and blow the cover of there not really being any supernatural creatures. Vampires and werewolves alike would be in trouble then.

Cavendish took an annoyed breath. He was going to have to take care of an idiot who chose to ask for help at the doorstep of the scariest house in town. Yeah, this should end well.

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[Notes: Thanks for reading! I set it up so I can easily write more of this story if anyone wants but if not that’s fine. Sorry about gramatical/spelling errors btw but I was really tierd and I didn’t edit it as much as I probably should have lol. Anyways, sorry for rambling. I hope you liked it! :]

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