Of Vampires and Bunny Slippers
by Cyn
genre:
Humor
description:
One of the communities I read on Live Journal (torquere_social) issued a challenge. Write a 500 word drabble about vampires and bunny slippers.
Yeah. Couldn't resist that one.
chapters
chapter 1:
And so begins the 500+ word drabble...
And so begins the 500+ word drabble...
chapter 1
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updated 03/30/08
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They were pink.
Not even a pale mauve or a light red, but dead on bright and fluffy pink.
In all honesty he didn't even know how they got into his bedroom, but there they were. Sitting just under his bed, beady black eyes glittering up at him.
Pink bunny slippers. Complete with a little cotton ball tail. He was sure that as soon as he put any weight on the slippers they would let out an ungodly cheerful squeak
He was still contemplating the mystery of how the slippers got into his bedroom, which, by the way was locked, when it hit him.
His sister. The embodiment of evil, all wrapped up in peaches and cream. Who was the only person who had a key to his bedroom.
No, not like that. Dear gods no. It's just that as annoying as they are, you've got to be able to trust family.
Or at least he thought he could trust family.
Maybe they were hers and she just forgot them there, but if that was the case why would they be poking out from under the bed, right where they would be the most useful.
Peering up at him in all of their pink glory.
They did look warm though, and slightly fuzzy. And it was pretty cold, he had been complaining about how he disliked walking across the cold floor in the evenings after he woke up. His old and trusty pair of black velvet slippers had finally fallen to shreds and had been regulated to the garbage a week before.
They would keep his feet from contact with the floor.
But they were pink, and they were fuzzy and they were slightly cute and this would ruin his image and oh god they were bunny slippers.
No doubt his sister was waiting out in the hallway with a camera, just to get a shot of him in his robe wearing the damned things.
He could see the headlines now MASTER OF THE NIGHT WEARS BUNNY SLIPPERS. The tabloids would have a field day with this. Not even the good tabloids, they were still trying in vain to pretend that his kind didn't exist, no this was going directly to Weekly World News.
Now he was faced with a choice, put the slippers on and face utter humiliation, or let his feet get cold as he padded to the kitchen.
Hey, when you don't have your own blood supply, getting your feet warm once they were cold was an utter bitch.
Really, there was only one choice, but he would be dammed if he was going to go along gracefully.
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Half an hour later, Sebastian Trevydale, vampire extraordinaire, walked into his kitchen. His sister, who was waiting with a camera was surprised by the shit-eating grin on his face. Instead of the fluffy pink bunny slippers, with their darling little insipid faces that she was expecting, she came face to face with pink, pirate bunny slippers.
One poor little bunny had a makeshift eye patch, both were sporting something that looked suspiciously like fangs, and was some of that fur singed? And where oh where had her dearest darling brother found a skull and crossbones pin on such short notice.
Grumbling, she shoved a glass of warmed over blood to him. "Enjoy your present"?
He just grinned, "Oh, these things. Yes, they're quite warm."
So much for revenge. She'd have to figure out some other way to pay him back for the bubble gum incident.
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Not even a pale mauve or a light red, but dead on bright and fluffy pink.
In all honesty he didn't even know how they got into his bedroom, but there they were. Sitting just under his bed, beady black eyes glittering up at him.
Pink bunny slippers. Complete with a little cotton ball tail. He was sure that as soon as he put any weight on the slippers they would let out an ungodly cheerful squeak
He was still contemplating the mystery of how the slippers got into his bedroom, which, by the way was locked, when it hit him.
His sister. The embodiment of evil, all wrapped up in peaches and cream. Who was the only person who had a key to his bedroom.
No, not like that. Dear gods no. It's just that as annoying as they are, you've got to be able to trust family.
Or at least he thought he could trust family.
Maybe they were hers and she just forgot them there, but if that was the case why would they be poking out from under the bed, right where they would be the most useful.
Peering up at him in all of their pink glory.
They did look warm though, and slightly fuzzy. And it was pretty cold, he had been complaining about how he disliked walking across the cold floor in the evenings after he woke up. His old and trusty pair of black velvet slippers had finally fallen to shreds and had been regulated to the garbage a week before.
They would keep his feet from contact with the floor.
But they were pink, and they were fuzzy and they were slightly cute and this would ruin his image and oh god they were bunny slippers.
No doubt his sister was waiting out in the hallway with a camera, just to get a shot of him in his robe wearing the damned things.
He could see the headlines now MASTER OF THE NIGHT WEARS BUNNY SLIPPERS. The tabloids would have a field day with this. Not even the good tabloids, they were still trying in vain to pretend that his kind didn't exist, no this was going directly to Weekly World News.
Now he was faced with a choice, put the slippers on and face utter humiliation, or let his feet get cold as he padded to the kitchen.
Hey, when you don't have your own blood supply, getting your feet warm once they were cold was an utter bitch.
Really, there was only one choice, but he would be dammed if he was going to go along gracefully.
_________________________
Half an hour later, Sebastian Trevydale, vampire extraordinaire, walked into his kitchen. His sister, who was waiting with a camera was surprised by the shit-eating grin on his face. Instead of the fluffy pink bunny slippers, with their darling little insipid faces that she was expecting, she came face to face with pink, pirate bunny slippers.
One poor little bunny had a makeshift eye patch, both were sporting something that looked suspiciously like fangs, and was some of that fur singed? And where oh where had her dearest darling brother found a skull and crossbones pin on such short notice.
Grumbling, she shoved a glass of warmed over blood to him. "Enjoy your present"?
He just grinned, "Oh, these things. Yes, they're quite warm."
So much for revenge. She'd have to figure out some other way to pay him back for the bubble gum incident.
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