Tumblr Prompt Response 8

A dialogue prompt from Tumblr

Person A: “………….Why are you on the ceiling?”

Person B: “How do you know this isn’t the floor? Maybe you’re the one walking on the ceiling.”

Person A: “I-….You know what? Fuck it, I don’t want to know. I’m having a nap.”

Dracula had his arms crossed over his chest. His long hair pulling from it’s leather thong as he stared down at the small human looking up at him. “A nap while you’re on the ceiling?”

The human sighed, shook his head, and closed the front door walking into the apartment he rented. He didn’t bother pointing out that one of them was a boring ordinary human while the other was a damned vampire bound to him.

The only extraordinary thing to ever happen to Jeff was when he inherited a small box from his great grandmother he wasn’t even aware was alive. It had strange markings on it and it didn’t take long for him to discover it was a puzzle box. At least that was his assumption as he spent his free time, limited as it was between a full time job at a grocery store, part time tutoring, and a full course load, working on solving the strange puzzle. When he opened it a small angry animal had flown out screeching at the sun the window. After his own scream died down Jeff grabbed a kitchen towel, he had had the box for about 2 weeks now, he wasn’t sure how the animal wasn’t dead but knew he needed to catch it and take it to a vet. That’ll be a fun talk. My great grandmother I never knew left me a puzzle box when she died and this came out of it when I solved it 2 weeks later. Jeff grumbled approaching where he saw the supposedly frightened animal go. When he saw it he frowned more, according to the lawyer that talked to him, his great grandmother had only lived about an hour past city limits. And he hadn’t thought they had bats here. Still he lifted the towel trying to decide how to catch the bat without either of them getting hurt. Then suddenly it was a small wind, he later would be informed is magic, and suddenly a large, naked, angry man was in front of him. Jeff ran his eyes over him, paling as he took in bright red eyes and long canines and incisors. Then man opened his mouth and Jeff had screamed threw the towel at his head then ran, wishing he had tried out for a sport at some point instead of drinking coffee every night to work on extra credit. His fingers closed around the door handle and he was slammed against the door. A large body pressed against his back and then pain in the side of his neck. A large hand over Jeff’s mouth kept Jeff from screaming again. Not that he expected any help from the drug addicts that were his neighbors. The little old lady whose apartment reeked of cat piss despite a no pet rule in the apartment may come to his side but only if she heard him and even then he doubted she could do anything. He sobbed.

"so…you’re the new hunter.” The man hissed, his breath cooling the tears on Jeff’s cheeks. His eyes were wide as he stared back at the man who had him pinned, seeing his own blood on his mouth. Jeff passed out. Dracula reminded him of that nearly daily.

Jeff had slipped his shoes off but didn’t bother undressing further before flopping face first on the bed. He huffed in irritation smelling the vampire on his bed. He heard the thump of Dracula dropping from the ceiling and wasn’t surprised when he felt the others presence next to him.

“I have an extraordinary boyfriend u can’t tell anyone about because I don’t know how to gloss over the centuries-old-vampire-my-ancestors-trapped-in-a-box meeting.” Jeff mumbled into the pillow. “Or even if that’s actually what we are half the time.” Jeff turned his head and stared up at the tall man. “I also met a scubas today. So the whole hunter thing is turning into something even though I don’t want to kill anyone, and I don’t know how to keep it from interfering with my actual life either. But yeah I’m fine.”

Dracula settled his body around the small human male. “I fixed the ceiling fireless lamp.”

“you were on the ceiling to replace a light bulb?”

“yes.”

Jeff laughed. He twisted until he could wrap his arms around Dracula and laugh against his throat. “Well, complications aside, I think having someone who can change bulbs without me climbing a ladder is a good damn trade.”