🐺Dominic's POV
The evening started with a battle.
Not with claws. Not with teeth.
With a vampire who thought I was selling him on the monster black market.
"PUPPPPPPPERS.....you can't do this to me!" Lean shrieked, clinging to the couch like it was a lifeboat. "I'm too pretty for trafficking!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose. "You're too annoying for trafficking."
He gasps like I just stabbed him with a candy cane. "So you admit it! You've already negotiated my price! I demand to be sold at atleast a billion dollars, I am the rare blond vampire..."
"Lean," I growl, wrestling a shirt out of his hands, "I'm trying to get you dressed. We're going out. It's a date."
He wails dramatically. "A DATE TO THE AUCTION HOUSE OF DOOM!" running and jumping from sofa to bed naked like a frog!
Somewhere above us, God sighs.
Somewhere below, Satan laughs.
I hold up the shirt like I'm presenting evidence. "Just. Wear. This."
He folds his arms. "No. I refuse to look hot for my kidnapper."
I take a deep breath. "You always look hot, unfortunately."
(Why did I say that out loud—) like dude I am confessing you its a date but you won't believe, good Lord what a Joke!
He freezes, lips curling into a grin that could melt glaciers. "You think I'm hot."
"I think you're exhausting. Now put on the damn shirt."
He howls, sprints across the room, and hides behind the curtains. The curtains. His cape (my hoodie) of safety.
I follow, already considering my life choices.
"Lean," I warn. "I swear on all things holy—"
He points a finger at me. "That's offensive to vampires."
"—I swear on boba tea—"
"Better."
"—if you don't stop, I will sedate you with garlic perfume."
"Monster!" he cries. "Brute! Vampire trafficker!"
I rub my temples. "This is not worth the surprise date."
He blinks. "...surprise date?"
I smirk. "Oh, so now you're listening."
He bites his lip, suspicious. "You could be lying."
"I could be," I admit. "But I'm too tired to lie."
He tilts his head like a confused golden retriever, then sighs dramatically. "Fine. But I want emotional compensation. I know its not a date, atleast I demand love before getting sold!"
"What kind?"
He sticks his cheek out. "A kiss."
I stare. "You're blackmailing me with affection?"
He shrugs innocently. "You brought this upon yourself."
I groan. But I lean down anyway—because honestly, at this point, I'll do anything for peace—and press a quick kiss to his forehead.
He immediately melts like a popsicle in hell. "Okay," he says softly. "You may proceed, my captor of love."
...I regret everything.
But hey—he's finally still.
So I get him dressed. Button by button. He hums while I work, the little menace, clearly enjoying my suffering.
Then I change, grab the bag Ray helped me pack (flowers, cupcakes, mosquito spray, red wine of Jesus time I guess —don't ask), and call the cab.
When it pulls up, I blindfold him.
"Why is it dark?!" he yells. "PUPPPPPPPERS , ARE WE GOING TO A RITUAL?!"
"Stop squirming you are supposed to love dark!"
The cab driver gives me a look like he's questioning all his life decisions.
I mouth sorry. He mouths help.
"Relax," I tell Lean. "It's a surprise."
"I hate surprises!" he shrieks. "They killed my ancestors! Will....will they shave my golden curls and sell them to some Cruella de Vil! Will they uproot my fangs and use them as pendents, or...or will they skin me and use me as doormat...or they will uproot my pretty eyes and eat them for delicacy!" he is literally sobbing thought the blindfolds and his black tears messing his face up! The cab driver one second away from calling 911! My am dead!
"I love you!," I mutter.
"What was that?" ah fool can't even hear mid sob! Nah mission faild I gather all my ancestors courage to say that and the fool is deaf, I am not saying it again in a century.
"Nothing, sweetheart."
Halfway through the ride, the driver clears his throat. "So uh… you guys headed somewhere… fancy?"
"Yeah," Lean answers before I can. "To my doom."
The driver laughs nervously. "Heh. You're joking, right?"
"Of course," I say quickly. "We're just—uh—celebrating."
Lean gasps. "Celebrating my last day as a free vampire!"
"Vamp...vampire?" He jumps!
"No...he...he just vampire fan imagines suff hehe!" I laugh nervously, the driver laughs nervously! We both are about to shit our pants!
The driver's face goes pale. "Sir… should I call the police?"
"NO!" we both yell.
"Listen," I say, desperate, "we're—uh—roleplaying."
Lean perks up. "Oh yes! He's the werewolf daddy—"
"LEAN!"
The driver slams on the brakes. "Did you just say werewolf?!"
I grin tightly. "No! No, he said hair wolf. It's a shampoo brand."
"...right," the driver says, traumatized.
By the time we reach the location, the man looks like he's aged twenty years. I pay him double, pat his shoulder, and tell him to never speak of this again.
He speeds off like we were demons in his backseat.
Fair.
I turn to Lean—still blindfolded, still smiling like chaos incarnate.
"Alright, bloodsucker," I murmur, "we're here."
He gasps. "Is this where you sell me? Please atleast be there when they auction me off, I wanna see you for the last time
Please, just—if they sell me, promise you'll visit my grave sometimes. Maybe leav donuts and boba."
"...it's where I regret every life choice leading to this moment."
And for the first time that night, I actually laugh.
And he...he literally peed his pants! Lord I took 2 hours to put that up on his butt! Now we are gonna smell vampire pee the whole damn night!
🧛♂️Lean's POV:
I'm being kidnapped.
By my own werewolf.
Not even a fun kind of kidnapping—the "ooh surprise vacation, champagne, and rose petals" kind.
No. This is the "duct tape, crying in the cab, sold on the monster black market" kind.
"PUPPPPPPERS, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!" I scream, clinging to the couch like a koala on caffeine, hissing like a cat on catnip. "I'm too pretty for trafficking! My skin glows! It's premium!"
Dom just sighs. The betrayal in his tone could curdle blood. "You're too annoying for trafficking."
Gasps. Real, dramatic, Oscar-winning gasps.
"So you admit it! You've negotiated my price! I demand to be sold for at least a billion! I'm a rare blond vampire—limited edition, baby!"
He's trying to wrestle a shirt onto me like some grumpy stylist in hell.
"Lean, it's a shirt. Just wear it."
"A SHIRT?! I will not dress pretty for my captor!" I declare, sprinting naked across the room like an emotional frog. Curtains are my last hope. I hide behind them dramatically, clutching his hoodie like a cape of despair.
"Lean," he warns. Oh that tone. That tone that says "I love you but I might commit a felony."
"I swear on all things holy—"
"That's offensive to vampires," I remind him.
"I swear on boba tea—"
"Better."
"—if you don't stop, I will sedate you with garlic perfume."
"MONSTER! YOU'RE SICK! YOU'RE A HEARTLESS TRAFFICKER!"
He mutters something about surprises, and my ears perk up like a dog hearing treats.
"...surprise date?" I whisper.
He smirks. "Oh, now you're listening."
My eyes narrow. "You could be lying."
He shrugs. "Too tired to lie."
Okay, suspicious but kinda hot.
"Fine," I say, hands on hips. "I want emotional compensation."
"What kind?"
I point to my cheek. "A kiss. For moral support."
He stares like I just committed treason, then grumbles something wolfish—and kisses my forehead.
AND LORD. MY SOUL LEFT THE CHAT.
My knees wobble. My brain? Glitter soup.
"Okay," I sigh, "you may proceed, my captor of love."
He dresses me. Button by button. Torture disguised as tenderness.
By the end of it, I'm perfectly wrapped, heart doing illegal gymnastics. Dressed as the sacrificial goat!
Then he blindfolds me.
…Excuse me.
"WHY IS IT DARK?!" I scream. "Puppers, AM I BEING SACRIFICED?! IS THIS A RITUAL?!"
"Stop squirming—you're supposed to love dark," he growls.
"THAT'S RACIST AGAINST VAMPIRES!"
The cab driver sounds at us like he just realized life insurance doesn't cover emotional trauma.
I'm sobbing into my blindfold, black tears running down my cheeks. "They'll shave my golden curls, won't they? Sell them to some Cruella de Vil! Uproot my fangs, use them as pendants! Eat my pretty eyes like delicacies!..."
Dom mutters something that sounds suspiciously like "I love you."
"What was that?!" I demand.
"Nothing, sweetheart."
The driver clears his throat. "So, uh, you guys headed somewhere fancy?"
"To my doom," I whisper dramatically.
He laughs nervously. "Heh… you're joking, right?"
Dom: "We're celebrating."
Me: "My last day as a free vampire!"
The man stiffens. "Vampire?"
Dom panics. "NO! He meant vampire… fan! Like, Twilight roleplay! Just a kid imagining stuffs hehe!" I am nit a kid!
The driver blinks. "Oh. Right."
I grin under the blindfold. "He's the werewolf daddy—"
"LEAN."
The driver slams the brakes.
Dom: "No, no, HAIR WOLF! It's a shampoo brand!"
The driver looks ready to baptize himself in holy water. "Sir… should I call the police?"
Both of us: "NO!!"
We drive the rest of the way in silence, just three men and one emotional breakdown.
When the car finally stops, Dom pays him double and whispers something like, "Forget we exist."
The driver peels off like we're demons in disguise. Wait! My long distance uncle is a demon, I have demon blood in my veins.
I'm still blindfolded. Still trembling. Still convinced I'm moments away from being auctioned to a rich necromancer in France.
"Alright, bloodsucker," Dom says softly. "We're here."
I gasp. "Please, just—if they sell me, promise you'll visit my grave sometimes. Maybe leave garlic-free flowers."
"Is this where you sell me? Please atleast be there when they auction me off, I wanna see you for the last time"
He sighs. "It's where I regret every life choice leading to this moment."
I beam through my tears. "Awww. He's sentimental."
And then… I sneeze.
Because someone forgot to mention—I was nervous, crying, and he made me wear white pants.
It wasn't a sneeze.
It was worse.
…yeah.
I peed.
Now the only thing more tragic than my undead life is the smell of pee while getting auctioned off! Will they put me in a big washing machine, or...or put me on chains in some glass chamber! Mommaaaa!!!!
Happy New Year to me.
🐺 Dominic's POV
The cab tore off like he was escaping Satan himself.
Fair. If I were him, I'd probably run too.
Now it's just me, one slightly traumatized werewolf, and one very confused vampire… who smells pee. I swear this vampire I dont know much about all vampires but this specific one pees with cinnamon fragrance.
Happy. New. Year Dom!
"Alright, I will get cookies to your grave too, if they don't burn your leftovers" I sigh, turning to Lean, love messing with this dumbass, "you can stop trembling now. We're here."
He clutches my arm like I'm the Grim Reaper offering hugs. "If you push me off a cliff, promise me you'll write poetry about me. Something tragic. Rhymes with unholy."
"Yeah," I mutter, dragging him, "I'll make sure to rhyme it with poop."
He gasps. "You monster! You're already practicing my funeral speech!"
"Lean we both are monsters!" I sigh!
"You the acting monster!" He squeaks.
I don't answer. I just take his hand — small, cold, and shaking like an espresso addict raccoon — and guide him up the little trail. The night air is crisp, the forest hushed except for the sound of our shoes crunching over gravel. And him sobbing like a fool!
Man, bro… you're stronger than me, whooped my ass during your blood fever, yet you never resist getting sold off — just because it's me? Why? What do I even do to get this...my mom...my family hate me, the college people are not too cool with me, guys jealous, teacher's call me overly smart, women swoon over me just to click pics with me! Only the fool 1.0 Ray is fine with me...
Don't cry Dom, its gonna mess the vampire off even more!
Above us, the stars blink like they're watching the show.
And then, we reach it.
The cabin glows softly under strings of golden fairy lights. The porch is wrapped in garlands of pine and yellow roses. I set up everything, making him sit on a log outside, he is probably thinks he is waiting in a queue for getting auctioned — the blue-and-yellow bouquet, the cupcakes, the wine (courtesy of Ray and his questionable taste, ok I have to thank that guy! He booked the whole damn site on the last minute of a high day, Guess it cost him well, anyways he is thr spoiled rich brat. If he flexes his money atleast it's a good cause, fixing the wolf up with his vampire), even the mosquito spray because… priorities.
Lean is still blindfolded, muttering curses in three dead languages.
"Puppers, if this is some ritual, at least let me sacrifice myself in a cute pose."
I sigh. "Vamps Stop talking."
And with a flick, I untie the blindfold.
He freezes.
The world around him sparkles — fireflies drifting lazily through the warm light, a small campfire crackling to life, the sky glowing with the last blush of twilight.
For once… he's speechless.
Then he looks at me, eyes wide, voice soft.
"...You built this?"
"Yeah," I say, scratching my neck. "Ray helped book the place. Mostly by teasing me till I cried."
Lean blinks, tears already welling up. "You—You did this for me? Not to sell me?"
"Not this time," I deadpan.
He laughs through the sniffles. "You're awful."
"Yeah," I admit quietly. "But I'm yours wolf afterall, good mutts do good things, heh" I smirk.
His lips part, and I swear, if he starts crying again—
"Oh no," I mutter, "don't you dare—"
Too late. He bursts into messy, glittery tears, hugging me so tight I nearly drop the wine. "I LOVE YOU, YOU BIG HAIRY ROMANTIC!"
"Careful," I grunt, "this wine's older than your last brain cell. Ray will hunt me with his vintage double barrel."
He sniffles, wipes his eyes, and gasps. "Wait—did you get cupcakes? I smell cupcakes" damn he smells food faster than death.
I gesture at the little table near the porch. "Yeah. Cupcakes, wine, and mosquito repellent for your long distance cousins. The holy trinity of romance."
He claps like an excited toddler. "I've never felt more loved!"
I sit him down by the fire, hand him a cupcake, and pour him wine. It fizzles the moment I open it.
I stare at it. "Ray is so dead."
Lean giggles. "Maybe it's sparkling wine!"
"It's sparkling failure."
He leans his head against my shoulder, sighing contently. "You really went through all this trouble just for me?"
"I didn't plan for it to be perfect," I murmur. "I just wanted it to be… us.
And well it would be less troublesome if some satanforsaken vampire didn't caused mayhem thinking he is getting sold off."
He hums, quiet for once, eyes fixed on the firelight. The air smells of pine and sugar and something like peace. "Well I wouldn't mind if it was you selling me off" he giggles.
"Well People sell their assets, not their breaths sweetheart...."
Then, somewhere in the distance—
Fireworks burst. Gold and crimson streaks painting the sky.
Lean gasps, grabbing my hand. "Look! Heaven's celebrating me surviving your kidnapping!"
I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling.
Because maybe, just maybe… heaven's celebrating something else.
Us.
"Happy New Year BloodSucker"
"Happy New Year Wild Mutt"
🧛♂️Lean's POV
Baby this is it.
The final wolf love breakdown.
Girls—he is really not selling me off. 😭💔💅
I mean, there's wine. There's cupcakes. There's fairy lights. This is not how monster trafficking looks in my grandma's stories.
I'm sitting here, wrapped in Dom's jacket like a burrito of denial, while he pokes the campfire like some rugged caveman who accidentally invented romance.
He's not even looking at me—just there, glowing in the firelight like the last piece of forbidden chocolate on earth.
What do you mean "he's just a werewolf"—he's my werewolf. Mine.
The big, stupid, emotionally constipated man who kidnapped me with love."
I sniff dramatically. "Puppers… I misjudged you."
He doesn't even look up. "You always do."
I gasp. "How dare you be right during an emotional revelation!"
He smirks. "You're lucky I like drama."
Oh, he likes drama? Then prepare yourself, my furry Shakespeare.
"I thought you were taking me to a dungeon!" I cry, clutching my wine glass like it's a holy relic. "Instead, you brought me to Hell (guys i miss my vacations in hell so much T-T)! Fairy lights! Fireflies! This is—this is the Hallmark version of Hell!"
He raises a brow. "You done?"
"Never."
He sighs—the kind of sigh that says I love this idiot but also I might drown him in the lake later.
I take a deep breath, lean toward him (pun intended), and say softly,
"You did all this for me… even after everything? After my biting your pillow, after breaking your cup, after that time I screamed at your reflection for being too handsome?"
His lips twitch. "That one was weird."
"I was defending myself!"
He chuckles lowly, the sound wrapping around me like a warm blanket. "Lean… you drive me insane."
"I drive everyone insane," I say proudly. "It's my charm."
Then silence. But not the bad kind. The kind where your heart does weird ballet flips and the night hums softly around you.
The fire crackles. He's staring at it—but his thumb is tracing lazy circles on my hand.
My undead heart is doing a rave.
"Hey, wolfie?" I whisper.
"Hm?"
"If you were really selling me…" I glance at him, smiling shyly, "what would be my price?"
He looks at me for a long moment—eyes glowing amber, soft, tired, in love.
And he says,
"Not even the moon could afford you."
I blink. My jaw drops. My brain—gone. My soul—levitating. My body—experiencing spiritual rebirth.
I squeak, "You—you can't just say things like that without warning!"
He smirks, all smug and dangerous. "Why? Gonna faint again?"
"I might!" I cry, slapping his arm. "Say sorry right now for making me feel things!"
He laughs, pulling me closer. "No."
I hide my face in his chest because I swear he can hear my heart throwing confetti.
"Happy New Year, Puppers," I mumble into his hoodie.
"Happy New Year, Bloodsucker."
And right there, under the fireworks, I realize—
maybe this isn't the end of the world.
Maybe it's just the beginning of ours.
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After we eat some cupcakes, and I sniff up the whole bottle of emotional wine, we wander through Hill, babbling nonsense, then he guides me to a clearing on the hill side, "Oh my Hells!" I gasp, the whole town of Stratton can be seen from here, the lights from far glittering like starts, still few fireworks busting in the sky brightening it up in gold and crimson, faint noises of parties hum in the air,
We lie down on a slop under the open sky,
Puppers? his head resting on his right arm, and the left one curled around me, I squeeze closer to him, as there is no words, only silence and occasional fireworks breaking it, and lighting up our faces,
I look up at him, nuzzling my face in his crook, as he rests his chin on my head.
"Puppers?"
"Hm?"
"What are we?" I ask him with a sigh,
"What do you mean?" He hums back.
"You know what I mean!"
He sighs again "Well...maybe I do! But What I could say!"
"You always tell you are not into guys!"
"Well I never really was, but—"
"But?"
"I don't know Vamps, What are we, Not yet, but you...you are really special to me, more than anyone I ever met! I don't know what to call it– Love, maybe? Too soon for me! But you are definitely not just my chaos my roommate anymore".
He pauses, his voice shaking as he gulps down empty—
"Listen I am sorry to hang you, but I...I am really a fool, I don't understand this, everything is just too quick for me...I...I was never so fast, life always took things from me I loved, my mom, my brother, my passion for singing... I am scared to love because I am scared to lose, and you Vamps...Definitely you crashed into my life like some ass maths problem I'll never understand, but now you are a part of my life, you made me alive again, kicked my ass to find pretty things even in this mess of my life, and now I can't pay to lose you...I just need sometime, and the support of the last few people who believe I can be better than the College popular fuckboy, Dad, Ray and now definitely you...just don't let me slip in the darkness again, I might never really come to the shore again."
He clutches me tightly, wait is...is he crying...fuck not again what do I do? Satan Help me, the Wolf just Cracked his heart open to me,I just wanna cry with him!
"It...it's fine, darling..." I whisper, "We dont need to label it..or name it something, till you are sure , you are ready, and me? Of course not love! Once you get involved with me the GAY VAMPIRE NEVER LEAVES I WILL HUNT YOU EVEN IN YOUR DREAMS MUTT!"
And he giggles,
"I will strangle you, Vamps!" He giggles through his tears.
"Oh got some Bondage Kink huh? Well do it in a hot way then!" I nibble his neck from where I sip his blood,
"You are insane lean!"
"Well you were more insane to pick up some half dead vampire from the woods, so deal with it honey!"
He Pffts, and pinches my nose! I squint,
The he hugs me closer, as I put my head on his fuzzy chest, his heat pumping his sweet blood the gushing sound drives me crazy,
"Oh your tail and ears flopped out! Guess who is a happy boy? Hehe want some belly rubs Puppers?" He growls, yet thumps his tail!
I hugged him closer, and while watching the stars and the distance hustle of the town we got lost in the dreams of wolf fairies and vampire princesses.
And yet this is it, a journey of two lost souls, (wait I dont have a soul, I can't be even dramatic, fuck!! Ok one soul and one legally soul-less mess) Who met in chaos, got smitten and tangled up together in warmth and doom....fuck literature is so difficult, that's why I took up science!
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👨💻Author's note:
Guys I cried too while writing this up!