#Also I just noticed a mistake but ima leave it in cuz it's not like anyone's gonna find it or care xD

[call-me-chips]

In honour of the second season coming out in a couple days, I give you ✨️✨️the gossip besties✨️✨️

[starrywhump]

Something with vampires??? 🥺🥺🥺 Maybe a scared whumpee being fed on by a vampire whumper and having to lean on them cuz they’re too weak to stand?

When I started writing this I was like “hey ima give em names cause I don’t feel like writing whumpee and whumper today,” and now I’m attached to them as characters so let me know if you want me to continue the story lol.  It’s not like I already have to many WIPS hehe. ALSO thanks for the request it was the best inspiration! Ok I’ll shush now, enjoy the story! <3

Arlo hummed idly as he walked, his mind drifting away from his current task of getting home.  He was working on a particularly beautiful table as of now, and he was excited to get back to it.  All he had left to do was the carving of the legs.  The commission for it couldn’t have come at a better time, he was going through a bit of a rough patch at the moment and a big payment from a big project was just what he needed.  

Everything really seemed to be working out for him.  He had sold everything he brought to the market today, a few little carved figures and a small wooden stool. It was a good day. 

As he walked farther into the outskirts of town the houses became more sparse, the nature of the countryside took over more and more space. 

Arlo walked through the green rolling hills as the sun dropped into the horizon.  

Finally, he arrived at his little cottage by the river, he was greeted by the soft flowing of water he associated with home. 

As he was about to reach for his key he noticed that the door was already open, just by a crack.

He tried to dismiss it as a silly mistake he made in his rush to get into town for the market, but a feeling of apprehension settled over Arlo’s body. 

He pushed through the door telling himself he was being paranoid. 

He looked around, it was just his house, cozy, filled with tools, and half-done projects, every surface speckled with a light layer of wood shavings. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

See?  Everything is fine. 

He turned to the table in the middle of the room, beginning to pick up the tools he hadn’t had time to clean up that morning.  As soon as he cleared it he could get back to working on his table. 

“Finally you came back!” 

Arlo jumped at the voice, dropping his handful of tools on the ground as he spun around to the source of the sound. 

It was a woman, leaning against the wall by the door. 

How did you miss that, did you not think to turn around!?

She was smiling coolly, hungrily.  Something about her made Arlo feel like his heart was going to jump out of his chest. 

Her smile widened at his fright, “Cat got your tongue?” 

“I- I- uh, who... uh who are you?” He stammered. 

The woman raised her eyebrows, “you don’t remember me?  I’m hurt.” 

Arlo wracked his brain, she did seem familiar...

“Mrs. Ettore!  Right? You, uh commissioned a table from me, the uh the custom one but... why are you here? In my house I mean.” 

She pushed off the wall, slowly moving closer to Arlo, “Call me Delia.  I just wanted to check up on it, I’m very excited,” as she stepped into the light Arlo’s stomach tightened.  She looked different than he remembered, paler, less... human. 

“I uh,” Arlo stepped back as she encroached on his space, “It’s coming along, um but, how did you know where I live?  You met me in town and I- I never-” Arlo stumbled over the fallen tools on the floor.

Delia laughed, “right there, you can’t just do things that and expect me to be able to leave you alone,” she reached a hand out to touch his face. 

“I- I think you should leave,” Arlo tried to dodge her but his back hit the wall.

Delia closed the small distance between them, she grabbed Arlo’s jaw, pushing his head up and back into the wall. 

Arlo let out a small yelp, her hand felt like ice, her grip was crushing.  He pulled at her arm but his resistance didn’t seem to bother her. 

“Stop- what-” Arlo’s voice was small. Regular interaction was scary enough, a woman breaking into his house pinning him to the wall was absolutely terrifying. 

“You are just too cute, you know that?,” Delia chuckled, she moved her head down to nuzzle into Arlo’s neck. 

Arlo felt sick, “s-stop.” 

He felt Delia lick a cold stripe up his neck, he shuddered in disgust. 

She pulled back, bringing Arlo’s head down to look in his eyes. 

Arlo was shaking, frozen with fear. 

Delia licked her lips, giving him a glance of sharp fangs he didn’t remember noticing when they first met. 

Arlo’s eyes widened in shock. 

nonononononono

“You...” he knew they existed, lurking in dark forests to pray on lone travellers, but he never expected to see on in his life. 

“Too scared to say it?” Delia gripped his wrists, stopping his weak attempts at breaking free, she pulled them up above his head and pinned them there, holding them with only one hand.

“d-don’t,” tears welled up in Arlo’s eyes, threatening to fall. 

“But you look so delicious, pretty boy, how can I not?” Delia toyed with him, trailing a finger down his cheek. 

“p-please I don’t know w-what you want.”

Delia leaned in against Arlo’s neck once again, she trailed her fangs over his skin, scraping just enough to hurt. 

Arlo’s whimpered in fear, a wave of humiliation rolled over him.

Fight back! Stop letting her do this to you!

“What pretty noises you can make, I knew I was making the right choice with you,” she pressed down breaking the skin and sinking her teeth into the vein. 

Arlo took in a sharp breath.  His mind overwhelmed with the whole situation. 

A sharp icy feeling spread up his neck. 

He couldn’t handle it, it was too much but it just kept happening, he couldn’t stop it. 

Stop stop it hurts!

Arlo’s hands slowly began to droop in Delia’s grip as she kept drinking. 

“p-ple’se” Arlo slurred. 

Delia slowly pulled her teeth out of Arlo’s neck, “Mmmm beg some more for me,” she purred lapping at the blood oozing from  Arlo’s fresh wound. 

His head felt like it was full of cotton, he tried to speak but he couldn’t make his lips move.  He felt completely helpless, a whimper escaped his throat. 

“Shush, I know it’s scary, the first feed is always the worst.  If you just relax it won’t hurt as much,” she dipped down, piercing a hole in the other side of Arlo’s neck. 

Arlo couldn’t stop a sob from bursting out at the return of that terrible sensation.  He cringed away from the stabbing pain. 

Tears fell faster down Arlo’s cheeks, he just wanted this to stop, it hurt, it was scary. 

Please just stop. 

His knees buckled as Delia finally pulled away. The sides of his vision dimmed. 

“God, I can’t just leave you, you’re too cute.  Do you think anyone would miss you too much?”

Arlo sobbed. 

No one would, they wouldn’t even notice you were gone.  Who was there to notice?

“Shushhh, it’s ok pretty boy,” Delia cooed, she let Arlo’s hands drop down.  

As soon as he wasn’t being held up Arlo pitched forward, unable to support himself.  He landed in Delia’s arms, head on her shoulder. 

“nononono” he whined, tears sinking into Delia’s clothes. 

“Just relax darling, relax and it will stop hurting.”

It hurts so bad.

“You’re not doing yourself any favors sweet thing.”

Stop stop stop stop.

Arlo felt his feet leave the floor as Delia lifted him into her arms, he could barely keep his eyes open at this point. 

DO SOMETHING STOP THIS!

“Come on Arlo, let’s get you home.” 

He cried, he couldn’t do anything.